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“Can I come inside you?” I manage to get out.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries and claws her nails down my back, and I lose it entirely. The walls of her cunt spasm around me as I empty myself in her, and she cries out my name, but I can hardly hear it. The pleasure rushing through me is all-consuming. It vibrates through my body, into my fingertips.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe.
I slump down next to her, and she pants, muttering something, looking at me with hooded eyes filled with pleasure. This face. I want her to look like this every day because of me. That deliriously happy smile, rosy cheeks, a sheen of sweat, and glossy eyes from coming twice.
“Mmm,” I groan into her neck and kiss my way up to her swollen lips. “That was incredible.”
“Mhmm,” she says against my mouth. Her hand finds the side of my face, and I trace her body with my palm. The curve of her waist, up the hip. That marvellous arse of hers. My cock twitches between us, and she giggles. I don’t ever want to leave this place.
“This time, I’m going to take my time with you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
reflections
REY
It’s hard to believe this is real.
He’s here. Naked.
That big, handsome as hell man is here in my bed.
His lips are on my neck, and I’m throbbing not only from two orgasms in quick succession, but from the need to feel him inside me again. I’ve never experienced this kind of want before. Sex has always been more of a one-way street; my pleasure always secondary to the man’s, and I never had the confidence to ask for it. But oh my fucking god, I amlovingthis.Thisis what sex is meant to be like.
And I want more.
I push up against him, relishing the feeling of that massive cock, so hard again already, pressing against my lower stomach. My lips find his, and I brush my free hand down his muscled arm, his waist and to the throbbing manhood waiting for me. My fingers don’t reach around it fully, and I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing with this huge dick in my hand, but I just want to touch it. He groans into my mouth.
“Rey.” Almost like a warning.
I let my palm caress the sensitive tip, cupping my hand andsliding it down as if my hand was a tight entrance. His head tilts back, and another sexy man-sound escapes him.
“Rey,” he says again, and moves my hand away with his.
“Was I doing something wrong?”
“No, it’s too good, and I told you I want to take my time with you,” he says, giving me a crooked smile. Paired with the hooded eyes, I’m about to come undone just from looking at his face.
“Give me a minute to clean up,” I say and rush to the ensuite. A groan behind me tells me he likes what he sees as I walk naked across the room, and it makes me feel on top of the world. I give him an extra little shake of my butt to another audible sound of appreciation.
I’m making Mark Becker groan. He was growling my name. The deep sound echoes in my head, interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a door slamming downstairs. Xander?
Shit.
I hurry out to check for further sounds, but the jaw-dropping sight of naked Mark on my bed immediately makes the rest of the world fall away.
I must have done something right in life to be allowed this. Even if it’s just for a while. I push away the thoughts of what comes after. The fear of feeling.
“Stop there,” he orders in that bossy voice of his, and it sends a jolt straight to my centre. Turns out I enjoy a demanding man more than I thought.
“Is that the mirror you were looking at yourself in when we talked on the phone?” He points to the full-size wall mirror next to the ensuite.
“It is.”
I’m suddenly feeling brave and powerful and slide my hand down the way he had demanded me to when we spoke. When it was just his voice in my ear. Now he’s in front of me,and his reaction is everything. His jaw is working hard, and his hazel eyes are nearly black.
