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She hadn’t been lying when she said she was ready.

The air rushed from her lungs and her body stretched around him, accepting him. Squeezing him to the point he worried he might just lose his shit within seconds flat.

He needed to silently sing his ABCs or something so he didn’t disappoint her with a minute-man routine.

Christ, he swore exhaustion was making him hallucinate.

Instead of taking a trip back to childhood, he pressed their foreheads together and slowly began to move. His eyes locked with hers as he glided in and out of her with each tilt of his hips.

After a few minutes, he dug his knees deeper and picked up the pace. Releasing her wrists, he gripped both sides of her face and took her mouth as hard as he pounded her pussy. Each thrust drove the air from both their lungs. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping and the headboard knocking against the wall.

“Goddamn, you always make me so fucking hard,” he groaned against her lips.

So much more than only her body attracted him. It was her brain and how she thought, the way she handled life, how she stood up for herself and the other women within her circle.

When she saw a problem, she didn’t hesitate to tackle it.

She groaned when his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers twisted the other. His lips worked her flesh, his tongue traced the edge of her areola, his teeth nipped at the tip.

Her spine arching pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. With a moan against her soft flesh, he switched breasts.

Every time he sucked her nipple hard, every time he tweaked it, her pussy pulsated around his cock.

He swore she was made for him.

While he hadn’t been looking for his perfect partner, he might have found her.

Again, he had no idea what to do with that revelation. Or if he even wanted to reveal it.

Vi did not need him. At least not in her personal life.

Not to protect her or to take care of her. She was quite capable of doing that on her own.

He had no idea how long this would last between them, so he wanted to take advantage of every minute they shared together outside of work.

“Vi…get on top and ride my cock. I want to watch you.”

She shuddered and clenched around him even tighter. Damn, that might have just backfired on him.

He paused long enough so the urge to come didn’t take over. As soon as he gathered his wits, he disengaged, rolling to her side and pulling himself higher up the bed.

While the woman enjoyed taking control—evidenced by the heated look in her eyes—she also didn’t mind handing it over to him in bed. Luckily, neither wanted to be dominated by the other during sex. The control flowed easily from one to the other.

Their give and take worked.

She straddled his thighs and hovered over him while he held his cock in place for her. Staring directly into his eyes, she lowered her weight, taking him slowly. A satisfied sigh slipped free before she closed her eyes and circled her hips until she encased him completely.

Bracing her hands on his chest, she lifted her hips enough to bring the head of his cock almost to the entrance of her pussy before sliding back down his length.

She started off moving leisurely, circling her hips, grinding her clit into him, and smashing her soft pussy lips into his tight as fuck balls. Obviously, she was taking her time and enjoying the ride.

No surprise since so was he.

But when she suddenly dropped all her weight on him, he grunted and grabbed her hips, digging into the flesh, to keep her from drilling him into the bed.

His hips surged up as she dropped to meet him. The longer it went, the more frantic their movements became. Until she started to rock against him, grinding her clit and building momentum.

His eyes automatically slid shut as she rode the fuck out of him, but he forced them back open since the point of her being on top was so he could watch her.