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I prop myself up on my elbow and stare at his half-lidded eyes as a lazy, sexy grin unfurls on his lips.

“Yes, please.”

Soren reaches across the bed for the condom and rolls it down his engorged cock. I position myself on my back, hair spread out over his pillow and let my legs fall open. He wedges his knees between my thighs and hovers over me.

“You take my breath away,” he says reverently, brushing my cheek delicately with his thumb.

Our eyes lock, his flashing dark with need, and he asks, “Are you still okay with this?”

I can answer that without any hesitation whatsoever. “Hell, yeah.”

Soren draws out a long groan as he tentatively rocks his hips between my thighs, the drag of his cock so delicious that a mewl of urgent plea crawls from my throat.

“Please, Soren. Now.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his lower back as he thrusts inside. He plunges so deep that it steals my breath and I nearly pass out from pleasure. Once fully seated, he grinds his hips over my sensitive clit, and I cry out at the sensations.

“Oh, God. Soren…”

He suddenly stops, and I open my eyes to find him looking down at me with an expression of alarm.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

I shake my head, fingertips digging into his round ass.

“More.” I raise my head to suck his lower lip between my teeth. “I want more.”

Soren begins thrusting, plunging in and out with an urgency that matches the hammering of my heart. I manage to hold on, but I’m paralyzed with pleasure each time he hits the spot that has me seeing stars.

Soren dips his head, peppering kisses along my neck, under my earlobe, over my collarbone, and then latching onto my nipple, claiming it with his mouth, all while pistoning his hips in a punishing pace. He lets out grunts of gratification at each thrust.

My hand rolls down the straining muscles in his back, enjoying the soft, sinewy feel. We move together in an intimate synchronicity that sets my body on fire.

His mouth claims mine once again, kissing me so hard it unleashes a torrent of flutters in my belly. His tongue dives deep in a demanding and desperate kiss. I’m breathless and getting close to that precipice.

And when he rips his mouth free, he props himself up on a forearm and skims one hand along my stomach until he reaches the place where we’re joined. With expert precision, he finds my clit, pressing and circling so perfectly that it tips me over the edge.

My orgasm skyrockets through me, white lights flashing behind my eyelids. Gravity no longer has any hold on me.

I shudder with the force of my climax, screaming out my pleasure.

“Yes.. yes… yessssss.”

As if this was the code he’d been waiting for, Soren thrusts twice more in quick succession, hitting me so deep I see stars once again. And then, with a quiet resolve I’ve come to expect, he shudders through his orgasm, coming inside me while I shake from the aftershocks of my own release.

“Fuck, yes,” he finally says, nestling his face into the crook of my neck, his beard tickling as his breath ghosts against my ear.

I stroke his hair dreamily, relaxed in my post-coital afterglow, as Soren remains unmoving inside of me, still semi-hard, his chest rising and falling in slow beats against my breasts.

After a bit, I nudge him with my knee. “Did you fall asleep?”

He bucks his hips and I giggle. But then he pulls out and rolls to the side, leaving a chill across my too hot skin. My body feels strangely bereft. I push that feeling away as I watch him leave the bed and walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind him without a word.

Is that strange? Am I overthinking things, creating a negative story in my head because he didn’t behave the way I expected after sex?

Vulnerability and indecision wash over me. I reach for the edge of the sheet and pull it over my breasts, tucking it under my chin, a drag of my finger to my eyebrow where I can scroll through my nerves.

When I hear the shower running, tears sting my eyes. I’m not sure why I’m getting so worked up about this. It’s sex, nothing more. We scratched an itch and made each other come. Big deal. No declarations of love or status changes involved.