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of glistening pink folds and the plump bud of her clitoris begging to be stroked. It was all the invitation he needed.
    Derek took her mouth as he slid his hand between her legs, pushing one finger up inside her. Liquid heat enveloped his finger, pulsing around him, drawing him deeper as she moaned and squirmed underneath him.
    Fuck, she was tight. And wet, soaking his fingers with her silky, slippery juice.
    But tight. So tight he knew he couldn’t take her hard and fast, not without hurting her. He pumped his thick finger inside her, flicked her clit with his thumb. Tiny muscles clenched around him, and another surge of moisture bathed his hand.
    She arched under his touch, her legs shifting, teasing his cock with inadvertent brushes of her thigh. Derek knew he wouldn’t be able to make it much longer. He slid another finger up into her, stroking, stretching, softening her for the much thicker invasion of his cock.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered. “That feels…mmm…” She bucked up against his hand, fucking his fingers as his thumb circled her clit with firmer strokes. Suddenly she convulsed, her muscles tightening like a fist around his fingers, her eyes flying open as though startled at the strength and swiftness of her own orgasm.
    “Oh, my God,” she whispered. A vein pulsed in her neck, and Derek leaned down to suck the spot. A shiver coursed through her, and he could feel her clench around his finger, still buried deep inside her. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
    “Let’s see if you can do it with me inside you,” he said. It took an act of will, but he coaxed his fingers from the slick warmth of her body, rolled onto his back, and reached blindly for the drawer of his bedside table. He vaguely remembered throwing some condoms in there a while back. A few seconds of fumbling, and his fingers closed over the foil packet.
    His hands shook as he unwrapped the packet, and he swore as he fumbled with the latex. Jesus Christ, he was so far gone he could barely get the condom on. His fingers felt like they’d tripled in thickness, big and clumsy and incapable of fitting the ring of latex around the engorged head of his cock.
    “Let me,” Alyssa said, pushing him onto his back as she knelt beside him. He leaned forward and took a nipple inhis mouth, sucking and tonguing her. She took the condom from him and smoothed it down the length of his cock, her fingers burning him, making him arch and thrust against her touch. He pulled her down to him and settled her thighs on either side of his hips, realizing vaguely that he had less of a chance of hurting her if she was the one to control his penetration.
    But she rolled off him, onto her back, pulling him down over her. “I want you on top,” she whispered.
    “You’re small,” he protested. “I’m way too heavy—”
    “I want to feel your weight over me,” she said, pulling his hips to hers as she bent her knees and parted her legs. Gripping his cock in one small hand, she guided him to her, slicking the plump head up and down, around her clit, drenching him with liquid fire.
    “Put me in,” he demanded, needing to be inside her before he went off like a rocket.
    Still holding him, she fit him against the entrance to her sex, taking a sharp inhale as he squeezed inside. “God, you’re big.”
    “And you’re so fucking tight.” He drove slowly forward, sliding in another inch. Jesus, not even two inches in her, and his orgasm was already looming, tingling in his balls, urging him to drive home and pound away.
    He paused, took several deep breaths, reaching for the ironclad control that had disappeared at the first touch from this confounding woman. He pushed forward, pausing again when he saw her lips tighten.
    “I’m hurting you,” he panted.
    She tossed her head against the pillow. “No. I mean, it’s okay. It’s just been a long time.”
    “How long?” He panted out the question before he could stop himself. There was no