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Her pussy muscles clenched against him. She seemed to like that thought.

“Stop that, Isolde. I mean it. Or I’ll have to leave you.”

Her eyebrows came up in alarm. “If you leave, I’ll kill you.”

He laughed. “Okay. Then stay still. But let me catch my breath.”

But there was no catching his breath like this. Her pussy was tight―even through the condom, he felt how his cock filled her. His hands spread out on her ass, enjoying the feeling of her curves against his hands. He realized he wasn’t going to be last long, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her wanting. He increased the tempo, lifting her and lowering her onto his cock, watching as the blush spread on her cheeks and around her collarbone.

“Drake, I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly.

“Yes. Come on my cock, Isolde. Come on my cock now.”

And then she did. Her muscles clenched against him, milking his own orgasm out of her. He came on a roar, holding her tight against him.

For the first time in his life, he wished he weren’t wearing a condom. He wanted to flood her with his come and―

Drake shut that thought up quickly, not knowing where it’d come from. He’d never, ever had sex without a condom before―nor had he ever wanted to.

Her body sagged against his, her cheek coming to rest on his shoulder, her arms around his neck.

The pleasure was so strong, his legs suddenly felt unsteady. He needed a bed. He turned and walked quickly towards her bedroom. As he approached the bed, he lifted Isolde off his softening cock, careful to hold on to the condom with his other hand, and lay her on the bed.

He disposed of the condom quickly in the bathroom and came back. Isolde was still sprawled on the bed where he’d left her.

“Make space for me, sleepy head,” he said in a hushed voice.

She opened an eye. “Where are we?”

“In bed.”

She nodded. “That was the best orgasm of my life, Drake.” Moments later, she was asleep. Drake curled his body around hers and covered them with her light duvet.

His last thought, before falling asleep beside her, was that they’d never finished the meal.

Chapter 13

Isolde

Isolde woke up starving, her stomach rumbling like she hadn’t eaten in a day.

Which makes sense since we skipped dinner.

She thought of the meal she and Drake had so painstakingly prepared―then blushed as she remembered how they’d barely had a bite before they ended up in each other’s arms.

In each other’s arms.

She almost giggled. The euphemism wasn’t enough to explain what it’d felt like, to be lifted again and again onto his cock while looking straight into his beautiful gray eyes. Not that she’d ever doubted Drake’s strength, but that had been badass.

Mind-blowing.

She turned over to look at him. He was lying on his side, snoring softly with an arm over his eyes. Like her, he was naked. She ran her eyes down his sleeping form, from his muscled upper chest to his slim hips―then the hard lines of his butt and legs, currently covered by the duvet.

She wondered if he woke up with a hard-on―the morning hard-on was something she’d read about consistently, but her experience with men was too limited to know if it was true. Certainly her last long-term boyfriend, a lawyer called Olivier, had woken up with what she’d referred to in her mind as a smartphone hard-on. He’d started reading his emails on his way to the shower, and disappeared into his work world long before he’d left for work.

Probably goes a long way to explain why it didn’t work out for us.

She couldn’t imagine Drake waking up and choosing his phone over her, unless he received an emergency call.