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“Do it again,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his flesh as he pulled back. “Take me hard again. ”
He retreated, nearly sliding free of her grip before shafting inside her with a quick, forceful thrust.
“Oh God, Dawg. I love that,” she cried out hoarsely.
“Love that, do you, sweetheart?” He retreated again, plunged inside her again, stroked the internal blaze higher until sweat soaked their bodies in an effort to regulate the body heat.
There was no regulating the hunger building sharp and fast inside them. Crista could feel her juices flowing between them in response to the pleasure. Dawg’s cock was fierce, thick inside her, stroking once-hidden nerve endings and burning her with the liquid-hot lust building harder inside them.
“Want more?” His hands tightened on her rear, his fingers sliding inside the narrow cleft until they met the damp entrance there.
He stroked, he played. He let his fingers dip inside her as his cock pounded inside her pussy.
Tingles of sharp heat, hard thrusts that sent shocking waves of sensation tearing through her womb.
It was too much. He began to thrust faster, harder inside her with deep, plunging strokes that sent waves of sensation, violent pleasure, and emotion clashing inside her.
“I love you. ” She couldn’t hold the words back. “I love you. Always loved you. Dreamed…”
Tears filled her eyes and fell to her cheeks. “Oh God, Dawg, I dreamed…”
“And I dreamed, Crista,” he groaned, his lips moving to her shoulders, then her neck, as his hips thrust and surged, filling her with his cock in quick, hard strokes. “Dreamed of loving you. Holding you.
Always loving you. ”
Emotion fueled pleasure and fueled lust. The conflagration that resulted had them both crying out.
Crista’s wails mixed with his harsh, male groans as ecstasy began to explode inside them, then around them.
She felt the hard, fierce jets of cum exploding inside her. He felt the tight, heated clasp of her pussy gripping him like a fiery fist, flexing around him and throwing him higher into his own release.
Long minutes later, they found themselves on the floor, breathing hard, their bodies still tangled together, arms wrapped tightly around each other.
“Leave me again, and I won’t fuck you for a week,” Dawg mumbled against her ear.
“Forget about fucking me again, and I’ll shoot you myself. ” She gave him an unladylike snort, then smiled at the slow stiffening of his cock inside her.
“I didn’t forget the first time,” he whispered then. “I just didn’t want to accept that I had been so damned stupid. You lived in my dreams, Crista. Every night you were away from me, you lived in my dreams. And in my soul. ”
She leaned back and stared at him, seeing the intensity in his eyes, the light green seeming to glow inside his dark face as the sensual fulfillment relaxed his features.
“No more dreams,” she whispered. “Just this. ”
“Just this. ”
This being more than love, more than lust. It was the dream, the hidden wish, and the fulfillment of two hearts meeting, two souls merging.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And I’m looking forward to many many naughty nights in your arms, Dawg. ”
“Many,” he promised. “Many naughty nights in my heart. ”
There, in the center of the room where it had all begun eight years before, the future began. For Dawg and Crista.
Weeks Later
Natches listened to the sounds of the night. It was late Summer. The lake was filled with those determined to take advantage of every second of the final days of summer.
Kids laughed, parents chided, teenagers dashed about the docks, and the sound of boats returning for the night filled the air with life.
