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later.”

I tease my core with the tip of his cock, circling my clit and sending little electric bolts down my

back. I’m not worried anymore. Not about his size, not about the way he feels. Not about the way I

feel.

Everything about the two of us is just right.

Locking eyes with him, one hand pressed to his chest, I guide him inside me. My hips rocking

instinctively, helping lubricate the way. When he’s fully seated inside me, I lean forward for a kiss.

“We fit,” I whisper against his lips. It’s a strange feeling. Overwhelming, but also right.

He nods seriously, pushing my hair back. “Like we were made for each other.”

“I like that idea. A lot. Every choice we made, every path we chose, led us here. To this moment

together.”

“I won’t ever do anything to make you doubt us. I swear it.”

“I know,” I whisper, rocking, sending rockets of sensation through my body. “I see you. I see the

man you are.” I grip his other hand, using it to stabilize myself. “Now stop talking so I can focus on

rocking your world.”

His full-body chuckle makes me gasp. I feel it everywhere.Everywhere. Another thing we’ll have

to repeat.

Over. And over.

I never had riding lessons, so I’m figuring things out on the fly, but judging by his gasps and

moans, he’s enjoying the ride. And Oh. My. God. So am I. “This is so much better than my vibrator,” I

gasp, leaning down to steal a kiss. “This is good, right? Like, I’m really good at this.”

“You’re fucking amazing,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Yay me.” I might have said more, but honestly, everything is muffled. All that feels real, feels

present is the pressure growing in my core, and the tingles in my feet and fingertips. “Oh, my god. It’s

coming.” I read the books. I know a simultaneous orgasm isn’t a real thing most of the time, but that

doesn’t matter. As long as we both feel good in the end, I consider tonight a success. And right now,

I’m starting to feel so good.

I lose my rhythm as the waves build, finally crashing over me. I can’t do more than grind down,

milking every drop of sensation. I’m aware of Zach’s strong hands on my hips, holding me to him.

And of the musky smell in the room, a mixture of both of us. But I can’t focus on any of it.

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