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The simple touch makes my breath hitch. And when she covers my lips with hers, my heart jumps.

As we kiss slowly, teasingly, I float, enveloped in her scent, in her heat, in her softness. But then, she places her hand over my dick, and a bolt of electricity arcs through me.

A low groan escapes my mouth. “Fuck.”

Eyes searching mine, she pauses. “Is this okay?”

I cuff the back of her neck and pull her to me. “More than okay.”

A seductive grin spreads over her lips as she slips her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs and grips my shaft.

A wave of need washes over me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

She jerks me, keeping her rhythm deliberately slow. In seconds, my spine tingles, my release building far too quickly.

“Isla, I want you,” I whisper against her lips.

“I want you too.” She pulls away, eyes sparkling. “I need you naked.”

She moves aside, giving me space, and as I shuck off my boxer briefs, she slips out of her panties.

“Wow.” She gapes at my erect cock and then forces her eyes to mine. “Your dick is…so big. I’ve never…” Her cheeks flush as she trails off.

Smugness rolls through me. The surprise in her tone gives my ego a boost, sending it through the roof.

I pull her to me, fusing my lips to hers. This kiss is slower, gentler, as I turn us around, putting her on her back. I lean away, admiring how devastatingly stunning she is. Her eyes shine brightly, and a pinkish hue creeps up her cheeks.

“I’m on the pill,” she tells me. “And just in case…all my tests are negative.”

“Mine…” I clear my throat, my voice failing me, my hands trembling with anticipation. “Mine too.”

I nestle between her legs and press my hand to her cheek. The warmth her skin radiates is maddening.

“Michael, please. I’m so wet already…”

Dammit. That low tone and those words make black spots dance in my vision.

I whisper, “If something doesn’t feel right, or it hurts…tell me.”

She nods.

I wrap my hand around my shaft and rub the crown of my cock over her clit. She sucks in a breath, her hand sliding to the back of my neck. Her wetness makes me lose my goddamn mind.

Slowly, I push into her.

She gasps, and my heart stops.

Instead of grimacing, though, she smiles. “Keep going.”

I pull away and then slide inside her once more, deeper this time. I do it again and again. The sensation is all-consuming. It’s almost more than I can bear.

“It feels so good…” she moans.

I push deeper, the sensation nothing like I’ve ever felt before. “Fuuuuuuck,” I groan, stilling inside her, our eyes locked. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She nods, wrapping her legs around me. “You’re perfect.”

Pressing my mouth to hers, I roll my hips, and every time I slide home, a visceral need flares to life inside me. I’ve had plenty of releases in the past, but already, this is different. Because we fit together perfectly. Because I’m with her.