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lips move agonizingly slow around me. Suddenly he latches onto my clit and sucks, causing me to arch beneath him. A sensation builds within me that I’ve never felt before. It’s overwhelming, and I feel as if I’m going to break, to explode.

“Jake,” I gasp. I feel his hands tighten on my hips, holding me to the bed. “Keep going,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

Moving his mouth away, he places his hand over me and slides his fingers within me. I gasp with pleasure. The feeling in my stomach grows into what I know is an orgasm waiting to crash through me. I’ve never felt this way with a man, only when I’m alone. Never like this.

“Keep going,” I say, glancing down at him and watching his eyes as he stares at me. Sure to my demands, he continues. I slide my hands down and grasp his hair in a fist, as he begins tracing his tongue in a circle and then, up and down me again. “I want you,” I cry out as my orgasm peaks. “Please,” I beg.

Pulling his fingers out he licks them clean before lifting my hips and sliding into me in a long smooth stroke that has me crying out in surprise.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, as he fills me. I stare at him. Eyes wide as I finally peak and an orgasm crashes through me. This isn’t my first time, not even close, but it’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way. I thought that I had orgasms before, but apparently, I was wrong.

“Are you okay?” he asks, as I lay weak beneath him.

“Yes,” I say.

“You’re not finished already, are you?” he asks.

“I can keep going,” I murmur.

“Good,” he growls, “because I’m not anywhere close.” Grasping my hips tightly, he thrusts his body into mine. I gasp, watching his six-pack tense above me with each stroke.

I slide my hands down to my hips, grabbing his hands and urging him forward, closer to me. Lowering my hips, he places both arms beside me. Our bodies close, he moves against me. Those dark eyes I expected to be closed in pleasure are locked on my face, watching my every expression and enjoying every gasp of pleasure as he grinds his hips into mine.

“Jake,” I whisper, sliding my fingers gently up and down his shoulders. I watch his eyes roll back in pleasure. “God Jake.”

“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” he growls before moving his hand to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, and tilting my head back. As he feasts on my throat, I arch beneath him. My breath catches in my throat as his teeth tease, up and down from my collarbone to my ear. He’s moving in slow, even strokes now, building me up again as I shudder with pleasure.

“Harder,” I murmur into the air, reaching my hands to his hips and urging him on. “Faster,” I gasp.

His body responds accordingly, picking up the pace. As the sound of skin slapping together fills the air, the sensation building within me pushes me to the edge. I feel like I’m going crazy beneath him. “Jake,” I moan, my nails biting into his skin. In a final stroke, he presses himself hard against me and groans. The air leaves my body as he crushes me beneath him, down into the mattress, and we lay tangled atop the sheets.

Chapter Twelve

Diana

Lying in his arms, I run my fingers up and down his back.

“Wow,” I whisper. “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Really?” he asks, rising on his elbow and looking down at me.

“Truly. I’ve never had that before.”

“Diana, you have a child who’s 18.”

“Oh, yes. Well, duh. I mean, I’ve had sex before. And I thought that I’d orgasmed, but that was something else entirely...” I trail off, feeling a little self-conscious.

“You’re telling me you’re in your thirties and you’ve never orgasm?” he asks with a frown.

“That’s what I’m telling you,” I nod. I can feel my face getting hot as I blush.

“I don’t know how to process that information.” He rolls off of me and lies on his side, running his fingers through my tousled hair. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was never with anyone who’s as good as you,” I wink.

“Yeah, I find that hard to believe,” he replies, standing and tugging the sheets down, encouraging me to crawl underneath. “Sounds like your ex-husband was a real piece of work.”

“Oh, he