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She responds to my movements with some of her own. Her hips roll, like she's adjusting to me.

Her eyebrows pull up in pleasure. "Perfectly sized, sexy secret, then."

I move a little faster. "Don't be shy, Mariana. You used to call it beautiful."

Her lungs hiccup. My breath rasps in and out of my throat. It's hard to keep focus, but if I ground myself in the deep brown of her eyes, I'll stretch this moment all night. Maybe even forever.

"What a beautiful… cock…" I lick my lips. I don't close my eyes. "Fits me so well, you used to say."

Her grin is lazy. "How often do you think about that?"

I don't respond. I pull up one of her legs up and hook it around my elbow. I groan as I go as deep as I can into her. Memories keep on flipping through my head, triggered by how good fucking her like this feels.

An afternoon when we skipped class and made love for hours, until the setting sun painted her skin in the most beautiful bronze. That one time when we were in the library and she laughed so hard we got in trouble, because shecouldn't stop. The time she came to watch me play and ran into the field after I scored, even though she wasn't meant to.

I just need to tell you how amazing you are, she said.

But now we're all about sex. We have to be.

"Tell me." I roll my hips like this. "Am I stretching you just right?"

"Faster."

I do as told. "Tell me."

Her eyes open. She studies my face. I'm not sure what I'm feeling, beyond some sort of gratitude, expansive inside me. No idea what she sees.

"Yes. God. Yes." She whines.

I roll us on the bed. "We'll be smart."

I guide her to straddle me. With hard fingers on her soft hips, I get her to rock on me.

"Now ride me until we forget everything else," I say, and she does.

Chapter 27

Mariana

I'm on the bottom again. My skin is sensitized, to the point where every touch feels a tad painful. Like electricity has lit up every nerve in my body, and now it sparks and flares up with every stroke.

My bedroom is full of sound. My moans and his. Groans and flesh against flesh. Little words that fall from our mouths.

"Dom. Dom," I pant.

I ran my hands down his back, forcing my fingers into his muscles. My body is light and heavy at the same time, and my chest heaves with the need to breathe deeper, longer, faster. I'm so wrapped up in sensation that I think… this feels… like pleasure hides something inside. Like I could cry, if I'm not careful.

I think it's awe and… a sort of homesickness…

"Come on," he bites out. "Another one."

We've both come already, and I'm not sure if he means another one for him or me, but it doesn't matter. My body chooses for me and all thoughts disappear.

I drown in the swell of sensation Dom instills in me. Everything else fades in a decadent buzz.

"I'm coming." The words break on my lips.

I'm buckling under him. My nails leave half-moons on his skin, I'm clinging to him so hard. This is absolute bliss.