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We fall onto my bed and he settles between my legs.
His weight on me is grounding, reassuring.
"You sure?" he asks.
"Yes, I need you."
"I need you too."
He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, slides it off my shoulders.
His mouth goes to my breast and I gasp. My hands go to his hair.
He takes his time, worshipping every inch of skin until I'm squirming under him.
"Rush, please."
"Please what?"
"I need more."
His hand slides down to the button of my jeans. He undoes it and pulls them off along with my underwear.
Then he strips off his own jeans and we're both naked.
He positions himself between my legs, and I can feel how hard he is.
"You ready?" he asks.
"Yes."
He pushes inside slowly and we both groan at the feeling.
He's big and it's almost too much, but then he's fully seated and we're connected.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah, you feel perfect."
He starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper.
"Harder," I say.
"You sure?"
"Yes, please, I need it."
He gives me what I want, picking up the pace, driving into me with more force.
The sound of skin on skin fills the room, my moans, his breathing.
I can feel the edge getting closer, the heat building low in my belly.
"Touch yourself," he says.
