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hit my pussy and drip through me, my nipples standing on end. I pushed my ass into him, took his hand and brought it to my breast. He writhed his cock into me, caressing my breast.
    I rolled to my stomach and rose up on my forearms and knees. "Take me like this," I said.
    Jeff rose up to his knees behind me, palmed my ass with both hands and spread me apart, and now I felt the first touch of his tongue to my sex, an erotically slow lick up the length of my pussy, followed by another, each striking deeper, starting at my nub and moving upward to my perineum. Each swipe of his tongue had my hips bucking, had me rocking forward and back into him.
    Gentle and slow and relentless and methodical, this was his way, bringing me to a gasping, whimpering climax in a puddle on the bed. Then he entered me, dipping a finger into me and following it with his cock and driving deep. I was collapsed on my face, still shuddering from the first orgasm when he drove into me, and I immediately, automatically rose back up to push back into him.
    What I wanted, then, was for him to lose himself in me, to make him forget the gentility. I wanted his pleasure in me to be...rapturous, a turn around for the way he'd so carefully brought me to climax.
    I rocked backwards into every thrust, moaning with each motion.
    "Yes, Jeff, yes," I said, "Take me, take me hard."
    "Don't wanna hurt you," he grunted.
    He was moving faster now, gliding into me with his hands on my back, pulling me into him.
    "You won't, I promise."
    I slammed my ass into him, forcing him deeper, and again, and now he was beginning to lose control, growling low his throat, a long rumble as he pushed into me.
    "Yes, yes," I gasped, "Just like this. God yes, it feels so good."
    He was gripping my hips now, jerking me onto his cock, all technique abandoned, moving furiously. The explosions began, going from zero to full bore within seconds, from devouring his cock and loving it to frenzied orgasm within the space of a single thrust.
    He came into me, clawing his fingers down my spine, thrusting slow and so wonderfully hard, my tits bouncing. His seed filled me, a hot jet spurting throughout me, drilled harder and deeper as he continued to climax.
    I was shrieking with every thrust of his cock into me, sometimes whimpering his name, sometimes a wordless wail of ecstasy. His crushing thrusts slowed, finally, and he withdrew, pulling me down back into his arms.
    "Goddamn, Anna. You make me feel so good," Jeff said, breathless.
    I rolled into him, kissed him hard and full of passion. " So good. So good."
    Silence, filled with our hands exploring each other's bodies, an almost idle survey of skin.
    "I'm hungry," Jeff said. "How about some dinner?"
    * * *
    Maggiano's was busy, humming with subdued energy. It was a Saturday night, and from what I knew, you had to have reservations to get a table here on the weekends, but somehow Jeff had managed it.
    I stood next to him as we waited for the host. He was dressed simply, in blue jeans and a crisp, spotless white button-down, plain brown leather belt and polished dress shoes, but he made it look formal, almost dressy. I realized again how attractive he really was.
    When the host led us to our booth, Jeff's hand found my skin between my shoulder blades, where my dress left my back bare, and even that small amount of contact left me trembling. A gentle, casual touch, but it was enough to make me want to feel his hand brushing down my back, sweeping across my naked backside again...
    My sexual frustration was gone, but in its place was a raging, insatiable hunger. Now that I'd felt Jeff, had him, been in his bed and experienced his slow, thorough plundering, I couldn't get enough.
    His dark eyes roved the restaurant, his big, warm hand holding mine gently. His presence next to me, his hand in mine...it felt natural, easy, and comfortable. But at the same time there was a sense of nerves in my belly, nerves and something else, a burning, fluttering of