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when she closed the warm wetness over the head of his cock.
    Her mouth made him think of a hot, moist den of iniquity for his pleasure-deprived senses. As she twirled her tongue and rubbed her lips against his flesh, ecstasy like he’d never known before soared forth and engulfed him. And when she closed her fingers on the base of his erection, he braced himself, moments away from shooting his load in her mouth.
    He couldn’t do that; she deserved better.
    Lars brought a hand up, to weave his fingers into her hair. With a soft tug, he pulled her away from him.
    She released him with a soft “pop,” and glanced at him with wide eyes full of questions.
    “Too close,” he groaned, before he moved onto his side to reach for the condoms in the top drawer of the bedside table.
    He made quick work of opening the foil package and sheathing himself. Then he leaned toward her, clasped the soft flesh on her waist, and pulled her forward.
    “You want me on top?” she asked.
    “I want you any way you want to take me.” She dragged in a breath. “Come.”
    She braced her palms on his chest and lowered herself onto him. Her heat, the firm, slick muscles of her sheath, drew him in inch by inch. The progression into her tight core felt like a blistering torture of gratification and a drawn-out agony of wanting to be inside her, once and for all.
    Simmi had closed her eyes; intense concentration tautened her features. He released her waist when he settled in to the hilt, to trail his hands up her sides until he cradled her heavy breasts in his palms. He flicked his thumbs against her puckered nipples and started to move against her.
    Long, slow, tortuous strokes, in and out of her. He enjoyed the rhythm, even though the quiet pace drove him as crazy as he hoped it did her. Her hips moved faster, but he wouldn’t allow her to increase the tempo, grasping her sides to still her movements.
    After a while, he opened his eyes. She lay atop him and pressed one cheek into his shoulder.
    “What’s the matter, älskling ?”
    He heard her sharp intake of breath.
    “I need your arms around me.”
    “You just have to say so.” He pulled her close.
    “And I need to feel you.”
    “How?” He pressed a kiss onto the top of her head.
    “On me. In me.” She went silent. “Please.”
    “Anything for you,” he said.
    With her held tight, he rolled them over until she lay under him. A drop of moisture trickled down his chest. He frowned—sweat, or Simmi’s tear?
    Her eyes were closed tight, and in the darkness of the bedroom, he couldn’t make out if tears flowed from their corners. He reached up, brushed the pad of his thumb on the telltale trail of moisture on her left temple.
    “Talk to me,” he coaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
    She looked at him then. “Everything’s perfect.”
    “Then why—”
    She shushed him once again with a hand against his mouth.
    “Make love to me,” she said.
    She rocked against him, a subtle reminder that he lay buried deep inside her warm and willing body. The prompt seared its way through him, burned all cognizant thought, his only imperative to race with her to the finish line.
    Braced on his forearms, he pushed and pulled, in and out of her core. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drew him close with her hands splayed on his shoulder blades, her short nails raking and digging into his skin.
    On a groan, he gave in, and lost himself inside her.
     
    Simmi closed her eyes when her orgasm wracked her. He perched on the brink, too. She could feel it in the rapid strokes of his cock. The weight of his big body pressed on her breasts, anchored her into the mattress without crushing her. He came on a groan, and she squeezed her eyes tighter to ward off the tears threatening to fall.
    Perfect. He is perfect …. And she’d just had the most amazing moments in her whole life with him.
    It’s just for one night.
    Sine qua non for their encounter, shattering for her composure and her heart.