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“I. Am. Yours,” I whispered urgently. “Yours.”
He grimaced as if in agony, but I knew it was pleasure, and positioned his cock at my entrance, his other arm to myside.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” His head shook as if he wasdreaming.
“I can’twait.”
He pressed in a little bit, prodding me open. Oh fuck, yes. This would begood.
A strained whimper came out ofhim.
“You okay?” Iasked.
He nodded, unable tospeak.
“Keep going,then.”
Pressing more, he entered me a few more inches. Stretching mewide.
Ohmigod, awesome. Soawesome.
“More. More, more,more.”
“Yousure?”
I bobbed my head vigorously. He thrust all the way in, his hard cock filling me up so much that I gasped and arched myback.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyesworried.
“Trent. Yes. Oh, fuck yes, I’m okay. You’re just bigger than Iexpected.”
He held my hand with one of his, glanced down to where we were joined, then up at my eyes. “I don’t want to hurtyou.”
Oh, this sweet man. “It’s not hurt. Trust me. It’s euphoria.” And I held his other hand. “It’s okay to move. It feels sogood.”
He pulled out, then thrust back in. Out. And in again. As I was so slick, so ready, so wet, he glided in and out. His eyes went from where we were joined to my eyes, then back down and upagain.
I lifted my hips to meet him, and he lowered his upper body to mine. Skin to skin, lips to lips, eyes to eyes, Trent Milner made love to me in Spain. I felt every single part of it. Every single thrust. Uptick. Move. My chest touching his. My nipples grazing his. My feet wrapped around his. I wanted to cry fromhappiness.
That lock of hair fell into his eyes, and he keptgoing.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he murmured, “but it’s better than my dream. You’re here. You’re so beautiful. This feelsso—”
I lolled back. “Yeah. Keep going. Enjoy this moment. We’re connected, you andme.”
His lips met my shoulder, and he kissed his way up my neck. Then he licked his way to my nipples, circling one and the other, all the while going in and out. In and out. Filling me, making me whole, then empty. Then joyously filling meagain.
I could tell that he was holding back. That he wanted to go faster, but his discipline kept him in check. That he was trying to prolong themoment.
But this was histime.
“I want to see you lose control,” I said, my eyes locked onhim.
He moaned. “I can’t. I don’t want tohurt—”
“You won’t. Do it. Get it allout.”
With a tight nod, he started thrusting faster. Then faster and faster, pistoning into me, banging me with this delicious hardness so much that my eyes rolled into myhead.
I grabbed his ass, encouraging him to push into me, to keep going. “I need this. You needthis.”
And my soldier let go of his restraints. Frenzied, he pounded into me, so impossibly hard, so impossibly strong, and still tender at the same time. Like he was so aware of me, he could never hurt me, but he was letting himself get what heneeded.
ThankGod.
When he came, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and paused for one second. A vein bulged in his forehead. Then he plunged into me one last time, pumping his release into me, coming like all of the tension exploded into nothingness. Into the Universe.Dissolving.
He delved into my neck with a delicious moan. “Dani.”
