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I’m stretched out for him, naked for him, more excited than I ever have been in all my life. Was this how sex was supposed to feel all this time? And we’re not even having actual sex yet!

“I should take you over my knee,” he says, palming my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples, sending dark spikes of pleasure into the needy ache between my legs.

“Well,” I breathe. “Uhh…” I like that idea, too, but I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing.

He grunts something else, panting, settling between my legs. I grip the headboard harder. I can feel him there, nudging my opening with the thick crown of his cock.

“God, yes,” I say, aching for him to be in me.

And then he is, gazing into my eyes as he pushes into me, slow and deep as the ocean.

Twenty-Six

Theo

I spentendless hours picturing what she’d be like. Waking up with erotic images cascading through my brain.

My fantasy Operator Seven doesn’t even come close to the reality of Lizzie. She’s delicious and maddening and stunning in every way.

And so hot I want to die. Her skin is damp, burning under my touch.

I’m large for her, so I’m moving slowly, rocking into her, letting her get used to my size. It’s all I can do not to devour her.

I change the angle of entry, watching and listening, until I have her panting harder. I like that she’s feeling as unhinged as I am.

I slide all the way in and come to a stop. For one moment there’s nothing else in the world, just her pussy clenching me, hot and tight. “Seven,” I whisper. “Seven, Seven, Seven.”

She pulls me to her by the hair and takes my mouth. “Yes,” she says between kisses.

I move into her, caging her with my arms, listening to her breath, enjoying the way her fists tighten and loosen in my hair. Remembering something she said, I press my teeth to the little mound of flesh between her breast and her shoulder, taking a small chunk of skin between my teeth. A little point of pain.

“Aagh,” she gasps. “You remembered.”

I remember everything she ever said. Her words are on constant repeat in my brain. The only soundtrack I care about these days.

She groans. “Yes. More. Yesssss.”

Her breath becomes erratic. It’s delicious. I pull her around on top of me and lose myself in her all over again.

Women are all composed of the same basic material—oxygen,carbon,hydrogen, nitrogen,calcium, and phosphorus. Yet this woman is another breed. Another universe.

It’s just by the sheer backward recitations of the periodic table that I’m not losing it like a schoolboy. But I’m not making it longer just for myself. I love concentrating on her pleasure. I could do it forever.

I change my tack again—the way I’m fucking her now is all about me rubbing her clit with my cock. I’m kissing her, pushing her over the edge. She wants the teeth back.

She gets the teeth. She gets what she wants. Whatever she wants.

“Yes,” she sighs every so often, so softly you can barely understand it.

It makes my cock feel like granite, that soft sigh of hers. Usually stoking a woman’s pleasure is transactional, the price of admission.

Not this woman.

I could happily stay where we are, enjoying her pleasure, knowing I’m making her sigh like that.

She holds onto me, even as she rides me. “So good,” she says.

“I know, baby.”

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