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  “I’ll tell you when we’re crossing the line,” she said. God, the look on his face twisted her heart, but they needed to keep going. She had to give herself to him completely, or things would never be right. “Tell me, Owen. Tell me what you want, because…because I want it to.” She ended in a low voice.

  “God…” He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “All right, then. I need to feel your pussy against my cock. The way we were last night, before I started touching you. Can you handle that?”

  Leah nodded at once. That was easy enough. Of course, last night she’d had panties on when she straddled him and let him part her pussy lips with his cock, but that wasn’t what Owen needed. He needs to feel my bare pussy, open and naked for him, sliding against his cock. And that was exactly what she was going to give him.

  “Of course I can handle it.” Giving him a smile, she straddled him again and lowered herself onto his lap. They both moaned as she settled around him, her wet pussy opening to enfold him in her slippery depths.

  Biting her lip, Leah looked down to see it. It was an incredibly erotic sight, her wet, open pussy pressing against Owen’s hard shaft. But he was too long for her to cover completely. The wide head stuck out between them, looking as though it needed to be touched. Leah knew just what to do.

  Slowly she began to move her hips, sliding up and down the hard ridge spreading her pussy lips. She couldn’t help moaning breathlessly as Owen’s thick cock rubbed over her swollen clit with each movement, couldn’t help the pleasure she got from the intimate and utterly illicit contact.

  “Careful,” Owen said harshly as the head of his cock rubbed briefly over the entrance to her pussy. “You don’t want to slip and have me inside you, Leah.”

  The tone of his voice made her look up at him and see—really see—what was in his eyes. The need, the hunger… This isn’t enough. We need to go further.

  The realization hit her harder than expected. Leah realized that deep down she’d been hoping to avoid this final step. Even though she wanted him inside her, even though her dreams had urged her to do it, what she was contemplating seemed wrong on many levels. Too close to the line she’d drawn in her head between doing what they needed and finally moving squarely into the realm of what she considered incest. She could keep from stepping over that line, though, she told herself desperately. She had to. But they had to take this final step. Things would never be right between them if she didn’t.

  Slowly she withdrew from him and lay back on the bed. Owen didn’t complain. Instead he sat still, breathing hard, his broad, muscular chest rising and falling like a bellows. Finally he looked at her.

  “Good,” he whispered. “It’s a good thing we stopped when we did. While I still…still could stop at all.”

  “I don’t want you to stop,” Leah said softly.

  He frowned. “Then what do you want?”

  “Owen, I love you. I want to go further. I want more.” She beckoned him. “Come here.”

  “Why?” he asked, but he was already moving toward her.

  “Right here,” Leah whispered. “Owen,” she said, looking up at him. “You need to be inside me, don’t you?”

  “Leah, no—”

  “Yes,” she interrupted. “Yes, you do. You’ve been dreaming of this, thinking of it for years. Don’t tell me you haven’t.”

  “That’s no reason to finally do it,” he protested.

  “Yes, it is,” she said firmly. “It absolutely is.”

  “You said you didn’t want me to,” he objected.

  “I said it would be better if you didn’t. Not…not that I didn’t want you to. Because I do, Owen. I want you inside me.”

  “But, Leah…”

  “I want you to take it slowly.” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “Just…just a little at a time, Owen. We’re going to see if we can satisfy our needs without actually going…going all the way.”

  “Without my fucking you, you mean,” he said, his voice dark and savage.

  “Yes,” she said softly. “Without your fucking me. But you know I’ll love you no matter what, don’t you?”

  “I know.” His voice was softer now, but his eyes were still unhappy, showing how torn he was between the desire to do this and the obvious feeling that it was wrong.

  He’ll do it, though, no matter how wrong he feels it is. But I have to keep him from crossing the line. Have to keep him from coming inside me. “There’s one thing,” Leah said, holding up a finger. “I’m not…not protected right now, Owen. Do you know what I mean?”

  “Yes,” he said at once. “I’ll get a condom.”

  “No.” She put a hand on his arm. “No, don’t. I don’t want anything between us. If we’re going to do this, it should be completely real.”

  “So you want to feel my bare cock sliding into your naked pussy. Is that it?”

  Leah blushed at his frank words but nodded. “Yes, I do. Do you have a problem with that?”

  He scowled. “I have a problem with how much you’re trusting me. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Leah. Aren’t you afraid I’ll go too far and come inside you?”

  That was exactly what she was trying to avoid—the line she didn’t want to cross—but Leah knew she couldn’t let him see that it worried her. “It’s going to be okay,” she reassured him. “It’ll be all right, Owen.”

  “You think so, do you?” He frowned. “I still think you’re taking an awful chance, Leah—letting me fuck your unprotected pussy.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “But I trust you, Owen. I love you. And I know you’ll take things slowly and try…try to be satisfied with just filling me. I know you’ll try not to go too far.”

  He nodded reluctantly and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, I’ll try. But I’m afraid I can’t make any promises.”

  “I don’t need any promises,” Leah murmured. “Just you inside me. Please, Owen, do it.”

  He took a deep breath. “All right. But I hope you won’t regret this later. Hope you won’t hate yourself.”

  “How could I hate myself for loving you?” She held his gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, spreading her thighs wider and kneeling between them.

  He shook his head. “Slowly, then, and I’ll try not to go too far.”

  “Oh, Owen,” Leah whispered. She held her breath as he rubbed the broad head of his cock over her wet, open folds.

  “Want to get nice and wet,” Owen said roughly when she gasped in pleasure. “You’re so damn tight, I could barely fit my fingers inside you, let alone my cock.”

  “Maybe…maybe you won’t have to fit too much,” Leah suggested, but he only shook his head.

  “Maybe.” He sounded unconvinced. He looked up at her. “Are you ready? Ready to feel my cock inside your pussy?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, trying to put all the love she felt for him, all her conviction that they belonged together even if it was wrong, in that single syllable. “Yes, do it.”

  “I will.” His eyes blazed into hers. “I will, Leah, but I need you to understand what we’re doing. Need you to watch, to see it for yourself. That way if you change your mind—”

  “I won’t change my mind,” she assured him. But she allowed him to prop more pillows under her head so she could look down between their legs.

  “Now,” Owen commanded at last. “Watch while I do it.”

  Leah felt she couldn’t have done anything else, couldn’t have torn her gaze away, no matter what the consequences. Looking down between her spread thighs, she watched as the broad head of Owen’s cock breached her entrance and pushed slowly into her naked pussy.

  “God, you’re tight,” Owen rasped, stopping his slow forward movement. “How do you feel, Leah? Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she said softly. “It’s a little snug, but… No, it’s all right. It feels good, actually.” She looked away from the erotic sight of him piercing her pussy and saw the desperate need in his eyes. “But I think