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in the meantime?”
    He grabbed the beer out of her hand, took several long pulls and put it on the nightstand. “I’m ready to fuck you now.”
    Without another word she put three condoms on the nightstand next to his beer. “Let’s go.”
    Reaching out, he took her wrist and pulled her down to the bed with him. “Open those thighs, Dahlia.” He slid a fingertip along her labia, grinning. “Still wet, I see. Good.”
    One-handed, he rolled a condom on and pushed her knees up and apart, holding her wide open for him. She reached around and guided the blunt head of him true just as he thrust into her body with one long, hard movement.
    Her eyes widened as a gasp tore from her lips and then closed momentarily as she sighed softly.
    He held her open to him, with his grip on her legs. The weight of his body spread and positioned her just the way he wanted her, her skin soft and warm under his palms, her breasts swaying with each press he made deep into her pussy. The clasp and clutch of her body welcomed him with each roll of her hips.
    Her hair spread about her head, eyes looking up into his face, lips parted just so, glossy and still swollen from sucking his cock—so fucking beautiful and desirable his chest hurt just looking at her.
    â€œArms above your head, grab the headboard.” Smiling, he took in her reaction as she did it. Her breasts hitched up, her back arched and her eyelids dropped to half-mast. Ah, she liked being dominated. Good, he liked dominating her.
    The room was quiet but for the wet sounds of cock meeting pussy and her soft sighs and whimpers. Oranges and purples colored the walls and her skin as the sun began to set.
    Each piston of his hips sent his cock deeper into her body, building, building his orgasm from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
    Her bottom lip caught between her teeth and a pretty flush began to pinken her skin.
    â€œDahlia, make yourself come. I want to feel your pussy come around my cock.”
    * * *
    Oh, how she loved a man who knew what he was about in the bedroom! Even more, a confident, dirty-talking man with an edge of dominance. Yum.
    â€œCan I move my hand?”
    Leaning down, he nipped her bottom lip. “Yes.”
    Bringing her hand to her lips, she wet her fingers and he groaned. The deep sound echoed through her body. Her hand slid, slowly, down her body to her pussy. Knowing he was watching her thrilled her right to her toes.
    Her clit was a hard knot beneath her fingers. Reaching down to where they were joined, she brought more lube upward, slowly circling it, a soft sigh coming from her lips.
    â€œDoes that feel good, Dahlia?”
    His gaze didn’t give her any room to deny or ignore the question.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œIt does indeed. Your pussy is hot and greedy, Dahlia. Every time I pull out, it grabs me and sucks me back in. It feels so good. Tastes good, too, soft and wet. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
    Words failed so she just nodded enthusiastically. Hell, yes, she wanted that, too.
    A razor-thin space held her back from climax. It threatened just behind a wall of time, and, with a moan of pleasure, it burst through her, blinding her to anything but the two of them—his hands holding her open to his thrusts, her fingers playing against her clit, the smell of sex hanging in the air and the weight of his body over her own. Coming always felt so immense when a cock filled her pussy, made her feel just slightly out of control. And as a woman who put a high premium on control, such moments meant all the more.
    â€œDamn, that feels good,” he whispered just as she felt the first jerk of his cock, climax bowing his back as he made one last, deep press into her pussy and held himself there for long moments.
    Watching him above her, a slow bead of sweat rolled down his neck. Utterly unable to resist, she leaned up and licked from shoulder to earlobe, tasting the salt of his