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“How was that?” I ask, and I feel her smile against my collarbone.
“Good. Really good.”
I grunt in satisfaction and scratch the blunt tips of my fingernails along her spine because she sighs contentedly. Eventually, she wiggles, as if attempting to burrow into me, but it only slots her more fully over my cock. The seam of her pussy teases along the length, and I suck in a breath. “Mills, I don’t have a condom, and you moving like that…”
The little minx takes that as an invitation, and she leans back, her hands on my shoulders. “We could do this, though.” The quiet suggestion might be harmless if not for the way she slides up and back, the head of my dick peeking out from between her flesh with every roll of her hips. “I like it.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.” I wrap my hand around the back of her head, towing her to me, ravishing her mouth like the feral animal I am, sucking at her chin, dragging my tongue over her throat, pressing my hands into the curve of her lower back to bring her breasts closer to my mouth.
I try—not very well—to tame myself, but she cries out when I lave her nipple, and I immediately break away. “Too hard?”
“No.” She tangles her fingers into my hair. “Just surprised me.”
I hold her gaze. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”
She nods and then presses my head back to her breast. Now that she knows it’s coming, she relaxes, and I suck on the peak, drawing on it with my lips and teeth then give the other one the same attention while molding them with my hands. I go back and forth, alternating pinching and sucking with my mouth and fingers until she’s writhing over me.
“Austin.” Her breath’s hot against my ear. “Please. I need you inside me.”
I tip my head back, her pleading making my own need skyrocket. She’s hot and wet and all-fucking-consuming, and it’s still not enough. “We can’t. I don’t have—”
“Just the tip.” Her eyes are full of innocence, her body a sin.
“Millie.”
“Austin.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You’re gonna have another science experiment gone wrong.”
“Please. Only for a second,” she whines, undulating over me, the head of my cock barely dipping into her entrance, but it’s enough to know I’ll fucking explode.
“I can’t do only a second.” I feel like I’m squeezing the life out of her, holding her tight enough to keep myself in check, but she shows no signs of discomfort.
Even offers me a cheeky grin. “Three seconds?”
“This isn’t a negotiation.”
“You’re right. A minute.”
I clench my jaw. “I’m fucking serious, Millie. I can’t… I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself once I’m inside you.”
“Yes, you will. You’d never do anything to hurt me.” She says it so easily, my chest aches. The trust and conviction in her words slice me to ribbons, only to put me back together.
No, I would never hurt her, and with that thought, I curl my arm around her middle, telling her, “Hold on,” and then flip us so she’s underneath me. “I’m going to pull out, okay?”
She nods, legs bent and bracketing my sides like our bodies are puzzle pieces, built to fit together. “Okay.”
With one hand on the mattress, I grip my erection, already glistening wet from her treatment and carefully slide it inside her. She stares unblinking at me. Those molten amber eyes of hers lure me into her orbit, an embrace I never want to let go of.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I grate out, but she merely shakes her head.
