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shoulder to the bed and threw her leg over his waist.
    “First things first. The pants need to come off.”
    Before she could reach any lower he had already shimmied his jeans to his ankles. She reached back and dropped them to the floor.
    “I’m liking the lack of underwear Mr. McMillan.”
    “Anything for you, Hannah.” He smiled and her heart melted. She was in trouble. “But,” he continued, “you have me at a disadvantage ma’am.”
    His hands unbuttoned her shorts and she rose up for him to pull them from her hips. She placed her hands on both sides of his head and lowered her lips to his neck as she rubbed her wet pussy over the length of his cock.
    “I don’t think so, not yet,” he said and flipped her onto her back in one smooth movement. He began sucking her nipple while letting his hand wander between her legs, moving his fingers lightly over her and making her hips arch in need.
    “You’re killing me, Charlie. I want you so much.”
    He lifted his head and brought his lips to hers while parting her legs with his knee to move himself between them. She felt the tip of his hard cock as it pressed against her and all she could think was what it would feel like to have him all the way inside of her, to be filled with him. She lifted her hips begging him to enter but he just raised himself and his eyes roamed her face.
    “If I’m never here again, I want to remember this moment,” he said.
    “Why wouldn’t we be here again, Charlie?”
    She raised her hands to his jaw and guided his mouth back to hers, muffling her moan of pleasure and relief while sinking into her. She could barely control herself and moved her hips in unison with his. Running her hands down his back she squeezed his firm, gorgeous ass and pushed him deeper inside until there was nowhere else for him to go. Delicious desire coursed through her body and threatened to take her to a place of oblivion. She was already beyond words.
    “You’re so wet and tight,” he gasped as he picked up his pacing and pressed his lips against hers.
    She breathed in his every exhale and rocked against him, each stroke deepening the yearning for release as it built in her core. She felt his body shift and he pulled her up.
    “Now, you can be on top,” he said.
    She stretched her body upwards and reached down taking his dick in her hands as she guided him into her.
    “Oh my God,” she groaned as the new angle of his thrust sent shivers up her spine. She raised and lowered her body again, squeezing her muscles around him as she moved. Each thrust hit her in exactly the right spot and she felt herself building to climax.
    “I want you to come,” he whispered.
    She threw back her head and rode him with no thought of what she looked like, no thought of what was happening between them, no care in the world except the pleasure that his body was giving her. When she felt his palm slide up against her clit she knew that coming was inevitable. She felt her body begin to shake and her hips jolted with each pulse of the orgasm that seemed to roll on and on.
    She collapsed onto his chest and he rolled her to the side, slowly moving inside of her again. She caught her breath and began to match the rhythm of his strokes. She heard his breathing get faster and she knew he was close. She pushed back into him, taking him deeper inside, and felt a small tug of satisfaction when he came with her name on his lips.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER six
     
     
    "I can't believe I'm finally here." Hannah said as she admired the view of Central Park from on top the Metropolitan Museum of Fine Arts. "It looks so familiar, like I've seen it all so many times before."
    "You have. It’s in movies, the morning news shows, even from the plane when you flew over. It's crazy how something you have seen a million times before can be so new and overwhelming when you see it from a different perspective," he said.
    "Hmmm. Are we talking about my view of the park or my view of you,