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before long, he realized he'd been successful.
     
    Her orgasm made her knees buckle completely, but Red was there to hold her up. Missy came with a cry, her eyes clenched shut, her body clenching around his fingers. Red eased up, but only a little, preferring to prolong the ecstasy as much as he could. She whimpered his name before throwing her head back, moaning.
     
    "Oh my god," she breathed, slowly unsheathing her fingernails from his shoulders. He leaned back, hands hovering on either side of her in case she toppled over, and when their eyes met, he grinned. But the lust hadn't faded from her gaze, his favourite shade of green still soaked in need, and he soon found her pushing him back onto the couch. Well, directing him—even if she tried really hard, he seriously doubted Missy could actually push him anywhere. Not against his will, anyway—and this definitely wasn't against his will.
     
    She scrambled onto him again, straddling his hips as she kissed him. There was a feverish quality to her touch now, her mouth parted and tongue tangled with his, and he felt her heat dampen his jeans. His hands roamed the planes of her body, pausing only when she shifted back and yanked open the button of his pants, the zipper following shortly. A part of him wanted to tell her she didn't have to do this. There was no mandate saying they had to fuck tonight.
     
    But then he thought better of it. She'd been the one directing this ride so far, and he wasn't about to step in and tell her what to do.
     
    Her grip was firm, confident, and Red's head lolled back as Missy stroked the full length of his dick. Up and down her fist went, pausing here and there to tease the sensitive tip, pre-cum coating them both. He watched her, unable to look away, until he couldn't keep it in anymore. He had to have her—now. Shifting up, he pulled his thin wallet out of his back pocket, from which he produced a condom. The final test. There was no going back from here, no taking away the implications of it all. Missy stared at the green square wrapper for a moment, then plucked it from his hand and ripped it open.
     
    No woman had rolled a condom on before. It had always been that awkward pause between foreplay and sex, but when Missy did it, the transition was seamless. She leaned forward, brushing her breasts against his chest, nipples hard as diamonds over his heated skin, and then slid the rubber on slowly, licking her lips as she did so.
     
    "Fuck," he whispered, his cock just about ready to explode. She grinned, a sense of unease about her, then placed her hands on his shoulders and positioned herself over his painfully erect cock. Their eyes met, both burning with desire, and Red finally grasped her hips and eased her onto him. He hissed at first contact. She was tight—wonderfully so. Her pussy sheathed him, like it was where he was supposed to fit, as she sunk all the way to the hilt. A soft moan escaped her, so sweet and quiet, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
     
    For a few moments, they were still. Wrapped in another another's arms, intimately connected, they simply held one another. It was Red who eventually started to rock her hips back and forth, his hands on her waist to guide her. His cock couldn't take the stillness anymore—he needed the friction or he'd probably pass out. In time, she found her own rhythm, occasionally rising and falling, and eventually, she rode him. Their hips bucked together, and while Red would have liked nothing more than to pin her to the wall and drive into her over and over again, he held back.
     
    Instead, he gently eased her into her back and climbed on top, careful to not rest his full weight on her or catch her hair under his arm. Even in a different position, Missy hugged him, her legs wrapped snuggly around his hips, ankles crossed behind his back. Cradling her to him, Red thrust into her with gritted teeth, so overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all that it was hard to think. She felt