The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Sixteen

My sweet, sweet girl,

I read your latest with great delight. I love the way your mind travels the same roads as my own. Yes, we'll search for our river. I'll travel with you to all the corners of the world until we've found exactly the right place. We might try India or some other warm clime where we'll be able to avoid clothing whenever we want. Or we'll dress like the natives of some countries...loose robes with nothing beneath. Thus attired, we'll have the ability to shed at a whim every scrap of material that would dare to separate our bodies. If we find ourselves hurried, whether by lack of time or excess of desire, we'll be able to couple without undressing at all.

There have been times, my love, when I could have wished to guide you to the ground and join us in sweet carnality by simply raising the hem of your gown and sliding my member inside you. Yes, I have found myself that consumed with wanting you that I'd do away with the preliminaries of lovemaking and slake my lust inside your heavenly cunny. So far, I've resisted the urge to take you the way a stallion covers a mare. So primitive, so basic, and so uncivilized. I know you'd allow me such a crude invasion, but I'd prefer to spare you from the violence of my ever-growing need.

But back to our world. As you've determined, it will have a congenial climate. Either our clothing will disappear, as you've described, or we'll dress so insubstantially that clothing will present no barrier, as I've described. Imagine us in a jungle, surrounded by towering trees. Monkeys will chatter down at us from their perches, and colorful birds will fly overhead. The scents of exotic flowers and ripe fruit will fill our nostrils as we engage in a long prelude to coupling.

I think I'll hold you at arms length so that I can watch your face as I touch you. After I've tugged your robe over your head to expose your naked body to my view, I'll run my palms across your shoulders and then down your sides. Soon, I'll reach the sides of your breasts. From there, I'll scoop your soft flesh into my palms and rub my thumbs over the stiffening nipples. Your smile will turn sleepy as I adore you with my eyes. You’ll have no fear that I'll find any imperfection because you have none. Truly, the Almighty made you specifically for my delight.

After working your nipples to full erection, I'll move lower, dragging my fingers over your ribs. A slight glow of moisture will appear on your skin...the product of the warm air around us and your growing excitement. For my own part, I'll feel hotter as well as the temptation rises in me to shorten the foreplay in favor of sinking my rigid cock into your depths. But no...now that I have you completely to myself where no one but nature’s creatures can watch, I'll let the caresses linger. I'll stroke your hips, shaking you gently so that I can witness the swing of your breasts.

I'll imagine that your figure has grown plusher since I first saw you naked, your breasts fuller and the lyre of your hips even more inviting. I'll allow myself the pretense to believe that you've blossomed in the sunlight of my admiration. And I'll convince myself that the lips of your sex have swollen with desire for me and your pussy purrs at the anticipation of my fingers petting it.

Now in this lush jungle...the place my heated imagination has created for us...I’ll detect the scent of your arousal mingled with the perfume of the flowers. I know what I'll find when I touch you there...moisture that we've created together through the miracle of our love. And sure enough, when I reach to the juncture of your legs and burrow my fingers into the silk there, you'll coat me with your juices - liquid as sweet as any nectar. You might sway a bit as I stroke you, but your gaze will meet mine straight on. We know each other so well now, we can rest our full trust in each other. We will make love, and we will both emerge on the other side more complete creatures, more full of life and devotion for each other.

Oh my darling, if I could only experience as I write this what my mind shows me next. You'll give me a smile more radiant and enigmatic than the Mona Lisa. You'll push my hand away so that you can rid me of my robe, and for a moment, the two of us will stand and simply stare at each other. In those seconds, a knowledge will pass between us. A certainty that what happens here is more real than any of our day to day lives. That though this jungle may exist only in our minds, it has more permanence than the tawdry streets of any modern city. The soot and grime of London bears but a pale existence in comparison to our dreams for a better world.

Now that we're both naked, you'll recline on a bed of moss and extend your arms to me. I'll join you immediately, besotted male that I am, and for the first since I created this place for us, I'll bend to you and taste your lips. You'll yield to me immediately, as you always do, and the tenderness of your response will humble me.

A mist will rise around us, the product of the humid climate and the heat of our bodies. It will blur my vision and swirl around your features making you into the wondrous creature I know you to be. Your arms will wrap around me as the vines cling to the trees, creating a gentle web to pull me deeper into your embrace. I'm lost, my goddess. I have no choice but to find my place between your legs and hope that one more time you'll allow your humble lover to enter your chamber.

When we finally do couple, with my sex embedded in yours, the act will take on a new meaning, even for us. It will be a union created in heaven, so perfect it will change the meaning of sex from something ordinary, though pleasurable, to a perfection not seen in the real world. I'll glide smoothly in and out of you, at first slowly and then with greater urgency.

My first strokes will explore, measuring your wetness, testing your readiness for more. When your hips move upward to meet my thrusts, I'll know that you need more. Faster and deeper, urging the fire inside you to a hotter blaze. Both of us will be struggling for breath, as much from passion as exertion. Your occasional sighs and soft cries will tell me that I've found the right rhythm, and I'll work harder to give you pleasure.

Now as the fever rises in me, I'll plunge into you, allowing the friction of your sex gripping mine to take me into wilder territory. We'll have joined together totally, and our movements will come as naturally as breathing. Both of us are such sensual creatures, perfectly tuned to one another. Now that we've known each other so intimately, every touch, every stroke, every caress holds its own rhythm. And the rhythm builds with each moment. With each thrust. With each grasp of your pussy around my cock.

My darling, eventually I'll have to succumb to the inevitable. I'll push you harder, demanding your submission while submitting to your power over me. As we approach the ultimate, we'll hold each other closer. You'll call my name, and I'll drink in the sound. Such a privilege you've given me, to allow me to share your body and your pleasure. As the pressure builds inside me, your rising cries will tell me that you're ready. I can give in to my lust and know that I'll satisfy you.

Now. Oh God, now. The currents swirl inside me, building to a crescendo. I fight it off to assure myself that you'll be with me. And then, I hear it - the soaring inflections of your voice. Your pussy clenches around my cock, and I allow the climax to claim me. While your muscles erupt into spasms, I release my sperm into your depths. My own shouts sound in my ears - a cry of victory and a proclamation of our love.

We've done the act perfectly, sharing our orgasms. Giving and taking, together as we were meant to be. When the climax ends, we'll fall together against the moss. I'll roll over and pull you against me. While I hold you, the warm breezes will dry our skin. Your fingers will trace circles over my chest, and I'll sigh and stare up into the canopy of green. Peace will settle over both of us, and I'll know that in this place you'll always be mine and I'll always belong to you.

We must find a way to be together again, my love, if only in the poor reality of stolen moments. I need you more than I need my next breath. Contrive some way we can meet. I'm completely at your mercy. Until I can touch you again, I remain,

Your loving Richard

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E-maill Alice

That's What Friends Are For

Content Advisory: Erotic

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she watched him pace. The vein in his neck strained against his skin as he worked his jaw. She knew this was going to happen. He played with fire and he got burned.

“That fucking cunt. How dare she?”

Katie sighed and pulled the elastic out of her hair, shaking loose her long, auburn curls. “Really? You can’t tell me you’re surprised. If she was cheating on her husband with you, what made you think she wouldn’t screw you over, too? I hate to say I told you so but, I did.”

Mike shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it into a chair before plopping down on the couch beside her. He buried his face in his hands. “I’m an idiot. Jesus.”

“Happens when you think with the wrong head.” Katie rubbed his back. Mike had been her best friend for a long time and she’d nursed him through a lot of self-created crap. As much as he had this coming, her heart ached for him.

“We all make mistakes but you knew what kind of person she was. You know the saying, there’s no honor amongst thieves? Perfect example.”

The bottle of Jack sat in the center of the dark wood coffee table. As much as she would like to rip that bitch’s head off, she knew that Mike needed her to be a friend right now.

She punched him in the arm. “Fuck it. Forget about her. You act like you couldn’t have another chick lined up in the next five minutes. She’s history. Let’s play quarters.”  

The tension broke and he finally laughed. “You know you’re gonna lose.”

“What else is new?” She dug through her purse for a coin and filled a shot glass. “I’m going first. I need a head start.”

Mike got up and turned the radio on. Some old Nirvana song played.

The quarter bounced right over the top of the shot glass and Katie shook her fist in the air. “Dammit.”

“Prepare to go down, K.” Mike dropped the quarter on the coffee table and it landed right into the glass. He smirked and slid the glass toward her. “Bottoms up, baby.”

  The amber liquid burned going down and warmth spread into her stomach and even lower. She’d always had a curiosity about Mike. He was the quintessential tall, dark and delicious type with a devil-may-care attitude. Exactly the one her mother warned her about. Women swarmed and swooned around him when they went out to clubs. Katie would just laugh and call him a slut.

One night, after having too much to drink, he’d pulled her out of the booth at a bar and onto the dance floor. Something slow was playing on the jukebox. One of the things she loved about him was he made her feel safe; nothing ever seemed awkward. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. His heartbeat thudded against her cheek and his strong hands gripped her hips. Feeling his hard body pressed to hers, for a moment, she wondered what he’d be like in bed; how it would feel to have him moving over her, in her, breathing against her ear. Truth be told, she’d thought about it often.

“Hey. Earth to Katie.” Mike snapped his fingers in front of her face. He held the shot glass up. “One more, then I think you better stop.”

She laughed, refocusing on the present. “You kicked my ass, again.” Downing the shot, she toed her shoes off and propped her feet up on the coffee table. “My head is spinning.”

“Lightweight.” Mike smiled and drank straight from the bottle. “So, what happened with that guy you were seeing? We haven’t had time to talk much lately.”

“He’s history. I’m thinking about joining a convent or batting for the other team. I have no luck with men.”

“You and another chick would be hot.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I like dick too much to go full girl on girl. And you’re a pig.” She scooted over to lie down and rested her head on his thigh.

He played with her hair. “I can neither confirm nor deny this accusation.”

There was a hole in the knee of his jeans and she stuck her finger in it and pulled at the loose threads. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we got together?”

“Define got together.”

She rolled over on to her back and stared at his mouth before looking into his eyes. A light tingle started between her legs. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we did it?”

Upending the whiskey bottle, he finished off what was left. “Are you asking if I’ve ever thought about fucking you?”

“Well, yeah. I guess so.”

“Of course, I have. I’m a guy.” He scraped his knuckles over her cheek.  “Have you?”

“Yep, definitely have. Think it’s time we found out?

His lip twitched. “Are you sure about this? Because there’s no way I’d say no.”

Without saying anything else, she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.

Mike smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. “Come here, Kate.”

 She licked her lips and kicked her jeans off. “Be right there.” There was  something to be said for liquid courage because she was stripping like a college student financing tuition with her ass.

“I had no idea you had it in you.”

“It’s not in me yet.”

“Damn, girl.” He scooted to the edge of the couch and opened his arms.

 The music faded out, all she could focus on was the green of his eyes, flanked by dark lashes. Her breath caught in her throat and she hesitated, standing in front of him in her underwear.

He reached out and took her hand. “Something wrong?”

Heat spread up her arm from his touch and she advanced, climbing onto his lap.

He grabbed her hips and lifted his own, pushing his erection against her. “Mmm.”

She lowered her head to bite and lick his lips, catching the scent of whiskey on his breath. The pressure of his cock against her clit sent chills up her spine and goosebumps rose on her skin. She wanted her panties off and she needed him inside her. Dampness seeped from her cunt as she slid over his crotch, teasing her most sensitive spot.

He nuzzled her neck and tugged the cup of her bra down. “God, you’re beautiful.” His breath was hot on her skin and his tongue wet on her nipple.

His light brown hair was just long enough for her to tangle her fingers in and pull. “Feels so good.” A moan escaped her as her nipple hardened in his mouth.

His fingers worked deftly unhooking her bra and discarding it. He scraped his teeth over her breasts while he ran his fingertips up the tops of her thighs. He rubbed his finger over panties. “Let’s get rid of these so I can do this right.” Lifting her off his lap, he pushed her back on the couch and slipped her underwear down her legs. Lightly biting her knee, he kissed up her thigh. His thumb separated her folds. “You’re so wet.”

The slippery touch of his thumb gliding over her clit sent little sparks of fire through her body. Instinctively, she lifted her ass up off the couch, needing just a little more pressure. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“I know.” He grinned at her as he crouched between her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He held her pussy open and licked her clit before sucking it gently into his mouth. He pushed two fingers insider her and stroked her slow and deep.

The muscles in her stomach tightened and her toes curled. “Jesus Christ.” She gripped his head, pushing him harder against her pussy. Each pass of his tongue drew her closer to what promised to be an epic orgasm. She squeezed her thighs on his head and moaned, biting her lip. The current built until the first wave crashed over her, through her and she screamed, arching her back.

Her cunt contracted, holding his fingers inside her while her clit thumped against his tongue. He granted her no respite and curled his fingers up to stroke her G-spot while still nibbling on her clit. Rush after rush of pleasure coursed through her body, tingling her limbs and making her eyelids heavy.

Once the trembling slowed, he lifted his head. “You taste like candy. So sweet.” He kissed her belly and moved up her body, stopping to minister to her erect nipples. His hands rubbed up and down her sides. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Still trying to catch her breath, she cupped his face and pulled him toward her for a kiss. “Let me taste you first.”

He smiled. “No argument here.” Sitting back on his heels, he unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his jeans.

Katie crawled onto her hands and knees and looked up at him. Her dark curls brushed his dick as she peppered kisses over his stomach, gliding her fingers over the taut muscles. She’d seen him without his shirt but up close like this, he was even more beautiful. More perfect.

 Her fingers closed around his thick cock, gripping the base and she stroked him slowly. Parting her lips, she sucked the head into her mouth and massaged the slit with her tongue.

He groaned and cradled the back of her head. “God damn.”

The soft hairs on his thigh tickled her nipple as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, taking his shaft into her throat. The scent of soap and something earthy tickled her nose. She loved his smell.

He moved his hips slightly in time with her slurping around his cock. “Can I come? I’m about to come.” He panted and pulled her hair.

“Mhm.” She touched his thigh before walking her fingers up to cup his balls. They were heavy in her hand just before they pulled up close to his body. She stroked his dick in tandem with her mouth. She bit down softly and sucked hard, holding him deep.

“Oh fuck.” He held her head. His abs tensed and his cock jerked, releasing hot spurts of come down her throat.

She swallowed and kissed the head before sitting back. Licking her lips, she grinned at him. “You’re yummy.”

“I think I almost died. Good God.”

“I guess that means it was good for you?"
He nodded, his eyes half closed.

Katie giggled and stared at his still-hard cock. Based on his size and build, she figured he would have a decent sized dick but it was huge.

Mike pulled his jeans off and leaned against the pillows on the couch. “Ride me, Kate.”

Straddling him, she grasped his cock and positioned herself over him.

His hands held her hips and he leaned to her chest to suck her nipple.

Her softness expanded to accommodate his hardness. The instant friction of his dick sliding inside elicited a gasp from her and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “Oh my God.”

“You’re so tight.” He bucked his hips, burying himself deeper.

She’d never felt so completely filled. Leaning her forehead against his, she looked in his eyes. “Give me a second.”

He rubbed her back. “Take your time. Do what you like. Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft.” His lips touched hers and he kissed her softly.

She lifted up and slid down again, taking as much of him as she could, slowly building a rhythm. Once she acclimated to his size, she moved faster.

He panted and squeezed her waist, pulling her down harder and bucking up into her. Rolling her off him and on to her back, he gripped her legs behind her knees and drove into her again.

She gritted her teeth and stifled another scream.

Covering her, he licked at her neck and sucked at her collarbone while slamming his cock into her mercilessly. “Your pussy is so fucking good.”

That familiar surge flowed through her body. “I’m coming again. Please, don’t stop.” She held on to his arms, absorbing his thrusts as her pussy contracted.

“Come for me, baby. I can feel it.” He pulled out almost all the way before rocking his hips and going deeper than before.

“Mmm.” She held her breath as she teetered on the verge of unconsciousness. Her legs shook and her arms fell to her sides. All control left her.

He fucked her slow and hard, riding out her orgasm.

Opening her eyes, she finally exhaled and touched her fingers to his face.

He smiled, breathing rapidly. “My turn, baby.” He interlocked his fingers with hers and held her hands beside her head. The set of his jaw hardened as he watched her face. His cock swelled inside her and he lengthened his thrusts.

She couldn’t look away and whined as he buried his cock deep inside her over and over until he finally filled her with his warmth.

He collapsed on top of her and kissed her shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“So are you. I don’t know why we waited so long.”

“Good things come to those who wait, right?” He lifted up to rub noses with her.

She smiled. “Yeah, very good things.”

“Thanks for tonight, Kate.”

“You’re welcome. That’s what friends are for.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on September 22, 2012!

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Weekend Lagniappe - Excerpt from Mating Season

From Cabin Fever:  Mating Season by Alice Gaines

“So despite everything I’ve said, you’re still going to assert that the male is more powerfully sexed than the female,” she shouted.

“I’m not asserting anything. It’s plain fact.”

She stopped right in front of him. “Oh yeah?”

Well shit. If she could act second grade, so could he. “Yeah.”

“Then prove it.” She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and yanked it up. As it went over her head, it grabbed the thing that held her hair into a pony tail, and that fell loose around her face and shoulders.

Now he found himself staring at a tiny scrap of a bra—black satin and lace—that did little to hide firm breasts just the right size for his hands. Holy shit, she’d been wearing that the whole time they’d sat in the blind together. Those long hours while he’d been killing himself to behave like a gentleman, he could have reached under her shirt and freed a nipple with only a finger. While his brain—and the smaller brain in his pants—registered that fact, her hands went to the snap of her jeans.

“What in hell are you doing?” he said.

“I’m giving you the opportunity to prove your hypothesis.”

Hypothesis. Hypothesis. She was taking off her clothes, and she expected him to talk science?

She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Only the fact that she hadn’t removed her shoes and had to sit to do it now gave him a few seconds to think, or what passed as thinking as his cock came to attention. The rush of blood to his crotch came so fast and hard he might have fallen over if he hadn’t been sitting down.

When she had her feet free, she stood and reached to the back fastening of her bra. “You don’t look so sexual now. You look confused.”

“Trust me.” He swallowed hard. “I’m feeling good and sexual.”

“I’m not trusting you on this one.” She removed the bra to reveal the two most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. On the small side but round with erect nipples just begging for some loving. “You have to prove it.”

“Prove it?” Damn, words were still not making any sense.

“By fucking me, of course,” she said. “You can do that, can’t you?”

“Of course I can.”

“I was beginning to wonder after last night.”

“Last night I was being a gentleman,” he said.

“Gentleman.” She snorted, actually snorted. “Are you male or aren’t you?”

“You know damned well I am.”

She removed her panties. As tiny and sinful as the bra, they hardly had enough material to make a handkerchief. When she pushed them past her ankles, she was completely, unashamedly, gloriously naked. And when she straightened again, he could let his gaze roam over all of her, from the length of her throat, to those delectable breasts, down to the flare of her hips, and finally to the heaven between her legs. All female and flushed with anger or maybe more.

“Well, are you a mindless fucking machine at the mercy of your hormones and driven by the urge to pass on your DNA or aren’t you?” she demanded.

“Yes,” he croaked. “Uh, no. No passing of the DNA.”

Thank God he’d at least had the sense to realize that he only had one condom—the one he always carried in his wallet. With days alone in this cabin with this woman, her dirty mouth, and her body that would not quit, once wouldn’t satisfy him. Once in the morning, once after lunch, and once in the middle of the night wouldn’t satisfy him.

“I don’t have protection,” he said finally. Shit, was he really going to turn her down again? Really? Gallantry was one thing. Passing up this opportunity would amount to torture.

“You’re not getting out of it that easy. I take pills. So you can either prove that you can get me to hold still long enough to ‘nail’ me. “She used air quotes around “nail.” “Or you can shut the hell up.”

With the fertility problem solved, “shut the hell up” was not an option. Mindless fucking machine won. At least, he had the good sense to take off his shoes before he stood to get out of his clothes. She didn’t flinch when he made his intentions obvious by jerking his own shirt off. She didn’t back up when he unbuckled his belt and popped the snap on his jeans. She didn’t utter a peep when he lowered the zipper and pushed his pants and briefs to the floor.

She did something finally when he rose again, as naked as she was. Her gaze fastened on his erection, and she bit her lip as her eyes went wide with what looked like feminine admiration. While he hadn’t had any complaints from lovers or even his ex-wife, no woman had ever looked at his member as if it was made of chocolate before.

“All right, you want to get nailed,” he said. “How would you like it?”

She released a long ahhhh, kind of like steam escaping. “Any way you can think up.”

He’d figure out the logistics later. For now, he needed that body against his own. When he reached for her, she stepped into his embrace, snuggling her curves against him everywhere. His cock nestled into the softness of her belly as his lips moved to hers for a searing kiss.

The passion of their argument immediately translated into lust delayed. Since the night before, he’d been sitting on a powder keg of thwarted need. Hard off and on all day, he’d alternated between imagining her straddling him and sinking down onto his shaft and feeling like a heel for thinking of a colleague that way. Now he could have her, and as his mouth claimed hers, he shifted so that he could finally cup her breast and feel the peak harden into a tight point.

She gasped, her lips parting to give his tongue access between them. He found her tongue as the tip probed for him, shyly at first and then with enough boldness to make his blood run hot. Whimpering, she shivered against him.

He managed to pull his mouth from hers. “Are you cold?”

“Hell no. I’m burning up.”

Amazing woman. Placing his mouth at her ear, he blew a hot breath inside and enjoyed her little shimmy of pleasure. Every time she did that, she rubbed his cock with the velvet skin of her belly. Nolan wouldn’t normally rush things, but if she kept doing that, she might not give him any choice. His body was an explosive, all right, and it was nearing its flash point. He’d better concentrate on her pleasure for a while to prove he could get her to hold still for him any damned time he wanted. He’d figure out the evolutionary consequences of that at some later time when he didn’t have a woman in his arms who so obviously needed the absolute best he could give her.

So after nibbling on her earlobe for a moment, he lowered his head to her shoulder and nipped the tender skin there. Delicious. Absolutely delicious. From there, her breast lay only inches away, so he laid a path of kisses to it while his hand scooped it up to savor its weight in his palm. When he flicked his thumb over the nipple, she gave him a coo of approval. The sort of sound to make his chest swell with pride and his cock to become almost painfully hard.

The urge to plunge into her grew almost overpowering, but he continued with her breast. This time, he sucked the peak into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Her breath came hard, filling his ears with the sounds of a woman reaching her own boundary. She dug her fingers into his hair as her panting grew louder.
Had he pushed her far enough that she could take him now? Would she welcome the intrusion of his swollen member? The answer to that question lay between her legs, so he lowered his hand to her hip and then to her inner thigh. She allowed him access, even shifting to make room for his hand there. Indeed, when he stroked the lips of her pussy, his fingers came away wet.

“Don’t stop,” she cried.

“You want more?” He parted her petals and drove a finger inside her. That produced a stream of moisture onto his hand, so he inserted another finger and probed. She clutched at his shoulder, her nails digging into the skin. As he continued pushing and retreating, her inner muscles tensed around him. Damn, but she was hot. Ready to come in another moment. But he could do even better than that.

Instead of continuing to plunge into her, he removed his fingers and went in search of her clit. It was easy to find—hard and long at the apex of her slit. When he stroked it, she nearly fell, so he caught her with his other arm and continued pressing it and flicking against the tip.

“Oh God.” She moaned. “Ohgodohgod.”

Shit. He’d pushed her to hard. She was right on the edge, and here they were standing in the middle of the living room.

“The bed,” he said.

“Too far.”

“Okay, but this isn’t going to be gentle,” he said.

“Fuck gentle.”

Oh yeah, she was ready. He guided, half-carried her to the side of the room and leaned her against the wall. Crouching, he took his place between her legs and eased the head of his cock inside her. “Hang on.”
“God yes.” She released a sound like nothing he’d ever heard a woman make before. Low and guttural—almost a growl. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he straightened, thrusting into her in one movement.

He could have growled back or bugled like the elk in full rut. Her heat surrounded him as her muscles clamped down on his cock. She was wet, all for him. He’d created this response, drawn it from her with his hand and his mouth on her breast. So perfect, she drove him now until he felt as if he really could explode. With no power to hold back, he plunged into her over and over. Her back hit the wall with each thrust. She’d bruise, and he’d hate himself, but he could no sooner stop than he could sprout wings and fly out the window.

“Sorry,” he gritted. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hersch…”

“What?” Bam, bam, bam. Shit, was he ever going to come.

“Shut up.”

He could do that. In another minute, he’d lose the ability to speak, anyway. She was supposed to be the one on the verge of orgasm, and now he was totally going to lose control. Not fair. Why did it have to end so soon?

Just when the last thread of his sanity threatened to shred apart, her gasps turned to cries and then rose in pitch. Bless her, she was going to come first. Sure enough, her grip on him tightened, and then her muscles went wild around his cock, from the head all the way to the base. She was milking him, and he responded with a climax that started in his balls and radiated out to claim his whole body. As his shout joined hers, he released his lust into her—coming and coming until he nearly blacked out from sheer sexual overload.
He managed to hang on until it ended…finally. Resting his head on her shoulder, he dragged in air in gulps until he’d convinced himself that he could breathe again. She seemed to have as much trouble getting oxygen as he did, but eventually she let out a moan and a sigh. Though her orgasm had ended, her sex still grasped rhythmically around his. Proof, as if he’d needed it, that she’d come as powerfully as he had.

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