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to manipulate into place.  She straddled me and I held my cock with one hand, touching the crown to her pussy, opening her with my rigid shaft.  The tightness of her astounded me, like pushing into a juicy, magical fist.  Each little gain was a triumph laced with a torrent of gratification.  This wasn’t just the derivation of pleasure; it was winning, conquering the world, fulfilling every earthly purpose with each determined drive.
    I couldn’t hold back.  I had to have more, to get deeper.  I held her hips with my hands, forcing myself into the moist compression.  I was bucking into her like some kind of rodeo hero.  She made little moans and dug her fingertips into my shoulders.  Tiny bites that barely registered but that might have signalled the beginnings of a plea to slow down, to be careful.
    In my mind I was slowing down and treading carefully but my body was speeding up.  My need was a wounded bull in a sea of red flags.
    Holding her in place and continuing the forceful rhythm, I reached for the vibrator.  Flicking it on with one finger, I held it against her backside, burrowing between the rounded mounds of her ass, lightly pushing into the place I wanted it.  I didn’t plan on pushing too far.  She was new at all this.  Two days ago she’d been a starry-eyed virgin.  I already knew I was pushing her hard.  I just held it there, gently urging with slippery, cyclical pressure as I lifted into her, sliding deep, again and again.  My thumb found her clit and skated across it, caressing in unrelenting glides.
    I worked the rhythm so all sources of sensation converged into one.  Incrementally, I increased the pace.
    Her low cry was untamed, a sound a small, feral animal might make.  “Alexander,” she breathed.  “Please.  Please.  I can’t.  Too much.  Can’t.  Please.”  Her speech was slurred with the effects of her rising orgasm.  I could feel it coming.  Her pussy was tightening.  Her clit was a little rigid nub.  Her whole body was damp and writhing with surrender.
    “Kiss me,” I said.  She seemed to barely comprehend.  She leaned forward, her breasts bobbing and touching my chest.  She didn’t so much as kiss me as offer her mouth to me.  I slipped my tongue into her.  I wanted  to absorb the sound s she made as I thrust into her, driving her past the point of no return.
    She moaned into my mouth as her pussy began its voluptuous spasm s, clenching so strongly around my cock the pain was exquisite, gripping and pulling the pleasure from my body in gushing, seedy surges.  Lila’s body was coiled over me, wholly overcome, rolling and grinding as though to ease the excesses.
    Her movement slowed until she was limp and boneless on top of me.  But I wouldn’t let her disengage.  Not yet.  I pushed into her again, forcing her body onto mine with my hands and the buzzing, invading toy.  I coaxed another orgasm from her, rocking against her and in her until she whimpered, mindless, from the force of her final release.
    I flicked off the vibrator, easing it from her body and tossing it aside.  I let her lay there for a while.  She was completely spent, dazed and replete.  I lifted her and took her to the shower.  I used the European-style shower head to wash her, holding the pulsing jet carefully, intimately, to bring her to yet another dreamy, cyclical rise.  I dried her with a towel and carried her back to the bed, holding her in my arms for a few minutes.  Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful.  Her head rested against my chest and I could feel the downy silk of her hair draped across me.
    I’ d never considered myself a deviant but my thoughts were sliding into crazy, crafty directions.  I reminded myself she was not only my lover but my employee.  I could remove her from the distractions of this city for a while, to a place where she knew no one except me.  I wanted her to be entirely dependant on me for everything.  I wanted her to need me.  And