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“Don’t stop. God. Yes.”

I can’t answer, but I also can’t stop. I don’t want to. I’m desperate to see her come apart again. To feel her orgasm as it hits.

With hurried strokes, I lick and kiss her throbbing clit, pumping my fingers until she’s practically convulsing, her cries morphing into passionate screams.

She shakes and jolts, unable to control her movements as her muscles constrict and she finds her release, her core pulsing as arousal coats my face.

“Oh, Beckett. Oh. My. God.”

Her body lifts and she thrashes around as I continue to thrust my fingers, only stopping when she begs me.

Lifting myself up the bed, I press a kiss to her head and stare down at her, admiring her flushed skin and just-fucked hair.

“I want more,” she rushes out, her words barely audible. “I want you. Please.”

Her begging has my blood traveling south, and I don’t waste any time getting off the bed, quickly pulling my shirt over my head, then ridding myself of my jeans and briefs.

It’s not until I’ve kicked everything off my feet that I realize we have a problem.

“I don’t have a condom.” My stomach knots, and I silently curse myself for not being prepared.

“Me either. But I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone since before Ava was born.”

Fuuck. Pre-cum pools at my tip. Why does the idea of going bare make this moment so much hotter?

“I haven’t been with anyone since before Ava was born either,” I joke, when in actuality, it’s been longer than that, and I quietly thank my hand for releasing the tension over the years.

Lily laughs, until my expression turns serious again. “I have regular medicals and they test everything. But that doesn’t mean you have to do this.”

“I want to. I want to feel you inside me. Please.”

Holy shit. My cock bounces, drawing Lily’s attention for the first time, and her eyes widen at the sight. “Actually, I’m not sure...” She trails off but I can guess what she’s thinking.

“It’ll fit.” It’ll fucking stretch her, but it will fit. Our biggest concern should be whether or not I will last. Just picturing her tight pussy sucking me in has my cock weeping for her.

“Jesus. I swear your…ah…”

“My cock?” I answer for her, wagering another guess since she struggles to say the word sex.

“Yes. I swear it just got bigger.”

“That's because I have a sexy yet innocent woman staring at it like it’s her next meal.”

“I’m doing that?” Her panicked eyes flash to mine, and I nod my head.

“That’s a good thing, Lily.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I chuckle softly before stepping closer, my eyes boring into her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.” As if to punctuate her response, she spreads her legs and bites her lip, showing me she’s ready.

I crawl onto the bed, once again settling between her legs, this time with my cock standing to attention between us. We both watch while I line up with her core, holding my breath as I press my tip to her entrance.

And goddammit. She feels good. Too fucking good.

After bracing my palm against the bed beside her head, I close my eyes and slowly push inside her, gritting my teeth as my body shudders. I knew she’d be tight—I felt it with my fingers—but paired with her warmth, this is almost too much.