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up toward his nipples, where her fingernails scratched lightly. He shivered again and yanked off his shirt before turning to her breasts, covered by a sports bra. He wanted to rip the bra from her, but once again his Nan’s lessons on consent were echoing around in his desire-fueled brain.
    “Is this okay?” he asked. “Do you want to…” It wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t merely sex, either. It wasn’t mating, which sounded so clinical and animal. The closest thing he could think of was “making love,” but it felt like so much more than that.
    “I want all of me to be with all of you,” she said.
    Exactly. “All of me, all of you,” he echoed.
    She lifted her sports bra over her chest, revealing her small, beautiful breasts. He nuzzled into them immediately, kissing and licking, tweaking her nipples with his fingers and eliciting moans from her.
    “You are so beautiful,” he murmured.
    She threaded her fingers in his hair, drawing his head closer to her chest. He fumbled with her jeans, cursing the stubborn buttons, until she pulled his hands away and shucked off the jeans on her own.
    “Beautiful, beautiful,” he kept repeating. He knelt on the blanket and slid his hands up and down her legs, kissing trails over her knees and thighs. He pressed a single kiss to her panty-clad pussy.
    She moaned and her legs shook. He kept them in place with a hand wrapped around each knee, pressing more open-mouthed kisses against her mound. “Gabriel,” she whispered. “Gabriel.”
    He slid one hand up the back of her leg, teasing her inner thigh with his fingertips. He hooked his fingers under the bottoms of her panties and tugged them down, revealing her sex. He wanted to press his mouth against her immediately, taste her, revel in the delicious scent of her, but instead he paused. Looked up. Met her beautiful brown eyes, which smoldered down at him. A soft smile was on her lips, and her hair had come out of its ponytail and framed her face. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was.
    Watching her reaction, he pressed his lips to her pussy and slid his tongue along her seam. Her eyes started to close, but she held them open. His name was a prayer on her breath as he lapped at her.
    Her legs tensed where he gripped them, and he moved one hand so he could slide two fingers into her wetness. He held her in place until she moaned and writhed, bucking as the orgasm shook her. “Gabriel! Yes!”
    He left his fingers in her, moving them in and out while she squeezed against him.
    “I want more,” she said. “I want your cock, Gabriel. All of me, all of you.”
    He nodded. He took a condom from the wallet in his back pocket. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    After pressing another long kiss against her pussy, he removed his fingers so he could pull off his pants and don the condom. Miranda was already lying down, touching his thighs, his waist, his arms, anything she could reach with one hand, while rubbing her other hand against one of her nipples. It was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever seen.
    He lay down on top of her, nudging her legs apart, then pushing himself inside. She squeezed him so hard he could’ve come right then, so he froze, careful, waiting for the bliss to retreat. He wanted this to last. Claiming her for the first time, his Miranda.
    Holding still inside of her, he touched her face, whispered her name, planted a kiss on her forehead, on her nose. “Mine,” he murmured. “Mine.”
    She wriggled beneath him, nearly causing him to lose it again, but he was in control now, and he stroked into her once, twice. She cried out again, pushing and pulling at him. She lifted one of her legs up, and he hooked it over his shoulder. It created enough room for him to reach between them and rub at her clit.
    This time when she came, she rippled around him, and his balls clenched and he pumped hard and fast, emptying himself and everything he’d once been, becoming wholly new and pure in her