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I lean forward to peck her on the lips. She drapes her arm around my neck, holding me to her, and her free hand works on my pants.

Silly of me to think I could slow her down. But I will.

I pop open my fly and pull my cock out. I brush my pierced head through her wetness, and she moans. I know this is what she wants, and I want to sink in as far as I can. But I need to taste her first.

“Enzo,” she complains in her accumulated sexual frustration when I settle between her thick thighs.

I don’t say anything. My lips and tongue are busy on her inner thighs. Even her thighs are wet from pressing together. I bury my face between them, flicking my tongue over her clit. Her back arches each time my tongue flicks across it, and I already know she’s going to give me hell later for making her wait for my cock tonight.

She always tastes sweet with a little salt. I haven’t spent enough time enjoying this part before either because it was always a race to the finish line. We both were. If this is going to last past the summer, we need to learn how to enjoy the love between us, so it doesn’t fizzle as quickly as it started.

Keeping my tongue on her clit, I look up at her body. I love how unmarked she is in contrast to how covered I made myself. Aside from her tattoo. I like that about her, though. I stretch my arm up to squeeze her boob, noticing how my tattooed sleeve looks against her blank canvas.

She’s pure otherwise. Reminding me of the rare occurrences I’ve seen snow fall in Napa over the thirty-two years I’ve lived here. She’s a rarity, too. I can’t name it—just how she shines after my storms.

What’d she call me once? A fucking Cat-five hurricane?

It was charged when she said it, and she doesn’t deserve to see that side of me again.

When I know she’s fully warmed up, I sit up and crawl over her, pausing when my face is inches above hers. She instantly pulls me to her, and I shift my weight onto one arm and use the other to line myself up with her. I press my hips gently, and she tips her head backward as I stretch her. I press my lips to the side of her neck while she acclimates and moans when I reach the hilt.

“Just like that?” I whisper against her skin.

“Just like,” she moans.

I hold still, feeling every sensation of being completely inside her. I hope she’s enjoying the stillness. The ladder under my shaft should stimulate her in all the right places, especially if I go at a slow pace when I do start thrusting.

“You like it too rough,” I murmur.

“I do,” she pants. Her eyes are squeezed shut, trusting me completely with her body. “I missed this.”

I kiss the side of her mouth. “Me, too.” She squeezes her muscles, and I know she’s urging me to move. Give her friction. And I will.

But damn it, I want the connection. I sit back, pulling out of her. I stretch my legs out on either side of her as Tilly lifts her head off the pillow.

“What?” she softly asks.

“Come here,” I say, curling my finger to invite her closer. She maneuvers herself and kneels in my lap, hovering above my cock. “Sit on it.”

A wicked smile crosses her face. “Gladly,” Tilly replies. She pulls her bunched off shirt off, causing her hair to fall in a mess around her. She draws her arms around my neck and lines herself up. She stays face-to-face with me as she sinks down on me.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so tight.”

She smiles against my lips and whispers, “Don’t come yet.”

I twist her hair around my fingers and give it a gentle tug. A little edge to balance the calm of this evening. She leans back, planting her palms behind her on the bed, which makes her perky tits stick out like a tease. But I don’t reach for them. I grab her hips and shift her almost off my cock just to ram her back all the way down. She cries out, but I know she loves this.

I do it again. And again.

“I want you on top,” she breathlessly orders.

“Fine. All fours. Ass up. Shoulders down.”

She does as she’s told because she wants to get fucked hard, and I want her to still feel this tomorrow when she goes home. Feel me leaking out of her in the morning when she wakes up in my bed. Just little reminders of who the fuck I am to her. I press my hips against hers, and Tilly lets out a sharp gasp when I’m back in her. This position draws me in the deepest, so she’s truly feeling every part of me now. She shifts her hips backward. Always greedy, always wanting more from me…

Trying to take what she wants.

And I give it to her. The slow pace goes right out the window, but we paused. We savored. I need to reward her patience and my own.