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was never going to be able to listen to this album again without thinking of him.
    Using my knees , I increased my hip undulations and switched to an up and down motion. Thatch groaned and gripped my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and causing me to catch my breath.
    “Do you see me?” I asked breathlessly, picking up the pace, his hold on me helping to control my speed. “Can you see inside me?” I whispered again, my lips brushing against his.
    “Who are you? ” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper to match mine.
    “Does it matter ? Would it change anything?”
    He began to pump his hips up, increasing the friction between us, before he sucked my lower lip into his mouth . He bit down gently and let it go with a silent pop before answering. “No, it doesn’t,” he groaned as I began to ride him hard, my hips swirling in perfect time to his upward thrusts – reveling in the delicious friction being generated where our two bodies were so closely joined.
    W e began to slow down our pace, neither one of us wanting this to end too soon. Our movements now changed to small and quiet. Each touch, each brush of his skin on mine, every small push from him inside me, reverberated over my entire body. I was hypersensitive everywhere, with little charges of pleasure continuously drifting through me, as I felt his sweat mix with mine forming something other. Something hot, and wet, and sexy, and causing his chest to slip and slide against mine in the most divine way.
    Somehow , we’d gone from fucking to something more tender, more sensual. I’d been with a lot of guys, but it had never been like this before. This felt…intimate.
    Thatch reached up and pulled the hairband from my head . My hair cascaded over my shoulders and down my back.
    “You’re so beautiful when you come, California,” he said, in a low gravelly voice . “I want to see you come again. I’m so fucking close, but I need to see you first.”
    “I don’t think I can,” I whispered back, my mouth hovering just over his . “I only have orgasms alone.” It’s the truth. I don’t know why I felt the need to tell him this; I was really good at faking it.
    I didn’t want to fake it with him.
    “Oh really?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a cocky smile.
    He took my hands and positioned them behind me – one on each of his knees . This separated our upper bodies from their former close connection, and I could feel the cool breeze of the hotel room’s air conditioning across my sweat-soaked skin that caused my nipples to harden, almost painfully. Once in this forty-five degree angle, Thatch began to pick up his pace, his hands holding me up by my hips as he slammed upwards and into me, faster and faster. I threw my head back with a moan of pleasure, my hair brushing across the tops of my hands and his knees.
    He began to thrust faster – double then triple time – until things became a thick haze of sexual bliss, as all my senses overloaded at once.
    “Look at me, California,” he commanded in a breathless voice . “Look at me when you come.”
    Not backing down from the relentless pounding of his body into mine, he took one hand off my hip and rubbed his thumb over my engorged and extremely slippery clit.
    I screamed his name as the impossible happened.
    My climax h it me hard, my body shuddering violently as I clenched around him. With a triumphant shout, he came inside me, clutching me to his chest, his face buried in my neck.
    Wordlessly , we wrapped our arms around each other, struggling to catch our breath as we held one another through the aftershocks still rippling through our convulsing bodies.
    “Fuck ,” Thatch said as soon as he was able to speak. “That was unbelievable.”
    I took his head in my hands and pulled him in for a deep , lingering kiss.
    “Fuck,” he repeated once we came up for air again . “What are you doing to me, woman? I think I’m already hard again.”
    “Oh, you definitely