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not going to back off until you give in because I believe you want it, too. Tell me I’m wrong.”
    “I can’t tell you that.”
    Elliot’s hand slid beneath her blouse, and he pushed her bra up, exposing one nipple. She gasped, arching into his touch as his palm engulfed her breast. A thumb brushed across her nipple, and the tiny peak tightened even more. He strummed her like an instrument, and she moaned, clutching at his shirt.
    “You’re driving me crazy, Charmaine,” he whispered. “I want to make love to you.”
    “I’m not stopping you.” She had gone past crazy herself, past the ability to tell him to stop. She wanted it more than anything right now, and all she could think about was the fulfillment of coming with him on top of her, any which way they could work it out.
    Elliot grasped the bottom of her T-shirt in both hands. He paused. “Yes?”
    “Yes,” she almost pleaded. He pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it away. When he leaned toward her, she laid back. He captured her lips in another kiss that sent tingles down to her core.
    Charmaine helped him out by pinching open her jeans and lowering the zipper. He wrenched his down, and she swallowed to wet a suddenly dry throat. The swollen shaft behind his boxers was killing her.
    Elliot wasn’t a little man by any means from the look of it, but she was determined to find out for herself. She jerked his boxers down, and his dick popped free to stretch toward her. Her hands refused to let such a gift go without a stroke.
    “Charmaine, baby, you’re going to make me come rubbing it like that.”
    She let his full length slide between her palms. “I thought that was the idea.”
    He dragged her hands off him and pushed her flat on the floor. When he leaned over her, and she felt his hard-on against her thigh, she cried out his name. She was good and wet, and she jammed her pants and panties down her legs.
    Elliot leaned up enough to let her get free, but he came down heavy, and his shaft touched her opening. She lost the ability to think straight and raised her knees. Elliot sank into her wetness, and the two of them almost howled in ecstasy. Because it had been so long, her sex hurt, but the pleasure was so unbelievable, the ache meant nothing.
    Charmaine raised her hips off the floor to take more of him. He sank to the hilt, pumped in and out a few times, and pulled back.
    “No, Elliot, please,” she begged and scratched his skin.
    “Honey, I’m having a hard time,” he panted. “You’re so tight.”
    Just having him talk that way sent her lust higher. She tangled her fingers in his hair and drew his head down to her. Their tongues curled together, and their lips locked. Charmaine didn’t come up for air for as long as she could. She arched into him to drive his dick into her heat. He pulled back to withdraw, only to pound in again.
    Their bodies worked together in a smooth and sexy cadence. Charmaine wrapped her legs around Elliot’s waist and rocked with him. He braced one hand on the floor to keep all of his weight from coming down on her, but he gave her just enough to feel deliciously trapped.
    When he sat up, she reached for him, moaning. “Where are you going?”
    “Here.” He lifted her legs high so her butt rose off the floor. Then he began pounding her hard and fast, controlled movements that stole her breath but didn’t hurt. The sensations were overwhelming. She grasped at the coffee table, pushed at his chest, and begged him not to stop. Elliot leaned forward just enough so his pelvis teased her bud every time he thrust inside her. She lost it and screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cry. When her orgasm eased, he moved his hand, amusement in his expression. “Good, baby?”
    She gazed at him drunkenly. Elliot slowed his invasion of her body and then sped up again. The next thing she knew she felt it, his hot seed filling her as he grunted through his release. Exhausted and satisfied for the