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bucked and mewled, but it didn’t stop him.
    Sam slowed down, keeping in contact with my most intimate flesh all the time. As my convulsions stopped, he pushed a thick finger deep inside me and raised his head to look into my eyes. “Do you like that, Carly?”
    I nodded, completely incapable of speech.
    “I like it too. Do you know I dream about you? About what it feels like when I’m buried deep inside you here.” To punctuate his words he slid another finger in, twisting and curling them to tease every bit of my slickness. Everything got hazy and then he pressed a thumb over my clit and I flew apart again. So soon, it was almost painful but I wanted more. There in that bed nothing else mattered. Just Sam and what he was doing to me. It was a refuge.
    “God, baby. I love your face when you come. It drives me wild. Makes me feel like an animal. I want to claim you, own that pleasure for myself.”
    The sultry tones of his voice, paired with his talented fingers kept me in a heightened state of arousal. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop or last forever.
    “It’s wonderful watching you like this. So pliant for me. So willing to take what I give you.”
    I whimpered and raised my hips, ready for more. I wanted him inside me, connected to me, sealed with me.
    “Mm, I know what you want. My greedy girl. And I’ll give it to you.”
    I was so used to his teasing by now that I was shocked when he did just as promised. Shoving his jeans down and smoothing a condom over the blunt tip of his erection in one continuous motion, Sam was nestled against my pulsating entrance before I could catch my breath.
    “Yes,” was all I could say.
    He understood and plunged forward easily as my desire for him smoothed the way. Big and hard from head to toe he enveloped me, overwhelmed me and I loved it.
    I cried out as he slid deep and started moving. Long, strong strokes that left me gasping and perspiring in seconds. I looked up into his eyes and craned my neck for a kiss. Our lips met and tongues tangled, for a moment we stopped moving against each other, staying locked together from lip to hips, relishing the closeness.
    But my body was too hungry for him. Soon my hips circled and my core clenched. Sam groaned and lowered his hands to my waist, holding me in place at just the right angle to drive inside again and again.
    My hands slid over the smoothness of his skin and bulging muscles beneath it. Sweaty and messy. Fast and hard. We coupled desperately, as if for the first and possibly last time. Too high on the erotic pleasure of it all, I didn’t think about the fact that it could be our last time. That the dangers we faced were intensifying by the hour. All I cared about was this moment. This melding of body and heart and spirit. As much as telling him about my past had felt like letting Sam inside me deeper than anyone else, making love to him without reservation or excuse sealed the deal. Seared his name into my very being.
    There were no words to express everything I was feeling, everything I was giving, and I didn’t need them. As always, his keen eyes saw everything. And behind the heat and desire I saw the same within him. Surrender to what had been growing between us. Wordless acknowledgement that there would be no more games. No retreating. We would face whatever the future brought together, side by side.
    With that realization I clung to him tightly, holding him within my body and my arms.
    “Baby,” he said and I blinked away tears I hadn’t noticed were forming.
    Sam reached between our undulating bodies and rubbed at the bundle of nerves that brought me the most pleasure. I groaned and bit my lip, struggling to hold on.
    “Wait for me.” He said it calmly, but I heard the order beneath the softness, and obeyed. I wanted to give him everything. Anything.
    I lowered my hands and grasped the firm, taut roundness of his butt, prodding him on. Sam took my suggested and drove into me deeper and harder. What might