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orgasm all but forgotten. I yearned for her pussy almost as much as I needed her to come.
    She rubbed against the pillow in frustration as I shifted back, keeping that single finger just barely inside her. I turned it, sliding in and out in shallow strokes that made her pant and arch her back.
    “I know that’s not enough, is it, baby? Not enough to get you off.”
    “No. God, no. Harder, deeper. More.”
    “So greedy.” I nipped at the swell of her ass and she startled with a whimper. “Sorry, Grace, but I had to work for it. So do you.” I pressed a fraction deeper, flexing my palm against her soaked pussy, and she let out a gasp. “My finger’s right here. So’s the pillow. Take what you want.”
    She arrowed her hips down at the pillow, grinding hard. Her jerky movements sucked my finger deeper and she released a grateful sigh. Without shame, she circled and rocked, working for the climax that was tightening her walls around my finger. So close. She was already rippling inside. So wet on my finger that I relented and gave her another, sliding them deep as she tugged on the tie and bowed her back. One pass over her G-spot and she broke apart with a cry, her ass shaking from the force of her spasms. I curled my fingers, extending the moment until I could take no more.
    I rose and retrieved a condom from the nightstand, then snapped it on and knelt between her splayed legs. She was still trembling, clearly spent.
    Or so she thought.
    I drove deep, sending her up on her knees. She moaned and for a second, I worried I’d hurt her. Then she turned her head and shot me a glance through her loosened curls. “Is that all you got?”
    Goddamn this woman.
    I pulled back and plunged again, forcing her ass in the air. She yanked on the headboard and the bed springs squeaked as I repeated the move, slow and deep. And hard. So hard that every thrust pulled a cry from her throat. I could feel her building again, her pussy tightening around me with every drag of flesh on flesh.
    When she came, she took me with her, yanking me into the depths of her need. Making it something we could share. I fisted a hand in her hair as I rode out the orgasm, slamming my hips into her ass and holding, holding while I drained into the condom. All the while wishing it was her I was spilling myself into, with no barriers. Nothing between us but skin.
    I threw my head back and drew in great lungfuls of air. My skin was sheened with sweat and I couldn’t catch my breath. Which was probably why I didn’t hear her tears. Not at first. By the time I did, she was sobbing, her head dipped between her stretched out arms.
    “Grace. Grace, sweetheart, what is it? Are you hurting?” Panic made me trip over my words as I pulled back and jerked to my feet. I disposed of the condom and returned to undo the tie around her wrists. “If this hurt, you should’ve told me,” My voice was sharper than I intended and she only cried harder.
    “I’m sorry. Jesus, I’m sorry, baby.”
    I didn’t know what else to do, so I tossed the tie aside and rubbed the circulation back into her wrists before climbing back into bed, I was afraid to touch her, concerned I’d make things worse, but I went with instinct and draped my body carefully over hers. I hugged her tightly and pressed kisses to her hair, all the while whispering nonsense words that probably didn’t make a whit of difference. But I had to do something.
    She didn’t push me away, just turned over and hooked her arms around my neck. Her legs tangled with mine and I lowered my forehead to hers, willing her to speak. To tell me what I’d done, and how I could make it better.
    “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” It could be the only explanation. I cupped her wet cheeks and smoothed her hair back with my thumbs. “I pushed.”
    “No.” At my narrow-eyed look, she amended, “Okay, yes, but that’s what you do. I’m already used to it. It’s comforting in a way.”
    He had to chuckle. “Like too