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My leg muscles had tightened from euphoria, trembling involuntarily and out of control. I couldn’t stay on my knees much longer, and I was almost grateful when he moved out from under me, allowing me a moment to slump down onto the cool bed sheets. Entirely spent, I listened to the sound of my pulse thudding in my ears. However, the telltale sound of foil ripping for the condom reminded me Alexander was not yet finished with me.

“Roll over. I want to see you when I take you,” he said huskily.

My strength had left me, and it was a struggle to do as he requested.

When I eventually managed to turn onto my back, he pulled my legs up and spread them wide, effectively exposing my swollen clitoris slick with his saliva. He hungrily drank in the sight, his palpable desire causing my pulse to quicken once again. Nestling his cock near my entrance, he slowly and deliberately pushed his way in.

I gasped when he began to move, never having come down fully from my orgasm. And just when I thought I couldn’t go any higher, he brought me to a whole new level. Pounding fast and hard, he brought a thumb to my clit, massaging the now over-sensitive bundle of nerves. I wrapped my legs around him, giving him better access to drive even deeper. It was too much, the pleasure unbearable.

“I-I can’t!” My words rushed out in a faltering cry.

“You can, and you will. Feel it, Krystina. Feel me, all of me.”

He stopped circling my clit, and instead just applied a small amount of pressure, intensifying the throb of the blood flow while his cock continued to thrust deep. With his other hand, he began to flick at one of my nipples, still rigid and straining through the clamp. The combination drove me mad.

I was wild for him.

“Oh, yes! I’m there. I’m there!” I cried out.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, full of pure and unadulterated ecstasy, as Alexander pushed me over the edge once again.

“You’re so tight, angel. I could spend the rest of the night buried in your heat,” he said in a guttural tone. “I want you to come for me again but wait for me this time. I want to come with you.”

I was still buzzing, almost delirious from the last one, panting and gasping for breath.

One more?

I wasn’t sure if I could do it again.

Alexander shifted his position upward. His fingers curled around my hips, and he pounded forward fast and deep, pushing into me with a brutality that took my breath away—possessing me further and harder than I thought possible, repeatedly hitting the pleasure point in my core.

“Oh, Alex. You feel so good,” I moaned.

My words seemed to drive him crazy, and he hammered home with an animal-like force. Within minutes, I felt that familiar ache, the build-up a steady roar in my ears until I finally released into a moment of astounding rapture. A muffled cry escaped my lips as something inside me snapped. The room around me became a blurry haze. My body involuntarily bucked upward as I began to pulse and clench around him again. Almost simultaneously, I felt him shudder.

“Ah, fuck—Krystina,” he grunted, pumping faster, milking his own release with every thrust.

He slumped down on top of me, blanketing me with his heat. We were both sticky from exertion, but I didn’t care. I wanted to savor his occasional twitch inside of me, the final echo of his release, prolonging those final few flutters of my own staggering climax.

When it seemed we’d both caught our breaths, he reluctantly and carefully pulled out, leaving me practically purring like a kitten.

“Stay here,” he said.

I glanced to my right and saw him walking into his bathroom. I heard a few cabinets opening and closing, then the water running. While he was gone, I had a vague awareness of the music still playing. The songs no longer spoke of wild passion and desire and were more soothing and fitting to my current state of being.

When Alexander returned, he began to wipe a warm washcloth between my legs, removing the remnants of our lovemaking. The tenderness and intimacy of his actions were surprising. And for the second time since meeting Alexander, I felt a little crack in my carefully built walls.

Careful now…it’s just the aftereffects of sex.

I had to watch my step before I was left with nothing but a pile of rubble.

However, I wanted to enjoy this time, at least for another minute. And as he climbed into bed, I pushed away the nagging worry that perhaps I liked this all a little too much and allowed him to pull me close against him.

I nestled my head against his chest.

Only for a minute, Cole.

Because a minute was all I could afford to give.