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Sliding down a little, I dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth. I know she’s awake because her fingers move into my hair, stroking it as I run my tongue around her areola. She’s warm and soft against me, and I feel her sigh of pleasure.
“Harder?” I ask softly.
“Mmm,” is her only response.
I reach out to move her fully on top of me. “Straddle me,” I say. “Then lean forward and let me feast on those gorgeous tits of yours.”
She moves lazily, like a cat stretching, eyes at half-mast as she looks down at me. Her hair is a mussed halo around her head and her face is devoid of makeup, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman. Not in bed with me anyway.
Damn, I’m a lucky man.
She uses her hands to move her breasts together, teasing me, and I reach up to cup them. Full and heavy, they fit nicely in my hands, and I rub my thumbs back and forth some more, watching her face as I do it. She likes it, no doubt about that, but I need to gauge how far I can go because I can be a little rough. My gut tells me she’ll be on board for almost anything, but we’re too new to assume that.
“If anything is ever too much, you tell me,” I say, pausing what I’m doing to make sure she’s paying attention. This is our first time having intercourse, so I want to be positive she’s on board. “I’m a big guy—I could be hurting you unintentionally.”
“Of course.” She nods. “I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”
Why does such a simple statement make me feel so good?
Because I’m crazy about her.
And what we’re about to do is going to change everything.
I lift a hand and cup one side of her face. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
She dips her head almost shyly. “N-no.”
“You’re stunning. Especially when you’re naked, your body sprawled across mine. If it were up to me, you’d never wear clothes.”
She chuckles. “That would be super inconvenient at work.”
“Not for me.”
“You might be a little biased.”
“You got a problem with that?” I ask, reaching for her breasts again.
“Not at all.” She wiggles on my groin. “You seem excited.”
“Excited doesn’t begin to describe how I feel being in bed with you.”
“Then maybe you should show me.”
Our eyes meet and for the tiniest moment, neither of us moves. Then I reach for her again, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and dragging her face down to mine. Our lips move together easily, and she opens her mouth when I slide my tongue against hers. There’s a hunger between us that I can only attribute to how long we’ve waited to actually do this. How long I imagined this very moment. I’d jerk off night after night, my body aching for hers, and now that I have it, I want to savor every second.
With her body pressed against mine, I can feel every shudder, every moan, even the goosebumps that break out on her skin. I run a hand down her back, slowly, content to touch every inch of her. It was different when I went down on her, just a little tease of what was to come, but I’m done teasing now.
This is the moment that will show her she’s mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Luna
My body came awake long before the rest of me, and now I’m straddling this gorgeous hunk of man who wants to make more than love with me. The odds are against me, but there is still a chance that we’ll conceive today. Right now. I don’t even know if I’m ovulating.
It’s a little overwhelming but for some reason, I’m not afraid.
Not with Elliott.
