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nightstand.
    “No,” she said. “Not for us…this. I’m safe. Trust me.”
    Ian hesitated only a second. She knew he trusted her and could see that he wanted it too. To make it all perfect.
    He smiled. “Me too.”
    This won’t take long , she thought. Just a few strategic writhing motions with just the right pressure on her swollen clit and she would be over the edge, lost in the throes of orgasm.
    “Oh god,” she groaned, sliding gingerly downward. “Oh my fucking god.”
    The feeling of power and control was dizzying.
    The last time a man had let her be on top was years ago. Hank, the golf pro. But that had only been because he was nearly passed out. He had gone limp in the process, snoring before she had been able to reach desperately needed relief. She had tiptoed to the bathroom so as not to wake Hank and tended to her needs, pushing her tingling finger over her clit, producing the correct stimulation.
    She was quite certain she wouldn’t have that problem with Ian. He was very much awake, not to mention sexy as the devil, his body lean and hard, his cock ready to please.
    Squeezing his shaft with the muscles of her pussy, she lifted, slowly separating them. When she had nearly dislodged him, she paused, took a deep breath.
    Ian groaned.
    “Missing something?” she asked mischievously.
    “You know what it is, you little imp.”
    “That’s no way to address your sex goddess.” Nikky gave his nipple a playful pinch, just hard enough to get his attention. His eyes lit up. She was pulling the lion’s tail and she knew it.
    “I need you,” he said. “I need you to take me back inside you.”
    Nikky should probably have made him sweat a little more but she was too damn desperate herself.
    “That’s it, baby,” he prodded, encouraging her to fully impale herself on his cock. “Take what you need, take my cock, fuck me like every man in your life has ever fucked you.”
    Ian’s words gave her pause.
    She sat down on his cock, still fully inside her. “Is that what this is about? Am I a charity case for you? Taking on the pathetic ex-cheerleader whose sex life is now and always will be a fucking joke?”
    “You know it’s not like that, Nikky .”
    “So what is it like?”
    “I told you, it’s about me giving you what you need. Do you want me to beg? Will that turn you on?”
    Nikky frowned. “And that’s another thing. The more you make this just about my pleasure, the more I start wondering what you get out of it. And don’t tell me you’ve got some kind of do-good list like that Earl guy on TV because you never did anything wrong to me in the first place.”
    “Just relax,” he urged as he reached up for her breasts, molding them, kneading the tingling flesh with his warm fingertips. It was such a good fit, it felt so damn comfortable. She could swear they had been doing this their whole adult lives.
    “This is about me too, Nikky . You need to trust me too. Right now, I need you to fuck me. I want to come underneath you. I want to be ridden. I want to be pushed to the limits, your orgasm ripping into mine. Make us one, Nikky , take us there, like animals.”
    “You always did a have way with words, Ian,” she sighed. “Oh fuck it,” she said, repositioning herself for another go, her hips astride his lean waist.
    No turning back now. Moaning, she lifted her ass and emptied her pussy of his cock, inch by aching, agonizing inch.
    A part of her wanted to stay just like that forever, achingly empty but ever so close. Sweet torture, needing him inside of her, yearning and lost as though it had been a thousand years and not mere seconds since they had been coupled.
    Inevitably she collapsed downward, letting him fill her again, seducing him with her heat and power. And began to ride him in earnest.
    “Ian,” she groaned. “Oh…Ian.”
    “Come on, baby, let it out, let it go.”
    Nikky screamed. She had her head back, her hair cascading about her shoulders, the sensations ripping