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“I need to clean up my mess.”

She arched again, trying to lift her hips as I licked straight up her center, avoiding the place she wanted me most.

“Keep still.” I tapped the fleshy part of her thigh as a warning.

“Easier said than done when you’re doing that,” she griped.

“Then you’re gonna really have a hard time when I do this.”

I filled her with two fingers, then a third, pumpingin and out at the same time as I drew her bundle of nerves between my lips. The longer I feasted on her, the more desperate she became to move, but the ropes wouldn’t allow it. The only thing she could do was feel every ounce of pleasure I pulled from her body. When her legs began to tremble, I knew she was close.

Much to her dismay, I removed my fingers and my mouth from her pussy, then tugged on the slipknot at her ankles, freeing her legs from their binding. Wrapping my hand around my dick, I gave it a few tugs before moving up her body.

“Noah,” she breathed.

“Right here, Darlin’.”

“I need you.”

“I’ll always need you, Lanie. Always. Wrap your legs around me.”

Lining myself up, I slowly pushed inside, groaning as her warmth surrounded me. Her heels dug into my back as she took every inch of me, until I couldn’t go any farther. Then I started to move with unhurried strokes.

“Faster,” she begged.

“Not tonight, Little Lamb. I want to feel every ripple of your pussy when you come all over my cock.”

It was torture not to slam into her, to fuck her until neither one of us could move. There would be time for that. A lifetime, in fact. We were only just beginning to explore the possibilities. It could take months to finish christening every surface in the house and when we were done, we’d start all over again.

“I’m close, Noah.”

“Me too.”

Unable to hold back, I slammed into her wet heat.

“Yes.”

She threw her head back on a silent scream as my strokes grew faster and harder. Moving my hand in between us, I found her clit and pressed down as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Sweat dripped down my spine as I chased nirvana. Once. Twice. On the third stroke, I pushed deep, spilling inside her.

Without giving her too much of my weight, I reached out to release the ropes on her wrists. Once free, she immediately slung her arms around my back and buried her face in my neck.

I rolled to my back, taking her with me. “Are you okay? Was the rope too tight?”

“When can we do that again?”

My chest shook with laughter. “I love you, Lanie.”

“I love you too, Cowboy.”

Who would’ve thought when I moved to Huntington all those years ago, I’d find something I didn’t even know I’d lost.

My heart.

My every breath.

My Little Lamb.

EPILOGUE

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