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I slide my tongue along the length of him, then draw away once more.
    "Or do you want my whole mouth around you?" I ask him. I stretch my lips around the tip of him, preparing to take him deeper this time, but I stop as soon as I feel him tense up. I can give as good as I get in this game, and all I have to do is wait for him to break. If he expects me to ask for what I want, then I’m going to make him ask for it, too. I let him slip out of my mouth and sit back on my heels, looking up at him innocently.
    His eyes are nearly black.
    "Tease," he rasps. His hands move from my shoulders up to my hair, and I long for him to pull my head forward, to give in to his need and force my mouth up and down his cock. For a minute I think he’s going to do it. But Calder’s good at this game. He pushes me down onto my back. Then he grabs my legs and pushes them apart. His finger slides beneath the strap of my thong and yanks it aside.
    His hand glides along my folds. Playing. Toying with me. Once or twice he lets his thumb brush against my clit, but never for long enough. And once or twice I think he’s going to slip one of his fingers inside of me, but he never gives me that satisfaction.
    Meanwhile, he’s watching me intently. His eyes bore into mine, and I know he’s taking in every expression that flickers across my face. He’s looking for those places where he has me on the edge. For those moments when I’m one breath away from begging him to enter me.
    And I’m watching him. Enjoying how much it turns him on to have me at his mercy. In his eyes, I can see exactly how much he wants me. Even now, I can’t believe how lucky I am that this amazing man loves me. That he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. That I'll wake up every morning to those eyes. That I’ll spend every night with his hands and lips—hands and lips that seem to find no greater pleasure than in exploring all the secrets of my body.
    And sometimes I can hardly believe how equally amazing it feels to love him so completely. To open up every part of me, body and soul, to him. I want to know all of his joy and all of his pain. To celebrate his every happiness by his side and then turn around and be his rock during the hard times.
    I haven’t quite mastered the ability to calm his worries completely with my words or my touch. Or to ease his deepest pain with my body or my desire. But I’m trying. I’m learning.
    "Take me," I whisper. "I need you inside of me."
    I’ve conceded defeat to him. His eyes flash, and his fingers move away from me. In one motion, he’s replaced his hand with his cock, and he sinks inside of me so easily it’s undeniable that the two of us belong together.
    I close my eyes, letting the sensations rush over me. It’s not just my body that feels whole right now—it’s my heart as well. When he moves, it's like the entire world is coming together. Every time he pulls back, I want to scream for the loss of him. But when he sinks fully inside of me again, for that briefest of moments when he’s as deep in me as he can be, I could burst with the pure joy of it. We belong like this, he and I. One being. One body.
    There are no games. No pain. No heartache. Only us, completely bare before each other.
    His mouth drops down to meet mine, and I meet his lips with passion. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close to me, and I rock my body up to meet his movements. One rhythm. One pulse.
    His lips grow more frantic as our bodies do, and I respond eagerly to the hunger. He bites down on my lip, and I cry out against his mouth. Let the neighbors hear. I don’t care.
    And then suddenly he’s pulling back. Gripping me by the waist. I only have the chance to see the briefest flash of pleasure and desire in his eyes before he flips me over, back to my original position on my hands and knees. Back to the way he wanted me in the first place.
    He doesn’t even wait for me to catch my breath before he drives into me again, but I