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She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I feed myself into her, gliding in easily with how aroused she is. When I’m in all the way to the hilt, I pause. I’m in Rachel.I’m in fucking Rachel.

She smiles up at me and I swear my knees weaken at the sight. She’s a balm to every rough part of me, soothing me from the inside out. I don’t know how I managed to make it to this point, for this woman to somehow have let me in this far, but I wish upon every unspent wish still left to me that she never lets me go.

She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my heart aching with undeclared love. I want to tell her tonight.

I just have to find the right moment.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

NICK

Ipull nearly all the way out and sink back in slowly, savoring every bit of it. How snug she feels around me. Her soft moan as I fill her. And the way she’s looking at me, as if maybe I’m the answer to all her wishes, too.

I hitch her leg over my hip, increasing the pace, watching her breasts bounce, building the both of us up over long minutes until sweat blooms on our skin. We’ll need another shower after this.

A tingle races down my spine, signaling I’m close. I need to switch positions or this is going to be over before I can make her come again. Besides, I made a promise to her in the shower.

“You ready for more?”

Her eyes widen. “More?”

“You said you wanted it rough.”

A shiver of excitement passes over her as she nods.

I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach, positioning her at the edge of the bed with her ass tilted up. She looks overher shoulder at me as I rub my dick along the seam of her pussy from behind, then plunge in.

She groans into the comforter. “Oh my God, Nick. Yes.”

My palms squeeze her ass, then settle on her hips, holding her in place as I fuck her, keeping at it until her legs are shaking and I suspect she’d collapse if I wasn’t supporting her.

I’m doing everything in my power to hold on just a little longer, resisting my orgasm until she comes, too. Bringing one hand around to her pussy, I rub her softly, at odds with the slap of flesh on flesh that fills the room as I pound into her. She tightens against me as I find her clit, teasing at first, then increasing the pressure.

“There,” she chokes out when I’m nearly at the edge of my control. “Right there.”

It breaks the dam, and I do my best to keep the same rhythm for her as I come, my hips bucking with a mind of their own.

“Fuck, Rachel. Yes.” I bend over her, my lips brushing along the salty slick of her back as waves of pleasure wash over me. “You’re incredible.”

She’s twitching, too, her hips out of sync now, lost in her orgasm. I wait until she stills before pulling out and turning her over to face me.

Her cheeks are flushed, the baby hairs around her temple curled with sweat, and I’m reminded that we never shut the door to the bathroom, steam escaping into here.

I kiss her gently, loving how soft her lips are. “Give me fifteen minutes and we can go for round two.”

She makes a sputtering noise. “You think I can come three times?”

I can’t help the devilish grin I give her. “Only one way to find out.”

She shakes her head, even as she returns my grin. “To be honest, I’ve only ever come twice with you.”

Pride fills me. “You’ll need to get used to it.” I give her one last kiss and get off the bed, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

“Oh my God,” she laughs from the bedroom. “My wet hair soaked the comforter.”

I can’t remember if she even squeezed the water out of it in our haste to get to the bed. “I have an extra blanket in the closet,” I call out, disposing of the condom. “I’m going to take another shower, too.” I’d gotten distracted washing her earlier and hadn’t done anything to myself. “You want to join? For real showering this time.”

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