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He did, and our gazes collided.

Carefully, I pulled my fingers free. “Line yourself up.”

Reaching behind him, he grasped my cock. I held his waist to help steady him as he lifted up and notched my cockhead against his hole.

“Now sink down. Nice and slow. Don’t rush. I want to see it.”

He swallowed, something I couldn’t quite read flashing in his eyes.

The most incredible tightness enveloped my cock as I breached him.

He held there for a moment, our eyes locked, then he slowly sank down until he was sitting on my hips.

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned and gripped him tighter. “You feel so good.”

“You too.” He leaned back, pushing me even deeper. “So damn good.”

“You want more?”

“Yeah.”

“Take it.”

His eyes widened.

I held still under him.

A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. He slowly pulled about halfway off me, then sank back down.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Fuck yourself. Take what you need from me.”

He planted his hands on my chest and found a rhythm, moving over me in a slow, deliberate pace.

“More,” he whispered, his thighs shaking from the exertion.

“Take it. Go faster.”

He did, a blissful smile on his lips.

“God, you’re beautiful.” I ran my hands over every part of him I could reach.

I kept my touch light and fast, interspersing strokes on his back or thighs or stomach with ones on his cock. I wasn’t ready for it to be over. Not yet.

“River,” he panted, moving faster. “I can’t.”

“You ready to get fucked?” I asked, fighting every instinct that was telling me to toss him on his back and fuck him into the mattress.

Jesus. This had never happened before. I’d never been this close to losing control.

“Yeah. Need it.”

Gently, I pushed him back so he was sitting over me. Circling my hands around his waist, I lifted him until only my cockhead held him open.

He clenched around me.

That snapped the last of my control, and I drove up into him, digging my feet into the bed for leverage.

“Holy fuck!”