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“Sure.”

He pulls out, leaving me empty. So empty that I can’t believe that we waited this long to do this. So empty that it only reinforces what a perfect fit we are together.

He pushes my legs up, guiding my thighs until I’m basically folded in half. It’s not uncomfortable, but I am open. Like… you can’t get more open than this unless you can do the splits, and even then, I doubt it.

It’s not weird. I do get a second of shyness, but the way that Cruz looks at me as if he wants to devour me for the rest of the night and all into tomorrow, quickly scrap whatever insecurity I have going on.

“Can you hold yourself open for me?”

I’m flushed already, but my face grows even hotter. I do as he asks and place a hand on each thigh.

He looms over me, hands braced by my head. He doesn’t drill into me, but in this position, it’s definitely easier for him to hit places inside of me that were previously undiscovered mysteries.

After a few strokes, he guides my hand from my thigh over to my clit. “Touch yourself for me?”

His head is bent, watching everything. A storm of sexy butterflies erupts in my stomach. I do what he asks, swirling my fingers over my already swollen clit. Pleasure surges through me immediately, crashing and crushing, sharpening the sensation of being filled. Every stroke takes me higher. It’s so much more intense than the first time I came. The pleasure gathers and grows, gaining momentum. It almost hurts to let it keep building. My lungs constrict and all I can do is gasp out ragged breaths.

Cruz is right there with me. He keeps up a regular pace for me. He doesn’t let himself go and get wild. I’d be okay if he did, but I might lose my own momentum. I sense that he’s holding himself back for me, waiting until I come again, before he’ll even let himself think about enjoying his own climax.

I suck my lower lip into my mouth and gnaw at it while the pressure grows and grows.

“I can feel you squeezing my cock,” Cruz grinds out above me. “So tight. It feels so good, Sloane. So good.”

Between his thrusts filling me all the way, and those sexy words, I tip right over the edge. I shatter, coming on his cock, with him buried deep inside of me. I cry out his name and writhe on the bed. My hand slips away from my thigh and I grasp his shoulder. I get my other hand up to brace myself as his thrusts immediately pick up. He doesn’t pound into me or ram me through the headboard, but I inch up the bed a little. I whimper and moan as my climax goes on and on, sharp and hot, obliterating me. I want to tell him to come, to maybe even get bossy and command it. I want to find dirty words that tip him into pleasure and oblivion as well, but I can’t say anything. My brain is back to being mush.

Cruz manages to hold on for a few more thrusts, then he pulls out quickly and grunts.

He shakes above me, rattling apart. I’m shocked that he still has enough strength and presence of mind to hold himself up. Not that I should be. Cruz is fit. The fittest person I know, and he’s conditioned for pain and endurance. He kisses me and then throws his weight to the side. His shoulder hits the mattress and he rolls, tugging me into his arms and holding me against his chest in a tight hug, all in a single movement.

“Shit. I was going to take that off and come on you. I had some filthy talk planned just for that, but I couldn’t hold on.”

Once I catch my breath, I peek up at his face. His eyes are closed and he looks serene, but I know that he’s not sleeping. He’s still blissed out. He might not be breathing hard, but his pulse is still racing at the side of his neck, thrumming visibly.

“It was still hot.” I press my nose to his hammering pulse. I breathe him in, a mix of him and me together, and then I kiss his pulse. I press my tongue to it, kiss him again, and throw my arm further over his chest. I force my leg between his, looping my body half over of him.

He hums in satisfaction, his arm tightening around me.

“Is Priscilla going to come and sleep with us on the bed?”

“I’m not sure. The bed is kind of scandalous. She might come to the foot later. She’s been sleeping here the past few days.”

“Scandalous. That’s a good use of the word. It’s scandalous that I have to get up and dispose of this and clean up.”

I laugh and then groan. “You’re right. That is scandalous. Do you want me to do it for you?”

He shudders. “Nope. I’ve got this. You relax. I’ll bring you back a cloth. Let me take care of you.”

“I could come with you. We could soap up in the shower together. Although… I’m not sure that you’d fit. We might have to do one person in, one person half out.”

He pinches my nipple playfully, and when I roll away from him squealing, he swats my ass, and when I try to launch myself off the bed to get away from him, he grabs me around the waist and tugs me back. I turn in his hold, kissing both of his cheeks before I claim his lips. They still taste like me. It makes my head swim.

We only have one condom. I need to cool it. Fuck, you’d think that two mind blowing orgasms would make a person tired, but somehow, I’m coming back to life.

He smiles at me, a little shy, a whole lot warm, with more than just passion glowing in his beautiful eyes. He takes my breath away. I can’t see there ever being a time when he won’t. That should scare me more than it does. Maybe it shouldn’t. I’m not sure what the rules of romance are. I feel safe with Cruz. I don’t doubt him. He makes it easy not to second guess myself either.

I take his hand and brush kisses over his knuckles. “How does a shower, a cup of tea, and a fresh baked cookie from this afternoon sound?”

He licks his lips, closing his eyes. When he opens them, they’re filled with feral intensity. “Post what we just did, that sounds like a perfectly second best snack.”