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He reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, then laid his palms flat against my back and slid them oh so slowly around to my sides, my skin heating with anticipation under his touch. My nipples beaded tightly before the heels of his hands even brushed the sides of my breasts. Achingly slowly, he shifted farther, hands splaying to cup my breasts under the material, one squeeze, then another, before he briefly broke contact to allow the bra to fall to the floor.

The pads of his thumbs were deliciously rough as he brushed them over the sensitive peaks of my nipples, and I couldn’t help another little moan escaping.

He crushed his mouth to mine. “I love it when you make that noise.”

The coil of need between my legs squeezed tighter.

He slid his hands down my sides to my hips, kneading over my hip bones, then catching the black lace of my underwear over the top of his hands to push them past my hips, down my legs, to the floor.

“Back it up,” he said roughly, stepping into me to ease me onto the edge of the bed. I stared at him as I followed his commands, our eyes joined by an invisible thread of desire.

He got to one knee, then the other, his torso bare but his jeans still on, a wildly erotic contrast to my totally naked body. He slid a hand around to grasp my hair and tug my head up like he had on the sofa, bestowing shiver-​inducing open-​mouthed kisses on my neck.

Then he shifted his mouth down onto my breast to suck a nipple into his mouth, and I gasped, molten heat pulsing into my core as I lifted my legs up and around his waist. I pressed my bare sex into the hard muscles of his abdomen in an attempt to ease the near-​painful ache. He groaned, which made the need worse, then he shifted his open mouth across my chest to take the other nipple into his hot mouth. I ground my hips hard against him. “Kerr,” I said, my voice reedy with need.

He broke off, meeting my eyes. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, and I could have climaxed then and there.

With an easy smile, he took hold of my forearms and gave a gentle push backward, sending me onto my back, my arms falling above my head. He grasped my knees and lifted them effortlessly over his shoulders, like they weighed nothing, settling himself between my thighs.

I felt his hot breath between my legs, then the wet, slick heat of his mouth, and a bolt of electricity arced up my spine, bucking my hips and making me drive myself harder onto his mouth.

“Mm,” he said in response, licking, sucking, swirling, until stars began to form in my vision and louder and louder moans left my mouth, which would probably traumatize poor Izzy downstairs and have the neighbors calling for an exorcist.

I ground my hips, desperate for more. And he knew because he gave it to me, sliding in a finger and thrusting with exactly the right tempo, while concentrating his mouth just above his fingers where the sensitive nerve endings converged. He flicked his tongue relentlessly, sending scorching pulses of white heat up my spine.

“More,” I breathed. He added another finger, stretching me with a delicious tension and curling the tips of his fingers so that they grazed back and forth over a sensitive spot that fed right into the climax rising inside me. He pushed me higher and higher, until I began to writhe beneath his touch and begged him not to stop.

“It’s okay, Nisa,” he murmured between licks, his fingers not missing a beat. “I’m here. I’m not going to stop.”

He single-​mindedly kept up his incessant rhythm, the swipe of his tongue in perfect harmony with the push of his fingers inside me. It was like he was the conductor of the orchestra of my pleasure, commanding the different sections of my body to play the sweetest melody in harmony.

Just when I thought I was going to be driven mad by it, a final devastating bolt of pleasure shot up my spine and exploded the rising swell of white heat, and I cried his name as it crested, wave after wave of tight pulsation fluttering in my belly and squeezing his fingers, each ripple drawing a wanton moan until I collapsed under him, boneless.

Finally, the sensations slowed, and I sensed him crawling up my body and holding his weight on his arms, planted on either side of my head. The friction of his jeans dragging against my sensitive skin felt good, but I ached to feel his skin on mine.

I opened my eyes, taking in the dark, possessive look on his face with a flutter in my chest. “Take off the rest,” I told him, gesturing to the lower half of his body.

Wordlessly, he shifted back onto his feet, keeping his eyes on mine as I lifted myself onto my elbows to watch him.

He unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down over his hips to hit the floor. Then he paused, hands inside the band of his black boxer briefs, eyes still on mine, before he shoved them over his hips and down, my eyes dropping to the hard length of him.

I didn’t quite manage to drag my eyes up in time before he noticed me looking, a smile tugging at his mouth as he crawled back over me. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” I said shamelessly as his mouth found mine, kissing me thoroughly and sweeping his tongue along the seam of my lips, demanding that I open for him. And I did.

“Condoms?” he asked, and I pointed to the top drawer of my bedside table. He reached over and pulled out the box, lifting out a packet and rising onto his knees astride me as he tore it open with his teeth, keeping his eyes on me as he worked the sheath on.

He nudged my knees apart to find his place between them, coming back down to me. He paused to brush the mass of heat-​frizzed curls from my face. “Are you sure?”

I mean, the answer was pretty obvious from my position, my legs already round his waist and tightening to bring him right against my entrance, but the fact that he checked made me impossibly hotter for him. “Enthusiastically, yes.”

He let out a chuckle, his chest rumbling against mine, but it was cut short by a groan as he made the first push inside me. “Jesus, you feel good.”

I dug my fingers into his muscular back, feeling the ripple of effort under my fingertips as he thrust again, and again and again, each stretch making me need more, until he was fully inside me, and then he paused, both of us breathing heavily.

He seemed to gather himself for a beat before recommencing his movements, me coming up to meet him, the need to drive him deeper taking over.

He lifted a hand to take one of mine from his back, threading our fingers together and pressing my hand into the pillow next to my head. Still, I came up to meet him, matching every thrust. His other arm was planted on his forearm at the side of my head, and he lifted it to catch my face in his hand, his elbow grazing my nipple each time he pushed into me.