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Sweet mother of dragons. He was going to make her insane.
“Jeremy—”
He kissed her again, moving his hand from teasing her nipple to the inside of her thigh. His finger slid inside, and his thumb teased her clitoris. She moaned into his mouth.
Jeremy moved in a slow, torturous rhythm, clearly in no rush. He brought her to the brink and backed off, playing with her. He brought her up again, just to the edge of climax, before he moved his hand, taking it away from the one place in the world that Tayla wanted it.
She nearly cried in frustration. “Jeremy Allen, if you don’t—”
He laughed and kissed her again. “I like having you at my mercy.”
“Just remember it’s my turn next.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He bent down, sucked her nipple into his mouth, and put his hand between her legs, finally throwing her into a climax so hard she felt tears come to her eyes. Every muscle in her body tensed and released at once. Tayla yelled so loud the neighbors probably heard her. Her hands gripped the sheets of the bed. Eventually she had to force his fingers away.
“Too much,” she panted. “Jeremy, too much.”
“Never too much,” he whispered. “I told you it’d be worth it.”
Despite her earlier threat, she felt too boneless to move. It was her turn, but she was going to need some recovery time. Jeremy shoved his pants and his boxers down his legs and lay on his side, facing her, one hand on his cock.
He smiled. “You okay?”
“You ask that, knowing how hard you just made me come,” she muttered. “That, Mr. Allen, is gloating.”
“Maybe a little.”
She rolled toward him and looked him up and down. “Have I told you that you’re a very attractive man?”
“You have.”
“And I would very much like to have sex with you now.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I think we should do that.”
“I’m so glad you agree.” She draped her leg over his hip. “I am assuming you have protection.”
He reached back and opened the drawer on his bedside table. “I do believe I can take care of that, Miss McKinnon.”
“That’s excellent news.”
He took her mouth, making love to it as he rolled the condom on and scooted closer. He nudged between her legs and Tayla opened more, hitching her leg higher so he could slide inside.
Oh. There was nothing like that feeling. She was full, her mind clear, her body moving as one with his.
“Fuck, you’re sweet.” He bit his lip and closed his eyes. “Tayla, I need to…”
She rolled to her back, bringing him with her. “Move.”
“Yes.”
Jeremy propped himself on his elbows, his body weighing hers down as he moved his hips. They were so close, his rhythm was hard and deep. He took her mouth again, and Tayla wrapped her legs around his waist, angling her hips up.
“Fuck.” He grunted. “You’re flexible.”
“Yoga.”
