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Her brows draw together.

“What?”

“I want to hear you.”

She releases her lip.

The next moan goes straight through me.

Her fingers move faster between us.

I change the angle of my hips.

Ella gasps.

“Yes. There.”

I do it again.

Her body tightens around me.

My own orgasm is building far too quickly.

“Fuck, Ella.”

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m trying not to come.”

“Why?”

The question is so genuine that I laugh.

“Because I’d like to remember more than five minutes of our first night together.”

“We can do it again.”

That nearly finishes me.

“Very confident.”

“Research requires repetition.”

I laugh again.

Then she clenches around me and the laugh becomes a groan.

Her hand moves faster.

Her eyes close.

“Tommy.”

I slide one arm beneath her and pull her closer.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes open.