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I shove down my underwear, my cock bobbing up to slap against my abs. A sticky trail of precum trails along my skin.

Before I can stop her, she reaches for my bedside drawer, the one where we keep the toys. I lunge for her, practically pinning her to the bed. My cock slides against her hot center, and she groans, her head falling back against the pillows.

“Lube,” she gasps. “We need lube.”

Reaching blindly into the drawer, I find the bottle and return to her. I’m about to slick my fingers when she takes the bottle from me, then pours a generous amount of the lubricant over her pussy and my cock.

“Do that again,” she demands.

I roll on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my body weight. She lets out a happy sigh, raising her arms over her head and crossing her wrists. This position puts all of her scars on display, and I lean down to kiss her triceps, right over the surgical marks.

And then I wrap my fist around her wrists, holding her captive like she so clearly wants. Ceci groans, the sound low and guttural.

My cock fits perfectly against her slit, and I grind against her so the head slides over her clit. Her eyes roll as she throws her head back, exposing her neck.

I bury my face there, licking and sucking at her soft, sweet skin. She tilts to the side to give me a better angle as her fingers dig into my scapulae, kneading the sore, sensitive flesh.

Her hips rut against mine. The lube and the friction are nearly too much. My eyes roll back, and I force a deep breath into my lungs, trying to calm the fuck down.

“Please,” she moans. “Aidan, I⁠—”

“What do you need?” My hand tightens on her wrists. “What can I give you?”

“Just give me you.”

One of her hands slips down to my ass, pressing me against her more firmly. I grind my cock against her, keeping exactly the same rhythm.

And when Ceci moans again, her body going taut with her release, I’m flooded with a primal, bone-deep satisfaction.

All it takes is two more slides of my cock against her silky skin, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train. My release paints her pussy and inner thighs, marking her skin.

Breathing hard, I collapse onto her. Belatedly, I realize I’m still holding her hostage, and I release my punishing hold, rubbing her wrists to bring the blood flow back.

“Holy fuck,” she gasps. Her arms wrap around my back, holding me close. “That was…”

“Good?”

“Fucking great.”

Shit. I’m probably crushing her. I roll off her so we’re side by side, drawing her thigh over my leg. Before I know what I’m doing, I rub my release into her skin.

Her breath catches. “Aidan.”

“Hmm?” It takes monumental effort to keep my eyes open and on hers. The post-orgasm haze is fading, reminding me how exhausted I am.

But she shakes her head. “I should go clean up.”

Before she can slide out of bed, I do, warming a washcloth beneath the faucet. I quickly clean myself up and then wet a second cloth before returning to her, running the terrycloth between her legs, down her thighs, and over her pelvis.

Ceci reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her, the washcloth trapped between us. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, holding me close.

“That was hot as hell,” she says, before she kisses me.

I didn’t think. There wasn’t any time. I’m glad she enjoyed herself, but I wanted to try again. To finally sink inside her the way I’ve wanted to for so long.

I’m not ready yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. But I want to be. And that’s half the battle.

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