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I was enthralled and encouraged by her moans. The feeling of our ebbing and flowing the motion of me coursing in and out of her was magnificent.

My heart thudded wildly and all I could think about was the approaching climax.

I groaned and growled as our motions quickened. Carrie seemed to feed off me with inherent need and enthusiasm.

Our mutual sensual escalation seemed to be heightening at the same pace. That revelation alone was intensely invigorating.

The passion seemed to flow through both of us like an equally strong current, rendering everything else in the world completely useless.

Eventually, we were both breathing heavy, as our blood pumped with fervor through our veins; while it felt like every drop of fluid I had in my body was pumping to the core of my arousal, enlarging it, testing the bounds of Carrie’s tightness more with each amazing thrust.

Carrie screamed as I felt her need quake around me, escalating our mutual intoxication for one another.

Then, when I felt I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I allowed myself to release my love inside of Carrie. She used this as a springboard into her own illustrious oasis, while my head spun with a whirl of intense satisfaction.

Feeling the final release catapulted me into a sense of euphoria that I had never experienced before. Between the emotional attachment I had for this woman and the physical eruption of pleasure, in that moment, I became hopelessly, irrevocably enamored with Carrie.

I hoped to God that this feeling would last.

Once we were finished, I noticed that Carrie seemed restless.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, allowing humor to infiltrate my tone.

“Absolutely nothing,” she replied as a giggle escaped her.

“Then, what’s so funny?” I inquired.

“This is just so…strange and wonderful. I don’t want it to end, but I think I am too tired to go again.”

“Aww, come on…” I teased, “Why would you say that?”

Cassie laughed aloud now, snuggling into my chest.

“I want to do something,” she insisted after a moment of silence.

“What do you want to do? I think we’ve done a lot…” I answered in a heavily suggestive tone. “I’m exhausted.”

“Me too,” she admitted, “But I don’t want to sleep.” She shook her head and I reveled in the feel of her long, soft hair swaying over my bare chest. “Do you have any games?”

“Seriously?” I asked, trying to hide my laughter. “Do I look like the kind of person who has Pictionary just lying around? Or how about Twister…That should help your ankle,” I snorted a chuckle, though I could tell that she wasn’t exactly joking.

“I know you don’t have that…” Carrie answered, playfully insulted, “I’m not that much of an idiot. I was thinking, cards?”

“Oh, now you’re the one who’s being insulting.”

“What? Unless you’re one of those crazy men who plays chess with his dog, or himself, I thought a deck of cards would be a good suggestion. At least you could play Solitaire with the cards.”

“Wow, you’re just painting a lovely picture for me, aren’t you?” I insisted, easing myself out of her embrace and heading for the closet I probably hadn’t opened in years. I wasn’t even sure there was anything left in there that I could use, but I figured if there was anything, it would be in here.

“What do you have?” Carrie inquired as she watched me walk toward the cabinet.

“I’m…not sure?” I replied, opening the door, and peering inside.

Immediately, the dusky, musty smell hit me and nearly knocked me back. Standing corrected, I was sure I had never opened this closet, since I was the owner of the cabin. It certainly didn’t smell like it was utilized in at least a decade.

Seeing remnants of a life I would rather not think about, I sighed and shook my head, but pressed on, hoping that what I remember

ed would still be there.

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