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“Some. I’ll be more content when I can see you naked.” He opened his mouth and she held her hand up. “Don’t ask me if I’m sure. I’m already getting worked up just thinking of it. You wouldn’t want to leave me hanging, would you? That’d be considered torture and doctors don’t do that. They’re supposed to make you feel better.”
He leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips, rolled off the bed and lifted his shirt over his head.
Hooooollllly shit. His chest.
There were defined muscles just begging for her to touch. To lick. To gobble up as he’d done to her.
The minute his shorts were undone, she reached for the box of condoms to get one out.
Her hand was lifting toward his cock. Long. Firm. Strong like the rest of him.
He pushed her fingers away and reached for the condom. “I’m too worked up for that right now. Another time.”
“Later,” she said. “We’ve got all night.”
He covered himself quickly, returned to the bed, his heavy body over hers, but there was no weight. No feelings as if he was going to trap her.
He was balancing on his hands, his knee nudging her legs apart more, then the probing of him to be granted access.
The gates were open in her mind, her hips lifting to let him in.
There was pressure but no pain. Just a fullness in her she’d been missing for so long, yet not craving until Blaze entered her life.
He sank in fast, gave her a moment to adjust, then moved with a steady rhythm to her encouragement.
Still being considerate. Still being Blaze.
His hands moved, his fingers threading through hers, then pushed them over her head. He had her. He always would. She knew that in this moment.
Knew it without words. Without him being so deep inside of her.
She just felt this man was going to be hers and she’d be his.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
He did as she said, his lips landing on hers, the edge of his control slipping. She wanted that. Wanted to know that she wasn’t the only one who was struggling to hold on.
And what better way to prove it than drive him over the edge.
She lifted faster, harder, forced him to keep up with her.
As her body climbed, she felt the tension in his. The gripping of his fingers, the urgency of his tongue dancing alongside hers.
Their bodies were slapping against each other in the oldest race of time until everything in her opened up again, her soul crying out in release, every pulse, every twitch, every beat ofher heart just waiting for him to cross that line with her into exhaustion.
He did. Seconds later, letting out his shout of joy, the pulses of him inside of her something she wanted to feel... forever.
He landed on top of her depleted, but rolled as quickly as to not hurt her.
As if he ever could.
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NEEDED ANSWERS
“Sorry you didn’t get much sleep last night,” Arden said the next morning.
The alarm would have gone off at five like normal, but he’d been lying awake prior and grabbed it to not wake the beauty next to him.
