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damn near bucked him off her, but he held on to her until she came down from her high.
    When she released her hold on his hair, he looked up and licked his lips, enjoying the sweet, lingering taste that remained. She looked beautiful but done, so done, but it was just the beginning. “Roll over. Ass in the air.”
    Tamara moaned and reached out to him for help. Laughing, he sat back on his heels and helped her get into position. He moved her closer to the edge of the bed then got down on the floor so he could stand.
    When she was finally in place and comfortable, Tamara looked back at him and narrowed her gaze. “If anyone asks, moving over like this did not take fifty years and I looked extremely sexy while I was getting into position, like something out of a James Deen porn…not something from a show at Sea World.”
    Russell ran his gaze over her, stroking his hard cock all the while. “All I see is porn , baby.”
    “Good,” she said, turning back around.
    “It’s about to be great.” Russell moved in. It was time to put them both out of their misery.
    Stepping up to her, he ran his hand over her bottom, then worked his hand down between her legs, pausing to caress her wet pussy. Aroused and beyond ready, he parted her nether lips then centered his cock at her entrance. Even though he was primed for a wild ride, Russell eased into her slowly, letting her body adjust to his girth. Despite the fact this pregnancy had acted like an aphrodisiac to Tamara, Russell didn’t rush things. She might be ready, she might be wet, but he also knew she was tender at times and he wouldn’t risk injuring her just because he was too randy to make it good for her.
    When he s ank inside her sweet depths, Tamara let out a deep moan. From the way she was angled away from him, he couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or bad. So, even though his balls were in danger of turning blue, he pulled back slightly and asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
    She glanced over her shoulder and met his heated gaze with one of her own. “Do you want me to kill you?”
    He laughed and started up again, moving in and out of her sweet slice of heaven while watching as their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. The contrast of their skin tones never ceased to excite him, but then again almost everything to do with Tamara thrilled him.
    High off love and desire , he started a steady tempo, moving their bodies to a beat as old as time. The slow pace was killing him, but he gritted his teeth and bore it. She was worth it. She was worth everything. “You…okay…love.”
    “I’d be better if you went faster,” she moaned.
    He wanted to, Lord knew he wanted to. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He’d rather die than do that.
    “You won’t. Please. I’m not fragile. Take me. Or do you want me to beg.”
    “I don’t want you to beg.” He picked up his speed, finally moving at a tempo they both craved. “You just have to come.”
    Tamara gasped loudly and she dug her nails into the quilt. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock, milking his turgid length a thrust at a time. “Don’t stop, don’t…”
    Russell sped up his thrusts. The slapping sounds of their flesh was overridden by the low moans coming from Tamara’s mouth. The more he fucked her, the louder she became, and although there were very few things in life he loved more than making his woman scream, they weren’t exactly in the right place for this.
    Russell cast a quick glanced over at the door. “Shh, baby.”
    “I can’t. I can’t. Fuck!” She reached out her hand toward the top of the bed where the pillows were. Unfortunately for her they were just out of reach. “Help me.”
    Russell growled and paused just long enough to get her the pillow, but as soon as it was in her hands , he went right back to do what he loved most—making love to his wife.
    Tamara used the pillow wisely and shoved the corner between her lips to muffle her moans. She used the other hand as