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still he waited. She wriggled a little, trying to entice him without words. He fought the urge to grab her hips and sink his cock deep into her pussy.
    “Please, just touch me. I’m so close!”
    Touch her? He didn’t need to slip his fingers into her slit to know she was wet and ready.
    He lightly rested his hand on her right ass cheek. She wriggled again. A few centimeters to one side and he’d brush her wet slit. The tremor of her body told him it would only take a touch to make her come apart.
    He moved his hand a fraction closer. “You want it bad, don’t you, sweetheart?”
    “Yes, please,” she moaned, questing against him like a cat in heat.
    His hand spread her cleft, baring her hot pussy to the cool air. She sucked in a deep breath just as his fingers made one long sweep over her engorged labia.
    Her cream was everywhere, dripping from her cunt, coating the insides of her thighs and now covering the fingers he used to slide in a slow, deliberate rhythm through the cleft of her pussy. Top to bottom, anus to clitoris, he carefully avoided the sensitive hood of her clit as he fucked her deliberately with his hand.
    Her hips rocked, and he knew she desperately wanted to achieve climax.
    “Do you want me, Talia?”
    Her pussy undulated against his hand. “Yes!”
    The bed dipped as he positioned himself behind her. He braced himself, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock slide balls deep into her slick channel.
    He fit the head of his cock to her pussy with agonizing care. Sliding his hands to her hips, he paused. Sweat beaded on his brow as he forced himself to slow down. It would do no good to lose himself as soon as he pushed inside her hot sheath.
    But he couldn’t wait. He needed her hot, wet embrace now. The scent of her sweetness surrounded him, coating first his cock and then his balls as he fucked her. Erik thrust again and again against her rounded ass, pulling out only far enough to plunge back inside.
    She whimpered beneath him, her pussy growing unbelievably tighter as she raced toward orgasm. Pressure built in the back of his head. Stars swirled behind his eyelids as he chased Talia’s climax. She stiffened beneath him, back arching more fiercely, a keening wail filling the room as she came in a rush of creamy arousal.
    Erik shouted, coming on a groan as he plunged one last time into her hot sheath before spilling his seed. Thrusting hard, he wrapped her in his arms and fell sideways onto her bed, cradling her against his chest, his cock still inside her soft pussy.

    Talia was afraid to move. Her feelings were all jumbled. She should’ve been horrified by what she’d done. Less than five hours ago she’d broken off her engagement to Dylan. Now she was curled against Erik’s naked warmth like a contented kitten. It shouldn’t have been so wonderful. It shouldn’t have felt so right.
    “Sweet, talented Talia. Until this moment I never believed the things I heard about music geeks.”
    “Wow, do you always sweet-talk your women when you’re done with them?”
    He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Who says I’m done with you?”
    A renegade chill stole down her spine. She stifled a groan. How could she be ready again so soon? She wasn’t usually that horny. Not that her sex life with Dylan had been anything to get excited about. His arrogance carried over into every aspect of his existence.
    “What are you thinking?” he murmured beside her ear.
    “That I should throw you out of my loft for completely botching the protection issue.” She paused to wonder how she’d managed to so thoroughly lose her head over a guy she barely knew. “And assuming you don’t take home a different girl every night of the week, pregnancy isn’t something I’m ready for.”
    He shrugged in the darkness. “I figured you were on the pill. You don’t strike me as being ready for motherhood.”
    A burst of indignation flashed through Talia. She was on the pill, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t