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Taking turns going back and forth as she found her rhythm.
As we found our rhythm together.
I fell back against the couch as she moved faster.
Lips plump and swollen from where I’d kissed her.
Tits bouncing.
Fucking perfection.
I gripped her hips as her head fell back.
Faster. Harder. Needier.
My hand found her clit, knowing what she needed. She cried out my name, and I thrust forward.
Once.
Twice.
And I followed her right over the edge.
Lights flashing behind my eyes as a feral sound left my mouth.
I came hard as we both continued riding out every last bit of pleasure.
Because nothing had ever felt better.
Chapter Nineteen
Violet
I collapsed on top of Charlie as his arms wrapped around me and his breathing finally slowed.
“My God, woman. That was fucking incredible,” he finally said.
I looked at him. “Agreed. If we only do that once, it will still be worth it.”
“I thought we were taking it one day at a time,” he chuckled. “You’re already calling it done?”
“I’m calling it spectacular. Everyone should experience that once in their life.” I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from saying more.
It was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.
To feel so connected to someone.
It was something I normally avoided, and God knows I’d tried to avoid this man.
But we were like two magnets, the force so strong, it was impossible to ignore.
Maybe this would be a one and done. Maybe we just needed to get it out of our systems.
But I already wanted to do it again.
He slowly shifted me off him, then set me on the couch before he moved to his feet. He was a big man. Large in every way.
He strode the short distance to the bathroom, and I assumed he was disposing of the condom. I reached for the throw blanket on the couch, suddenly self-conscious about being naked and vulnerable.
