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Worry shadowed her expression. “You’re really big.”
    He nodded. “We’ll go slow.”
    Clark took himself in his hand again and leaned forward. Slowly, he dipped his tip between the drenched folds of her pussy, then pulled out and circled the wet head of his cock around her swollen clit. Pleasure dripped like hot morphine through his veins. He repeated the motion once, twice. Each time he did it, Melody’s nipples hardened and her chest rose and fell with deep, frantic breaths. So he did it again. And again. When he did it the sixth time, he leaned forward and gave each of her tender nipples a long, hard suckle. She moaned his name, and he almost came again.
    Get it together, Clark.
    He braced himself above her and moved his hips until the head of his cock was lodged inside her. She squeezed him and he swore his balls kicked themselves. Clark’s nerves were shredded. This would be over too soon if he didn’t concentrate. He clenched his jaw. This shouldn’t be happening to him—he never lost control in bed.
    “I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t feel you all the way inside me.” Her voice was the faintest whisper above his ragged breathing.
    “Now?”
    “Now.”
    He locked his eyes on hers as he pushed himself forward into her in one slow, agonizing thrust. The resistance of her body combined with her hot slickness lit up the highway between his cock and his brain. He’d just dipped his cock in nirvana.
    When he was halfway inside her, she clenched up and whimpered. He froze, responding to her pain.
    “Ease up. Breathe, Mel.” He balanced on one forearm and licked his thumb. “Shh.”
    He reached down and slid the pad of his thumb up one side of her pussy where it was stretched taut around his cock. Gliding upwards, he found her tender clit and with the gentlest pressure, began to stroke her.
    Melody closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the mattress. “Oh God.”
    Clark pulled back and pressed forward, a little at a time, while she grew wetter and wetter around him. He kissed her neck, assaulting her sweet spots with his tongue and lips, even grazing her skin with his teeth. The moment she stopped bearing down, he lifted himself up on his arms, swung his hips forward and drove the length of his cock into her. She stifled a moan and dug her nails into his back. It was the best kind of hurt.
    “Clark,” she whispered. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
    He got control of his breath. “I know.”
    She was drenched. Her clit was slick and stiff against his thumb. He dragged his shaft out and thrust again, watching her face to gauge her reaction. Her lips parted. Her neck went slack. Only her eyes were shut tight, crinkled up with tension.
    “Look at me, Mel.”
    She opened her eyes. Up close in the soft lamplight, he saw the galaxies swirling in her dark brown irises, that familiar filament of copper like a lightning bolt straight to his heart. He could close his eyes and picture hers as clear as a photograph. He’d memorized them when he was seventeen years old.
    He began to make love to her, slow, deliberate thrusts that knocked the words out of his brain. She arched against him and spread her legs wider, rising to meet him. He was hot—so hot. Their bodies began to glisten with sweat in the cold bedroom and the sound—God help him—the sound of him fucking her filled his ears. He replaced his thumb with his forefinger, pressed down gently on her clit and began to rub her just as he’d done with his tongue. Her pussy grew even wetter. She grabbed the bedsheets.
    “Oh God.”
    She came in a furious, sudden shudder, the convulsions massaging the length of his cock from tip to root and back. A whispered torrent of swear words and gibberish poured out of her mouth. She drenched his hand and the front of his abs in a filthy, sexy baptism. Clark had never seen anything like it.
    Not waiting for her to finish, he sat up and tucked his shoulders against her calves. Leaning deep against