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I continue this slow, maddening rhythm, until her hips are rising to meet me, her body moving in a sinuous, pleading dance of its own.

I slide my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. I circle it slowly, matching the rhythm of my hips.

For a long time, I do nothing but pleasure her. I watch as the tension drains from her body, replaced by a fresh wave of desire that is stronger than before.

I can feel her inner muscles starting to flutter, the tell-tale sign that she is getting close.

I pull back.

A soft cry of protest escapes her lips.

"Shhh," I murmur. "Not yet."

I take her breast in my hand, my thumb brushing over the nipple, as I lower my head and capture the other in my mouth. I suck gently, my tongue swirling around the tight peak.

I can feel her body responding, her back arching, her hands tangling in my hair.

I slide one finger inside her, then two. She is wetter than ever, her body welcoming me. I curl my fingers, hitting that magic spot again and again, as I continue to suck on her breast.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps. "Ricardo... please..."

"I know," I say gently. "Just a little more."

I can feel her getting closer, her inner muscles fluttering, her body tightening. I increase the pressure of my thumb, circling faster, faster, until she is right on the edge.

Then I stop.

A sob of frustration escapes her lips.

"Trust me," I say, and then I guide my cock to her entrance again.

This time, there is no hesitation. No fear.

There is only need.

I press the head inside her, just a little.

She gasps, her eyes flying open.

"Easy," I murmur, my body perfectly still. "Just breathe."

I hold her gaze as I slowly, inch by excruciating inch, press into her. I watch her face for any sign of pain, any flicker of fear, but all I see is awe.

And desire.

I push deeper, stretching her, filling her, until I am finally buried to the hilt inside her.

A long, low moan escapes my lips. She feels incredible. Hot. Wet. Tight. Like she was made for me.

I give her a moment to adjust, to get used to the feel of me inside her.

Chapter Fifteen

Julia

Ricardo is inside me.

The thought fills me the same way he does. There is pressure first. A deep stretch. A burn that makes my breath catch and my fingers dig into the blanket beneath me.