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His hands are gripping my thighs so hard, I know there will be a bruise later. But I don't care.

"Malynda... I have waited so fucking long for this. To be inside you again."

I push my hips down, taking him deeper, and he grunts.

He pulls back, and then thrusts forward, our bodies moving with the force.

"Oh!"

And he does it again.

And again.

My body slides over his slick cotton sheets, but he just grips my hips and pulls me towards him again, impaling me on his hardness.

I can barely breathe. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he leans over, flicking his tongue over my nipple. Stars burst in front of my eyes.

"God, Malynda, you are so hot," he growls, "I've missed being inside you."

I can only moan in response.

Our movements are faster, more erratic, there's no rhythm, just him driving himself in and out of me, each time pushing me closer to the edge.

His pubic bone grazes against mine, his body hard and strong on top of me.

"Make me come, Xavier," I beg him.

And he knows how.

He pulls back, the tip of his cock still inside me, but his thumb on my most sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck!" I yell, as he circles, smaller and smaller circles until it feels like a constant torrent of caresses on my clit.

"Yes... yes... yes..." I mumble and he moves his hand faster, harder.

And just as I feel the wave crash over me, he drives his cock into me.

I come. I come so hard I barely notice him joining me.

I feel myself squeeze him, as my back arches and I gasp for breath, my hands, digging into his shoulders.

He falls on me, and I feel my legs fall open, to the side, exhausted.

"Malynda..." he murmurs, and I just move my hand to the side of his face and stroke his cheek in response.

And we stay there until we meet again in our dreams.