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her clit to her entrance and back again. “Fuck me. You’re so wet.”

She reaches behind her back, undoing her bra and tossing it. “I can’t wait any longer. Touch me, please,” she begs.

Both hands cup her tits, my thumbs rubbing over her rosy nipples. Her breasts are fuller than I remember, and I can’t get enough of the sight of my darker hands against her fair skin. Lowering, I take a taut tip between my lips, swirling my tongue around until she’s panting. Moving over to the other side, I rake my teeth over her nipple and groan when she pulls my hair. I’m barely hanging on here. I promised myself I’d take things slow, but she’s testing every bit of my resolve. All I can think about is burying my cock inside her and never stopping. I’ve only just begun touching her and this is already so much more intense than anything I’ve experienced before. Our deep connection resonates in our every touch.

I have to remind myself to slow down. I only get one chance for our first time, and I want it to be everything she dreamed of.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Maddie

Shaw peels my panties down so slowly I think I might combust. Once I’m naked, I reach for the button on his jeans. He brushes my fingers away and jumps to his feet, shedding the remainder of his clothes with the speed of the Flash.

He settles between my legs once more, only this time he’s on his stomach. Raising both my legs over his shoulders, he shoots me a shark-like grin before swiping his tongue from front to back along my slit.

I thread my fingers through his thick curls, tugging and urging him on. He feasts on my pussy, licking and sucking until the pleasure is so intense it’s painful. My head thrashes side to side on the pillow as he drives me higher and higher. My legs trembling uncontrollably, he clutches my hips, holding me still for his tongue's vicious assault.

“Shaw,” I shudder the word as I come undone under his wicked mouth. Pleasure like I’ve never felt explodes from my center, radiating outward until I’m flushed and weak from the mind-blowing experience.

Panting, I find Shaw grinning proudly, his lips shining with the proof of my orgasm. He swipes his forearm across his mouth and climbs up, kneeling between my legs.

The tip of his thick, hard cock shines with pre-cum, tempting me. “It’s your turn now.” I start to sit up, but his palm on my chest presses me back down. His fingertips skate over my skin, between my breasts, gliding down my stomach, eliciting shivers throughout my body.

“You’re not going anywhere.” His deep, commanding husk has my toes curling. Gripping his cock in his fist, he pumps up and down twice before pressing the head to my entrance. Holding my breath, I wait for him to push inside me for the first time. He enters me in one long thrust, and the air expels from my lungs on a pleasure-filled moan.

Shaw groans, pausing. “You feel amazing.”

Drawing back, he begins to move. My thighs clench his lean hips and my legs wrap around his back. Lowering until our chests touch, he kisses me. Between his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy, I’m drowning in bliss. We couldn’t be closer, and yet it’s still not enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of Shaw.

Clutching his shoulders, my nails dig into his skin. His muscles flex under my fingertips as he shifts his weight. Seizing one of my thighs, he raises it toward my chest, grinding my clit with every deep thrust. Lost in the abundance of emotions and sensations assailing me, my eyes drift closed.

“Look at me,” he grits, and my lids snap open. “You’re mine now.”

“I always have been,” I pant. Rapture coils between my legs, winding tighter and tighter until I crack, my release bowing my back as it radiates through me.

“Fuck, yes.” Shaw clenches his teeth, the tendons in his neck standing out. He slams into me twice more, and then his thrusting becomes erratic as his orgasm rockets through him. Gripping my thighs painfully, he grunts, releasing inside me.

Falling forward, he buries his face against my neck, our chests still heaving. My arms hold him close as I savor this moment. I’ve never felt so wrung out and content in my life. My limbs are loose, and if Shaw wasn’t lying on top of me, I feel light enough to float