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“Yeah, and how is it?”

She blushes. “It’s pretty damn hot.”

“You’re unreal,” I murmur, and when she laughs, I shake my head. “No, I mean it. This is unreal.”

Needing to touch her again, I move my hands over her, mapping her body with my fingertips. I take in the way she responds, the way her body shifts toward me without hesitation. When I lower myself and my mouth finds hers again, I’m utterly done for. She reacts instantly, her fingers tangling in my hair once more, her breath stuttering, and something in me locks on to that. It’s the only thing that matters. I focus on her, on every shift, every sound, every breath she drags in like she can’t get enough air, and the more she gives me, the more I want.

She tugs at my shirt. “This isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“You still have your clothes on.”

I chuckle. “What are you going to do about it?”

She starts sitting up, so I inch back to give her room, and she makes short work of removing my T-shirt. When her fingers feather over my torso, my muscles twitch at her touch, desperate for more. She fumbles with my belt, her hands trembling. I make a mental note to make sure she trembles every time I touch her. I move off the bed and quickly strip down, eager to feel more of her and impatient to wait.

The mattress dips under my weight as I climb up her body. Hands skimming over her waist, I slide into her. And fuck, it’s perfect.

My forehead drops to hers, my breathing rough now. “Okay?” I murmur.

“Yeah,” she breathes, and I believe her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” I move, not fast, not rough, just thrusting in deeper, like I’ve been starving for this exact thing and didn’t even know it.

It doesn’t take long before I feel her start to unravel under me, hear my name again in her voice, feel the way her body responds. It drives me not to finish, not to rush. I want to stay right there with her, to keep her there, to let it build until she breaks. When she does, when she tightens around my cock, a groan rips from me. Her breath catches and her nails score down my back.

“Fuck, Dannica, you feel so fucking good.”

“Teddy, I’m going to come.”

I blow out a breath in relief because I don’t know how long I can hold my own release. She pulses around me, soft sweet mewling noises filling the room.

“Dannica.” Her name slips from my lips as I crash with her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Not wanting to lose the connection, I take in the way she looks, flushed and breathless and so goddamn real. It hits me again, harder this time—I’m inspired. Not chasing it. Not forcing it. It’s just there, because of her.

I hold her waist and flip us so she is on top.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

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DANNICA

BREAKING NEWS: LOCAL WOMAN REALIZES DREAMS REQUIRE PARTICIPATION

I don’t think I’ve ever been this aware of my own body before. Every breath, every place where we touch feels amplified. It’s like someone turned the volume up on everything at once and forgot to turn it back down. I’m on my back, his weight braced over me, his hands sliding along my sides like he’s imprinting me to memory. Like he’s learning everything about me, like he’s not in a rush to get anywhere except right here.

It’s slow, intentional, and I stretch, full, amazing. The way he moves with me instead of just against me, the way he watches my face like my reactions matter as much as anything else happening between us. My fingers dig into his shoulders, grounding myself because it’s a lot—too much and not enough all at the same time—and when I shift under him, I feel the delicious build. Something in his expression changes, like that’s exactly what he’s been waiting for.

“Dannica,” he murmurs, almost to himself, and the sound of it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me that makes my breath catch. He flips so his back is on the mattress, effortlessly positioning me on top of him like we’ve choreographed this. The position change has him deeper inside me, grazing me in just the right place. If I thought it felt good before, this takes the cake.

“Take what you need from me.” His voice rasps over my skin like calloused hands, rough but delectable. I shift my weight so I settle better on him, then I start moving. Closing my eyes, I give in to the sensation, taking him completely into me. Not just my body but every part of me.

I press my hands on his arms, needing to touch him as I rock my hips back and forth. He feels so good inside me, stretching me wider with every movement I make.

With his hand clamped on my hip, Teddy presses the pad of his thumb to my clit. He doesn’t move, doesn’t add more or less pressure, simply allows me the option of rubbing myself on him while I chase my release. So I do.