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I sat her on the bed, pulling off her underwear until she was completely naked. I stepped back as she leaned back on her elbows and I scanned her body.

“Are you just going to look at me?” she asked.

“Absolutely not,” I replied. “I’m deciding where to start.”

She hissed in a breath and twisted her delicious hips as if lust was pulling her one way and she was trying to resist.

As if she was ready to be more than looked at.

Well, we’d see about that.

“Open your legs,” I commanded.

She looked at me, as if deciding whether she should comply. Slowly, she separated her knees.

“Wider,” I said. I wanted her to be bold. To realize how fucking bewitching her pussy was. Pussy ruled the fucking world. She just needed to believe it. She hitched herself back a little on the bed and stretched out her legs.

Fucking perfect.

“Are you wet?” I asked, uncuffing my shirt and rolling up my sleeves.

She bit down on her lip and gave me a small nod.

I nearly groaned. Thank fucking God because I was hard as steel. But I wasn’t about to take her word for it.

I stepped forward, standing between her legs, and dipped my fingers into her folds. Thank God she wasn’t lying. I pushed my thumb over her bulging clit, rubbing it over and over. The strain on her face, as she tried not to cry out, was magnificent. It was like we were in a tug-of-war and she didn’t want to give away how difficult it was to keep her hands on the rope.

Well, she was going to lose that battle.

I slipped two fingers inside her and she cried out at the top of her voice.

“Careful there,” I said. “I’ll have to get you a pillow to put over your mouth.” Her hands reached overhead to pull a pillow from the top of the bed. She held it over her face as she cried out again. She was so tight and so wet and so fucking loud.

I pulled my hand away from her, took the pillow, and quickly stripped off my clothes. “Fuck, Madison, with a mouth that big, I’m looking forward to what else you can do with it.”

I’d barely touched her and already sweat clung to me as if I’d been fucking her for hours. I grabbed one of the three condoms and pressed her knees apart. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have this woman. She was so turned on, so hot, so ready for me that lust was racing up my spine, urging me to claim what was right in front of me. Enough with the talking. Enough with my fingers. I needed to be inside her. I needed to fuck her.

She bent her knees as I rolled the condom over my straining cock.

“Ready?” I asked.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been ready a while.”

I wasn’t sure if lust or need had made her bold, but I liked it.

“You better behave if you want to get fucked.”

She placed her palms over her knees and pushed them further apart. “You want me to beg?” she asked.

I groaned. Her words. The slippery wetness of her pussy. The knowledge that it would be only seconds before I was going to be in her hot, slick, tight cunt. It was all perfect. She reached for my cock, pushing the tip over her clit. She writhed and sucked in a sharp breath.

Cheeky minx. Taking her pleasure just like that.

“Enough,” I snapped and pushed in. Right. To. The. Hilt.

Our moans collided, filling the room with the sonorous echoes of our relief and pleasure.

All I could think as I slid out and pounded back in, over and over, was thank fucking God.

I was grateful I’d been sitting next to her at this wedding.

Grateful she’d said yes to my proposition.

Grateful I was here with her now, feeling like there was nowhere else I was supposed to be. Feeling better than I had done in months.

Relief and gratitude. I couldn’t remember ever having that sensation when having sex with a woman. Pleasure—yes. Release—of course. But gratitude? Relief? As if I’d finally got to a destination I’d been trying to find my whole life.

She shifted her hips, and I slowed. “Don’t stop,” she said in breathy little huffs. “Don’t ever stop.”

If it was up to me, I’d exist in this room, doing exactly what I was doing, feeling exactly what I was feeling, for the rest of time. The beginnings of my orgasm rattled in the distance, warning me it was on its way. I wanted to tell it to take its time. I was happy here, fucking this beauty under me. Pushing into her slick heat. Making her moan.

She reached for me and pulled me down on her, taking a kiss and filling my lungs with the smell of summer.