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forearm.
    “Don’t you dare pull out,” she said.
    “You told me to stop.”
    With a disgusted sigh, she said, “Stop going so slow. I’m not going to break.”
    “I’m big.”
    “I noticed.”
    He felt the pulses of her pussy in response.
    “I can handle you.”
    With a low growl, he let loose the last of his restraint and thrust forward. She was right. She was wet and more than able to take all of him.
    She moaned, lifted, her pussy gripping him so tight he knew he wasn’t going to last long. And for a man who prided himself on control, that was a damn hard truth to admit to himself. But he’d held out as long as he could; his balls ached, filled with come and ready to erupt. Grace’s pussy was small and tight and with every thrust it clenched his cock in a stranglehold of sensation, her whimpers and moans increasing in intensity, demanding he give her more.
    Still, he made love to her slow and easy, kissing her while he fucked her, licking at her tongue as he rubbed the tight little bud ofher clit with the top of his dick. She was going to get off again before he let go, no matter what kind of agony it cost him.
    She whimpered again, the begging little sound driving into his brain and making his cock harden more. He pumped long, even strokes into her, stilling to feel her quiver around him, then moved again. She tore her mouth from his and panted.
    “Goddamn you, Mike, don’t do this to me.”
    He smiled, kissed his way down her jaw and along her neck, licking at the pulse point there while he gathered her ass cheeks in his hands to draw her closer, wanting her clit tight up against his body while he rocked against her. He wasn’t going to answer her—he knew what she needed.
    “Oh God, yes,” she said, her voice deep and gravely as she matched each thrust with raised hips and her nails along his back.
    He lifted his head and looked at her, wanting to watch her when she came. Surprisingly, her eyes were open, too, the purple so dark it was almost black.
    “I’m coming,” she whispered, tightening her legs around him.
    He gripped her ass and pulled harder, trying to crawl deeper inside her as she catapulted into her orgasm, her eyes widening. She screamed, her mouth wide open as she let loose the most beautiful cries he’d ever heard. He couldn’t hold back then as an orgasm ripped from his spine and carried him along with her, emptying him from the inside out with shuddering, groaning pulses that poured out in waves of pounding pleasure.
    He lifted the top half of his body off her, certain she couldn’t breathe. She’d closed her eyes and lay there, panting. When she swept her lids open and smiled at him, he felt such relief he couldn’t fathom it.
    He held her for a while, stroking her, unable to get enough of the silken feel of her skin against his hands or the unique scent ofher. He closed his eyes and breathed her in while they lay there together. She stayed quiet and seemed content to let him explore her arms, her ribcage, the soft swell of her hip and thigh. Her breathing was deep and even and he was going to enjoy savoring this while he could.
    Finally he rolled off and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the light and dragging his hand through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, pondering the change in him.
    Different. It had been different with Grace. And that’s all he wanted to think about right now. Anything else would have to wait.
    He finished up and shut the light off, then crawled back into bed, pulling her toward him so her back was against his chest. Her deep, rhythmic breathing told him she was utterly relaxed. He ran his hand along her arm, her hip, then back up her ribs to cup her breast. He traced her nipple with his thumb, smiling when it hardened.
    “Surely you couldn’t possibly have any energy left,” she said.
    “You’d be surprised.” He could fuck her all night. Being inside her had felt perfect. And it had energized him. Sex was