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She twisted her fingers in his hair and jerked his head up to kiss him deeply as his sweat began to slicken the movements of their bodies against each other. He moaned in pleasure as she sucked his tongue with the same vigor that he sexed her.
What he lacked in skill he made up for in pure youth and strength.
Lord.
She admired the flexion of his muscles. His shoulders, arms, back, and buttocks. He was pure steel. His strokes glided up and down her walls. Her pleasure for him wettened her, slickening his moves.
Shit.
It was frenetic and kinetic. His pace was dizzying. Her mind felt scattered. Her senses were in overload.
Unable to deny herself, she sucked at his earlobe and whispered obscenities to him.
He paused.
She released a shaky breath, actually glad for the reprieve. Her heart was pounding so loudly she felt he could hear it as well.
He raised up to look down at her. “You good?” he asked.
“Hell, yeah,” she said, her voice breathless.
She looked up at the fierceness on his face. The handsome lines of his face and the wildness of his hair. Desire and some level of crazy caused by passion gave his slanted eyes a bright light. He was beautiful.
He studied her face as well, and she wondered about his thoughts but didn’t have a moment to ask as he began to stroke inside her again.
“So, you’re not a virgin,” she said.
He smiled a little. “No, I’m not.”
“Next time I’ll teach you about making love.Thisis fucking,” she said, gripping his arms and being turned on by his muscles.
He paused midstroke. “Should I stop?” he asked, his eyes concerned that he was wrong.
Silly boy.
“Definitely not.”
And it was on again.
Desdemona wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and held on for the ride. Each furious piston-like stroke was like a jolt of pure electricity. And when he stiffened to keep back another rise of his climax, she shook her head where it was buried against his neck.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
Loren roughly shoved his hands beneath her to grip her buttocks as he pumped away furiously until his hardness was like that of a bat before it throbbed with each of his releases inside her.
She had to fight not to sex him back and drain him of every drop.
Next time, she promised herself.
With a few final thrusts that were fractured, Loren’s body went slack atop hers.
She played with the curls of his hair as she released shallow breaths through pursed lips, waiting for her pulse and heartbeat to decelerate.
“What’s my score?” he asked, lifting up to look down at her.
“You and the filled condom are still in me, Lo,” she reminded him.
“Right,” he agreed.
