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merging. His lips grazed my shoulders and his fingers dug into my hips and thighs, straining for
control.
I felt his muscles tense around me, and then there was a dizzy moment when the room span and
rolled and suddenly he was on top me, his weight heavy but not crushing, his cock thrusting more fully
now but not crashing. His mouth found my nipples, and he nipped my erect, sensitive nubs with his
teeth, drawing little shrieks from me.
"God, you are so responsive," he said, curling my hair into his fingers.
He tugged my head backward and ran his lips on my throat and down to my breasts in a line of
moist, fiery, kisses.
"Responsive?" I could only gasp the word.
"The way you react to what I'm doing. You make a noise every time I touch you. I love it."
He was moving more vigorously now, drawing himself out farther and pushing back in, and I
moaned with each motion of his hips, each delicious stroke of his cock. I couldn't help the sounds I
was making, they were being drawn from me, pulled out of my throat like an illusionist pulling a
string of multi-colored scarves hand over hand.
"I'm not usually so noisy," I said, planting a kiss on his cheek, his jaw, and finally his lips.
"Don't stop," he said. "I love it. I love the noises you make."
"Then don't stop what you're doing," I told him, smiling against his mouth.
"Not for anything," he promised.
He pulled out so only the very tip of his cock was in me, hooked my legs over his shoulders and
drew his knees underneath him. The entire weight of my lower half was now supported by his cock
and my legs on his shoulders. My hands clutched the comforter, clawing with desperate strength as he
started to drive himself into me, slow at first, then with increasing speed. My hips ground against him,
and now I was taking his cock in its entirety, the full length plunging in and ramming against my walls,
slipping with slick speed back out, only to crush in again, squishing with the juices leaking from my
throbbing tissues.
My moans were vocal now, not just whimpered breaths, but fully-voiced cries of pleasure. He
joined me, growling and grunting, a ravaging beast with wild eyes and flashing muscles, sweat-
sheened and sensual. He was growing frantic in his thrusting, and I felt a tremor begin in my thighs, a
shaking of the muscles at first. I was helpless to slow my bucking hips, rising up onto the small of my
back and rolling my pussy onto him, moaning non-stop now.
The tremors spread like wildfire to my vaginal muscles, and up to my stomach, my lungs, my arms
and legs, until I was thrashing as if possessed. He was pistoning into me, mouth wide in a building
roar. The tremors became an earthquake, and then a tectonic shifting, my entire body convulsing, and
still I wasn't in full orgasm and neither was he.
I was crying out now, louder than my voice had ever gone and I was completely in his thrall, taken
by him, my body brought to an apex of sensation. He bellowed, then, and his cock pulsed and thrust in
a hard, staccato rhythm and I felt him come, felt his muscles tense and he leaned into my legs. I saw
stars then, as my own orgasm began, pinpricks of white across my vision, little dots of non-color
spreading out to each other until all the world was white and my body was locked in a spasm, ecstasy
so intense and unending and unrelenting I couldn't even cry, couldn't sob or breathe or even blink. His
cock continued to dive into me, pushing the explosions in my body hotter, higher, more potent. I
thought I was being ripped into two by pure, unadulterated pleasure, and still he thrust, still he came.
A single thought passed through my mind: I wanted him bare inside me, so I could feel his seed
wash through me. Nothing else mattered but achieving that sensation, consequences be damned.
Thought was banished, then, as the detonations rolled through me, convulsing me, and somehow
my legs were on the bed and his weight was on me and still he was fluttering his cock into me,
drawing the very last dregs of sensation out of me.
My breath came back in a heady, dizzy rush, and I realized part of the reason I'd seen stars was I'd
been literally, physically unable to breathe, so intense was my orgasm.
I heard a choking sound, and felt my chest heaving, and I realized the sound was me, sobbing
uncontrollably, bawling and shuddering.
Shane realized it as soon as I did, and immediately rolled off me, cupping my cheek in his hand. "I
hurt you." He seemed frightened of the thought, abjectly sorrowful. "You're crying."
I shook my head and forced breath into my lungs, shoved the tears away.
"No, no. Shane..." I rolled over to flop onto his chest and his arm wrapped me into him. "I'm
crying because I've never...because you just fucked me breathless."
"Is that a good thing?" He was searching my eyes, still looking worried.
"Oh god yes. Hell yes." I couldn't figure out how to make him understand what I'd just
experienced. "You've ruined me, you know."
"What?" He looked panicked. "I used a condom, you saw me put it on."
I laughed, realizing how that had sounded. "No, I just meant you've ruined me for all other men. It's
impossible for anyone to ever do that to me again."
Shane sighed in relief. "Shit, you scared me."
"Sorry. I just can't express how what you did to me felt. I didn't know sex could be like that."
He grinned and squeezed me in a one-armed hug. "Oh, Leo. You've been so badly deprived, then."
He rested his hand on my hip, then cupped my ass.
I wiggled my butt into his hand. I loved how he touched me. And then I worried about how often
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