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back, pressing me even closer to him. It was like we couldn’t get close enough to each other. He tucked me close to him as he plunged in again, letting me feel every hard inch of him.
                  “Oh my god,” I whispered breathlessly. “Oh god.”
                  “Just feel it, sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear, nipping at my lobe, adding another shiver of pleasure to my hurricane of sensation.
                  He gave another hard thrust. And then another. “Just feel me in you,” he said, his breath harsh with his own deepening pleasure.
                  I lifted my head, wanting to feel his lips again. He immediately captured my mouth. Completely connected, we rode each wave together, his hips moving in perfect rhythm with my body. Each thrust of his cock drove home another undeniable crash of ecstasy.
                  Soon, he was speeding up his rhythm. My breath came quicker as I felt my body tightening for its ultimate release.
                  “Come with me,” I gasped, reaching out to hold him close to me. I felt the hard arm around me tighten.
                  I looked up at those glowing blue eyes that burned at my words. “Come with me,” I said again before moaning in pleasure as his cock thrust hard into me.
                  His rhythm sped up and both us panted as we edged closer and closer to our release. Then with a sudden heart-stopping burst, my body erupted in total and consuming ecstasy. I threw my head back and cried out as I shuddered over and over again, my release clutching me prisoner.
                  My pussy clenched reflexively from my release and it milked against the hard, throbbing cock it held. Soon Jonah roared above me as he found his release. He groaned as he fell on top of me, barely holding his weight with his elbows.
                  Together we breathed quietly, letting the aftermath of our pleasures bring our heart rate back down to a more normal pulse.
                  Without words, Jonah rolled off to the side. He wrapped an arm around me and tucked me securely into his arms. I fit perfectly inside his embrace like a caterpillar in its cocoon. My arms folded against my chest, he kept a good hold on me. I felt his lips press against the top of my head.
                  “Too sweet,” I heard him murmur.
                  But that was the last thing I had conscious memory of before post-sex sleep captured both of us, dragging us down into the hazy darkness.

Chapter Five
Jonah
                  Remember how cocky I had been about making my way into Clara’s bed? Describing her as the perfect distraction from the fuckfest of New York? Remember how I had thought of the fun and casualness a night of pleasure with her could be?
                  Well, fuck me, I couldn’t have been more stupid or wrong.
                  Yes, the night with Clara had been the most ball-busting night of pleasure I’d had in a long, long time. She was everything that I had suspected her to be—sweet, giving, playful, and soft like a sunset.
                  But I had been completely wrong in thinking that I could walk away from her bed as cool and casual as I had in every other previous instance with countless other women.
                  In the past, the moment my cock had reached its release, my body immediately cooled, along with my attitude. Some women were offended by my aloofness. Others saw it as a challenge.
                  Vanessa had definitely seen it as one, I knew.
                  But with Clara, even after coming so hard I nearly went blind, I found myself exhausted yet still hungry for more. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of her scent, her taste. I wanted to consume her whole and then consume her once more.