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her against me.

“You have too many clothes on,” Mari murmured, her tone bossy.

“We can remedy that right quick.”

Shifting, I hooked my hand on the back of my T-shirt behind my neck and tossed it aside. Mari shimmied back onto my lap, yanking my boxers down just enough for my cock to spring free. Her palm curled around it, lightly gripping at the base before sliding up. Her eyes locked to mine as she swiped the drop of pre-cum rolling out the tip with her thumb before she licked it clean.

It was a fucking miracle I could think at all. Through the haze of raw need driving me, I reached for my jeans, where I’d draped them over the edge of the sofa. I yanked out my wallet and a condom so fast that everything else in it fell across the floor.

“Hurry,” Mari demanded as she rocked her hips, her slick folds sliding over the underside of my cock.

I rolled the condom on ruthlessly fast. In another second, I was gripping Mari’s hips when she rose up. Reaching between us to position my cock at her entrance, my fingers pressed into the soft give of her flesh as I held her still. “I want to feel every inch,” I murmured.

In return, Mari let out a low cry as I slowly breached her entrance. It took every ounce of discipline I had not to slam into her, but I wanted it slow.

Her core sheathed my cock slowly in a tight, silky clench. She finally settled down over me, wiggling her hips slightly and almost pushing me over the edge, an edge which I was barely clinging to with my fingertips.

She let out a satisfied little hum. “Oh, Nash,” she murmured. “I needed this. I needed you.”

My heart tumbled in my chest. I didn’t quite know what to do with the sense of raw, pure satisfaction that gripped me at hearing her say aloud that she needed me.

Chapter 18

Mari

I needed this. I needed you.

In the shadowed light, I stared into Nash’s eyes, my words reverberating in my mind. We were joined as intimately as two people could be with my core stretched to its max and my heartbeat racing. I could barely catch my breath and felt as if I’d been tossed into the air and was free-falling.

I was awash in sensation, and I didn’t know how to get my bearings, the feelings were so intense. The only thing I could hold onto, the only touchstone in this swirling storm of sensation, piercing pleasure and need, was Nash.

I could feel the calloused surface of his palms, where they pressed against my hips. His hold both secure and steadfast. “You’ve got me. All of me,” he rasped.

My nipples, so tight they ached, grazed over the muscled planes of his chest. The dusting of his hair was yet another sensation spinning into the rest of them. The feel of him filling me was incredible; the stretch decadent and intense.

In tune with each other, we held still for a beat as I adjusted to the feel of him inside me. Nash leaned forward and pressed a hot, open kiss against my neck. Then, we began rocking into each other, a slow, sensual fuck in the darkness. It should’ve just been sex, but it felt like so much more.

My orgasm was racing upon me quickly from the friction of my swollen clit as it rubbed against the base of Nash's cock. Each deep nudge of his shaft inside of me pushed me closer and closer. The slow pull and glide was intoxicating, the friction sending pleasure spiraling in sharp streaks through me.

“Mari.”

The sound of my name in Nash’s gravelly drawl brought my eyes open. I watched him as he arched back once and filled me yet again. My orgasm shattered me. I felt as if I were flying to pieces as he held me tight. My entire body shuddered from intense waves of pleasure.

Nash cried my name again in a rough growl. His body went taut as a bow and he trembled against me. His arms wrapped around my back as I fell against his chest and frantically gasped for air.

Pleasure pinged through me and slowed to little eddies. I gradually became aware of the feel of his hands sliding through the ends of my hair.

In the aftermath, Nash carried me into bed. As I lay languid in his arms, I wondered about how easy this felt. Part of me wanted to tell myself this was nothing