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long enough for us both to
get naked. Quickly,” he said. He kissed her again, harder, deeper, then let her
loose suddenly. When she was able to focus again, he was already stripped of
his jacket, shirt, and boots and was working on his jeans.
    She began to peel out of her
clothes, tossing them haphazardly around her. She didn’t care where they
landed, so long as she was skin to skin with Jason as soon as humanly possible.
When they both stood naked, she approached him, her hand moving to his chest
once more. She stared into the clear eyes of the man she loved as she said, “I
look forward to every day of the rest of forever with you.”
    He smiled at her, leaning in to
cup her bottom. Lifting, he eased them down onto the bed, one of his hands
stroking up her side with a brief brush to her breast before he buried it into
her hair. His lips were on her again in the next moment as he let his weight
press against her, pushing her deeper into the bedding around them.
    Viv wrapped a leg around Jason’s
thigh, lifting her chest so that she could feel the brush of his pecs against
her tight nipples. “God, that feels so good,” she muttered, shuddering at the
connection. “I love how that feels, how hard you are all over.”
    “You are so soft,” he whispered
against her cheek. “So soft and warm all over. You’re wet, aren’t you?” he
asked, his lips curving against her skin. His other hand stroked over her leg,
urging her to open to him.
    “Yes.” She moaned. “I’m so wet
for you.” She had never reacted like this with anyone before. When his fingers
dipped into her hidden depths, she arched her neck and cried out. “Oh God,” she
whimpered. “There.” Her grip tightened on his arms when he slid the digits in
and out.
    “Damn, you’re so hot,” he
groaned. His mouth slid over her neck, followed by a light bite of his teeth.
“And tight. So damn tight. You’re going to fit me like a glove. Perfect in
every way.” He withdrew his fingers before adding another and pressing back in,
stretching her more.
    She writhed under him, her head
thrashing from side to side. “I was made for you.” She lifted her leg and felt
him slip deeper. “Oh God.” She bit her lower lip and urged him on. “Please.”
    “I need to be inside of you.
Later, we’ll go slower, I swear it to you,” he said in a tight, strained voice.
He pulled his hand from her body and gripped her leg, positioning it high over
his hip. Then Jason shifted his weight until she could feel his cock at her
opening.
    Vivian held him tightly. “Just
don’t stop. No matter what, please, don’t stop.” Her body accepted his, and she
loved the way he filled her.
    “Gods, no, I’m never going to
stop.” He squeezed her thigh gently, massaging the muscle. He pressed in
deeper, pulled out a little, then pushed in more. “Just like a fucking hot,
wet, amazing glove,” he groaned.
    She squeezed him tighter, tugged
him closer, and sobbed his name aloud when he filled her completely. She felt
odd, like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was almost as if there
were ties binding them as their bodies joined for the first time. “Again,” she
begged when he pulled out and slid into her hard and fast.
    Shifting his weight, Jason
caught her hands and pulled them up over her head, lacing their fingers
together. With a firm hold on her, he began to thrust, slowly at first, but his
hips moved faster with each push. He was staring into her eyes as he took her,
never letting her look away from his penetrating gaze, not that she even
thought about it.
    Vivian was captivated by this
man. Every plunge of his body into hers had her moaning. Every move of his hard
body against her softer one had her sobbing out in need. This was how making
love should feel. She relished every touch, every bracing moment, for what it
was. It was coming home. Her soul recognized his. Her heart melted and was
re-formed with bits of him deeply imbedded inside of it. She