He’s gentle and attentive as he lowers me to his bed, his lips still locked on mine, tongue seeking, roving against mine slowly, sensually. All thoughts of my later plans drift away, and I just let myself be in this situation, knowing it will be the last.

I groan with pleasure when his huge hand starts at my knee and glides slowly up my thigh. I wrap that leg around his body, opening myself up to him, and I can’t think of anything better than the heat of him at my core through his boxer briefs.

As if he feels the same way, he rolls his hips, pressing harder into me before backing off just an inch or so. My body, desperate for his, arches to regain that connection.

He doesn’t smile against my mouth or make a joke about how needy I always am for him. There’s no place for humor between the two of us right now.

That hand trailing up my leg pushes the t-shirt he put on me last night over my head, and once again he’s careful not to let it get tangled over my cast. Once the fabric is free, he presses a palm to my arms, indicating that he wants me to keep both above my head. I obey, because the man has never steered me wrong in bed, and watch as his mouth lowers to my skin.

Hot breath and a warm mouth coat my chest, the tips of my breasts aching for him. It seems like an eternity before he finally gives me what my body is demanding, and honestly, it’s perfect timing. My fingers twitch to touch him, to guide him, but the man’s mouth is just as skilled as every other part of his body.

I’m a ball of tension within minutes, his mouth making it down my body, tongue licking at my navel before venturing lower.

I spread for him, needy and demanding when his lips find my clit, and we moan in unison at that first touch.

I’ve learned that he loves giving as much as I love receiving, and he knows all of me is on offer. He never hesitates to take. This morning is no different.

It seems like seconds before I’m teetering on the edge of that cliff, and with just one gentle swipe of his finger over my entrance, I fall apart, back arching, eyes going blurry. It’s absolute bliss, and the man doesn’t stop until I’m up on the edge again, looking down and preparing to take another leap.

But he doesn’t push me over. He backs away, using one hand to shove his boxer briefs down his legs while he keeps his full weight off of me with his other arm.

He doesn’t reach for a condom as he lines himself up, and I don’t argue.

I’ve wanted him this way for a while but was unwilling to take that final step with him. I don’t stop him because I don’t want to walk away from him, wondering what it was like, what he feels like bare.

The first slide of his cock into me makes my mouth unhinge on a soundless moan. It’s perfect, somehow better than I ever imagined it could be, and if life were perfect, I’d never leave this bed. I’d beg this man to fill me just like this every day for the rest of my days.

Life isn’t perfect, and despite how he makes me feel, I know life will never be perfect for me. The very least I can do is protect my kids.

“Finn,” I groan when he rolls his hips, his cock screwing into me.

He’s deep and thick, overwhelming my nerve endings in the best possible way.

He doesn’t say a word as he looks down at me, his cock driving in over and over on the slow rolls of his hips. He watches me, his fingers tangling in my hair, mouth slightly parted, breaths uneven from pleasure rather than exertion.

“Baby.” He whispers the very first word he’s spoken since our shower last night, and that’s all it takes to make me fly.

He stills inside of me, body locked as I orgasm, and he does this often. He told me once that the grip of me around him is enough to set him off, and that’s what happens. As I come down, his cock jerks inside of me, and this time is different from all the others because I feel the heated flood of him. It’s intimate and perfect. He kisses me, his mouth slowly taking command of mine, and I offer it all to him, reluctant to let him go when he pulls back and falls to the bed on a gasp.

He doesn’t waste a second, pulling me to his chest, cradling my hurt arm as I get settled. Warm fingers tease up and down my spine, reigniting the goosebumps that are always so familiar with him. The man lights my body on fire and makes my heart ache. I know I’ll never find this again. He’s one of a kind, made just for me, and it’s going to kill me to walk away.

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