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With one last glance to make sure Ben is still asleep, I hurry after her, pulling the door closed with the handle turned and releasing it slowly. No way am I going to wake him up by making too much noise. Not when paradise is literally moments away.

When I get to the living room, Tiffany is stripping the shirt off again, her back to me, giving me a delectable view of her back stretching and relaxing as she undresses.

And fuck me. She’s already lost the thong. Did she have it on when we were talking about Ben?

She did say that she’d been ready and waiting but I had taken too long …

Fuck. She was totally naked under my shirt.

I’m not sure why that’s such a turn on, but it really is.

She turns as I’m stripping off my own shirt, her eyes dropping to my waist, her lips parting with anticipation. Slowly I tug my shorts down. I’m freeballing it tonight, since normally I sleep naked. I didn’t want any more clothes on than absolutely necessary.

Her eyes widen as my shorts fall to the floor. I step out of them, stroking my cock slowly with my free hand, enjoying the look on her face as she watches me.

“You ready?” I ask, holding up the condom.

Her eyes flick up to mine, then back down to where I’m still slowly stroking myself, using my precum as lube.

“Yeah,” she whispers, breathless. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

And fuck if that isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve heard in ages.

After rolling on the condom, I sit in my spot on the couch and reach for Tiffany. “Come here. Climb on and ride me.”

She takes my outstretched hand, settling one leg next to me on the couch, then fitting her other between me and the arm of the couch. I shift a little, making sure she has enough room. “You good?” I ask as she settles her weight on my thighs.

Nodding, she gives me a shy smile. Placing her hand on my shoulder, I gather her close with my hands at her waist, tipping my head up for a kiss.

She meets me, pressing her lips to mine, sliding farther into my lap until my dick is caught between us. Sliding one hand up to cup her tit, I pinch her nipple, making her gasp into my mouth and move against me. The friction is nice, but nowhere near enough.

“Come on, baby. I need to be inside you.”

“Yesss,” she hisses, lifting up on her knees.

I reach between us and hold myself steady for her. With one hand, she lines herself up, and when she sinks down, we both let out soft groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, babe,” I hiss as she slides all the way down. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Tiffany

Gray hisses as he stretches me, and I feel so full. More full than I can remember in … too long.

It’s been a long dry spell, to put it mildly, and no one has ever looked at me the way Grayson does. It’s intoxicating. He wants me, and he’s not shy about letting me know, even while being respectful of my decisions. Wanting to make sure I’m on board and okay before moving to the next step.

And now … holy shit, I’m glad I decided to take the next step.

I finally sink all the way down, my thighs meeting his, my clit grinding into the lower muscles of his six pack.

He curses softly, flexing under me, driving himself in farther. I make some kind of unintelligible noise, because sweet baby Jesus on a cracker, I’m full to bursting, almost to the point of pain, but riding the line just this side of pleasure.

I sit still, letting my body adjust, sighing as my muscles relax.

Gray’s eyes flutter open, and the look on his face is pure adoration. Reaching up, he brushes a wisp of hair back from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “You alright, baby?”

Biting my lip, I nod. “You?”

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