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intimate flesh.
    He stared down
at her limp, flushed form as she panted out a mumbled series of, “Oh, God, oh,
God, oh God!” and tried to recover from her orgasms.
    Ander’s eyes
blurred over with desire and with a primitive pride that he had reduced a woman
as strong and articulate as Lori to this state.
    “So was that
lucky enough?” he asked, after giving her a minute to recover.
    His own body
was screaming at him to take her hard and fast, but she was sore from last
night and he wasn’t about to hurt her.
    “Oh, God, I
feel really, really lucky.” She reached up to caress his head.
    He stiffly
tilted it away from her hand. “Better not.” He was so aroused he might lose it
at any moment.
    “Poor Ander,”
she murmured. “Maybe you can get lucky too, after all.”
    His shoulder
stiffened. “But you’re sore.”
    “Not that bad. It
will be fine. Just don’t be too rough.” She fumbled with his trousers until
she’d freed his cock. “I want to, Ander. Really.”
    He could tell
she meant it, and he groaned in relief, positioned himself above her and then
sliding in with a careful thrust.
    She cried out
on the penetration, her voice drowning out his hum of helpless pleasure at the
feel of her around him.
    “Okay?” he
managed to say, holding himself up on shaking arms.
    “Oh, yeah. It’s
good.”
    He began to
thrust almost immediately, his control snapping. He moved in a fast, steady
rhythm, desperately trying to rein in his need so he wouldn’t be too rough.
    She was with
him, though, bucking up her hips eagerly to meet each of his thrusts. And soon
they were both gasping as they worked up toward release.
    Ander wasn’t
sure if Lori would be able to come again, but her cries of effort and pleasure
got louder until her body froze and then shuddered. Her climax pulled him over
the edge too, and he completely lost it as the pleasure clenched and then
exploded out through his cock.
    He must have
cried out as loudly as Lori did, although he wasn't conscious of doing so. The
next thing he was aware of was collapsing on top of her. He might have laid
there far too long had she not nudged him gently.
    He rolled off her
with a groan, too boneless and replete to even move. He had to meet with a
faculty member in twenty minutes now, and he wasn’t sure he had the energy to
make it to campus.
    After a while,
though, Lori turned her head to look at him. She studied him for a long time—so
long Ander actually felt rather self-conscious, since he wasn’t sure what she
was seeing in him.
     “Are you all
right?”
    Ander pulled
his eyebrows together. “What do you mean? That was great sex.”
    “I know it was.
That’s not what I meant. It just seems like maybe…maybe something else is
bothering you. Something not about the sex.” Her eyes were unusually soft as
they rested on his face. “Are you all right?”
    He wasn’t all
right. Not really.
    She reached out
to cup his cheek when he didn’t answer. “What’s bothering you, Ander? You know
you can tell me anything, right?”
    He wanted to
tell her. He desperately wanted to tell her, but he didn’t want to be that man,
the man he would be if he let down his defenses, if he let himself break more
than he was already broken.
    His father used
to tell him he was weak when he cried, weak when he complained, weak when he
asked for something he didn’t have.
    He’d rejected
everything about his father and was determined not to give the man any more
power over his life.
    This wasn’t
about his father. He wouldn’t let it be.
    What Ander
needed was far less important than what Lori needed, and he wasn’t going to
give her anything less.
    “I know,” he
said. “I’m really just tired from the trip.”

Three
     
    The next day, Ander was working
in the library when Lori called him, wondering if he was free for lunch.
    He was supposed
to have called her, but he’d gotten wrapped up in research and lost track of
time.
    Lori didn’t
sound annoyed at his