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    She wanted him on the edge. Wanted him to take her hard and fast this first time. First time. Oh yeah, that sounded nice.
    “Why don’t you pull the covers back while I strip and sheathe my cock?”
    She pressed one more kiss and watched his abdominal muscles clench and ripple as she pulled away. She licked her lips again, tasting him on them before nodding.
    He released her hair and she sat and watched for a minute as he toed off his shoes and shucked the jeans and boxers in a heap on top of them. Reaching down, he pulled first one sock and then the other off before standing back up. Their eyes clashed before hers dropped, watching as he palmed his cock and gave it a stroke and a squeeze before using his other hand to roll the condom on.
    Belatedly she turned over to pull the comforter back and heard him catch his breath. She glanced back and saw his eyes fixated on her ass, which was right in front of him now that she was on her hands and knees.
    “Don’t move,” he whispered. “I want you just like that.” She watched him jerk his gaze up to meet her eyes. “You okay with that?”
    One hand came out to rub over her ass and dip down to finger her pussy from behind. She shuddered a breath. “Yes.”
    “Back up just a bit,” he urged and his hands guided her back so that her knees were close to the edge. He moved between her legs, pressing her knees just a bit wider as he stepped into position behind her.
    One hand pressed on her lower back, urging her to bend forward just a bit more and she rested her elbows on the bed, leaning down so that her face was buried in her forearms. Her hips shifted higher, better opening her to his gaze and cock.
    She felt his hands on her, fingers stroking through her drenched folds as if making sure she was ready. Then she felt the head of his cock. He let his shaft glide along her wet pussy lips, adding her cream to the pre-lubed condom. He stroked her that way, letting the head bump against her clit with every stroke.
    “I won’t last long this first time, Dee.” His voice was rougher, deeper. “But I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
    “Just fuck me,” she begged, surprising them both.
    With a groan he let the head lodge in her opening and pressed inside her. One torturously slow thrust that continued until he filled her completely. When he was buried as deep as he could get he stopped and held still. His hands clenched at her hips and she knew she would bear his marks on her skin come morning.
    “Jack,” she whispered, and her pussy clenched around him.
    “Fuck,” he swore, his breath coming harder and faster. “Give me a minute, baby. Just a minute.”
    She tried to hold still, even turned her right palm so that she could bury her teeth into the fleshy pad there to hold back her cries for him to move. He was close. He’d told her that. But that was okay because she was too. Her pussy clenched and released around his cock again and his hands did the same where they gripped her hips.
    “Fuck,” he said.
    “Yes,” she agreed.
    And finally, praise Jesus, he did just that. Slow and easy at first he pumped in and out of her, never quite pulling all the way free before thrusting deep again. He was deep, so incredibly deep, and it was all she could do to muffle her screams of pleasure.
    His tempo picked up, growing faster with every stroke, his cock pushing harder and impossibly deeper. She swore she could feel him all the way into her womb.
    “I’m coming,” he moaned.
    “Yes,” she moaned. Permission if he wanted it. Agreement if he needed it. She wanted him to come, could feel another orgasm beginning for her.
    He cried out and the hard timbre washing over her sent her spiraling off the edge again into mindless pleasure. He slammed deep and stayed there, flexing his hips to the point that he lifted her knees clear off the bed and had her sliding farther down on his shaft.
    She screamed, couldn’t contain it as intense pleasure and pain mixed at how