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boy,” Allie said. A tumble of black
wavy hair swept across her eyes. She pressed against him wearing her
business attire: light khaki slacks, and a tight blouse that hugged
each breast. The outfit was a tactical weapon.
    Rick twisted his
trapped hand away lightly and pulled her hips towards his. “Talking
medicine all day to those stiff suites got you all fired up don’t
it? Well, I’ll let you take it out on me this once.” He leaned
down to kiss her, his back against the hallway wall.
    Allie obliged, and then
pulled herself away, leading Rick by the hand into the bedroom. She
moved with the grace of silk poured against a breeze, her body still
had the vitality of a woman in her twenties.
    He nodded in approval,
as she leaned over the nightstand and lit a candle.
    “Are you going to
just stand there staring, or are you coming to tuck me in?” Allie
asked, unbuttoning her blouse and tilting her head.
    He walked over to her
and loosened the few remaining buttons on her shirt, exposing her
olive skin. She lay on the bed and pulled down her khaki’s,
exposing black lace panties that matched her bra. He disrobed and
stood at edge of the bed, enjoying the view.
    “What do you think
you are looking at?” Allie said, grinning.
    “My beautiful
girlfriend . . . I wish I had a picture of you just like that . . .
would make one hell of a Christmas card.” He climbed onto the bed,
over Allie and kissed her lips. She responded by pushing the tip of
her tongue into his mouth.
    Grinding her with his
briefs still on, Rick felt the blood rush below. Her tight, toned
body was difficult to handle at times: her breasts were pushed up by
the lacy bra, the striations of her stomach muscles writhed in
response to Rick’s imposition; he had to take it slow.
    As he undid her bra,
she arched her back in acquiescence. He pulled off his briefs, and
moved her lace panties over, and ran his fingers up the warm, wet
skin. He moved them in a circular motion, and slid his index finger
inside of her. Her hips pushed up, and she moaned softly.
    “Are you going to
tease me all night, or are we going to get down to business?” Allie
pulled Rick by the crook of his elbow towards her.
    Rick introduced himself
inside her slowly, keeping her panties pulled to the side.
Self-preservation through the first few moments was critical. Allie
was by far the most attractive woman Rick has ever been with and it
was a challenge to contain himself each time, even after the five
years. He always felt like he had to prove his worth.
    After a few slow
thrusts, the sensation for immediate release dissipated, and he began
to find his rhythm. He tried to think of something else to keep him
from slipping into the danger zone: wool socks, flu shots, yard work,
but his thoughts slipped to last week, when he and Allie attended a
dinner for a retiring sales rep at her company. Allie introduced him
to one of the younger guys she worked with, a stud in his suit and
slicked back hair. Rick caught him looking at Allie’s ass as they
walked away.
    Rick’s thrust
increased in intensity and became almost violent. Allie responded
with a loud “Yes.” She began to tense up and gasp wordlessly:
Rick usually had to work pretty hard to get Allie to this point.
Anger blossomed from inside of him, he wanted to hurt her a little,
wanted to turn her beauty against her. He reached over to the night
stand and took the lit candle and drizzled hot wax on her right
nipple. Gasping in pain then pleasure, Allie upraised her hips,
taking all of Rick into her. Inside, he felt her tighten around him,
and she wailed in an uncontrolled throe that indicated submission.
    Tonight, submission
wasn’t enough. He wanted to tip the scale in his favor, to not
tread water, just this one night. When Allie settled back into her
senses, he slowly escalated his thrusts, and reached down, ripping
her panties off. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks, massaging them
roughly, and buried himself deep inside her.