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Looking down at my watch, my stomach drops when I notice the time. Sadie is ten minutes late. I hang my head and close my eyes feeling like a fool.

What had I been thinking?

There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s attracted to me. I see the way she looks at me when she doesn’t think I’m looking. Maybe she sees the way I look at her and isn’t ready for more than a physical relationship. She did just get out of a marriage, so I can understand not wanting anything more. I’ll be whatever she needs until I can prove to her that I’m what she wants.

Another five minutes ticks by.

She isn’t coming.

Standing, I gather up the box of condoms I’d purchased for the night and my keys, ready to head out the door when I hear the locking mechanism on the door click. Without thought, I move to the door in two quick strides, surprising Sadie as she slips inside looking more than a little frazzled.

She still looks beautiful.

One hand fists in her hair as I press her against the wall, while the other cups her breasts and trails down underneath her skirt until I feel the heat of her pussy. Ripping her panties away, I plunge a finger deep into her core and watch as Sadie melts into me.

“I’m sorry I was late,” she apologizes breathlessly.

“You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” I reply before my mouth meets hers and my tongue slides inside.

Heaven.

She fumbles to undo my jeans. Her hands frantic as she tries to pull them down while I finger fuck her against the wall.

“Tyson, please,” she pants against my neck. The feel of her hot breath on my skin makes me harder. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Thrusting a second finger into her drenched pussy, I work her faster and harder. “You’ve got me all night. There’s no rush. First, I want you to come on my fingers and show me how much you’ve missed me.”

“I have,” she moans as her pussy clenches around my fingers showing me how much. “I’ve missed this so much.”

Crashing my lips to hers, I plunge my tongue in; sweeping through, dancing alongside hers. She thrusts against my hand as she rakes her nails down my back; I growl. I like this side of Sadie. I kiss and suck down her exquisite neck, stretching her sweet pussy in preparation.

In no time, Sadie clenches around me, her entire body trembling in my arms. Slowing my pace, I continue to draw out her pleasure as I walk us to the bed where I lay her down and promptly crawl on top of her, rubbing the seam of my pants against her core.

When she finally opens her eyes, Sadie smiles up at me with a blissful look on her beautiful face. “Why are you still dressed?” she asks happily.

Instead of answering, I stand and strip myself of my jeans and t-shirt. Joining her back on the bed, I kneel, sliding a condom on, and lift her up until her ass rests on my thighs.

Bringing her chest to mine, I hold her to me with one arm. My other hand fists in her hair forcing her neck to arch as I kiss and nip my way up to meet her lips.

“Next time I’ll be gentle. I promise,” I rasp out before slamming her down on my shaft. For every thrust up, Sadie slams down on me. We work perfectly together and in no time, I start to feel her flutter around me making me pound harder into her sweet pussy.

I buck one last time as her core pulses around me in waves. Groaning into her neck, I shift Sadie off me and lay her down. I stretch out beside her, still breathing heavy, and fling one arm around the curve of her waist.

“God, you’re extraordinary when you come.”

Blinking her eyes open, they glow in the dimly lit room. “If my brain was functional right now, I’d write a poem about how breathtaking you are while you fuck me.”

“A poem, really?” An eyebrow arches as I trail the tip of my finger down her arm to the palm of her hand.

Sadie surprises me when she laces our fingers together and brings our hands to her mouth placing a gentle kiss to the back of my hand. I don’t fight the smile from her affection. Maybe convincing her won’t be as difficult as I imagined.

“You’re inspiring,” she replies, snuggling up to my side.

“You inspire me. What can I say?”

“I prefer actions over words,” she purrs against my shoulder.

I’ll give her action.

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