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the brink. Willing it to give up
control with each hard shaking breath that he took.
    “It hurts. Hurts ,” Orèlan cried,
writhing her hips beneath him.
    “Hold still, baby. Please, hold still,”
Wyndham whispered, urgently cupping Orèlan’s face with one hand,
while he held his hips solid against her movements. He heaved
another hard and aching breath. “Baby, please look at me. Look at me, Orèlan,” he urged raggedly. Orèlan’s beautiful
face was ravaged with tears and confusion as her golden gaze
tripped fearfully over his, while her fingernails dug painful
gouges into the muscles of his back “I will not move,” he vowed
stoutly.
    “Oh-h,” she gasped a panting breath that
turned into a hiccup-sob.
    “Baby,” he whispered rubbing his forehead
against her feverish temple. “Try to breathe, sweetheart, just a
few slow breaths.” She managed, and her fingernails retreated from
their painful digging. “It will be all right,” he murmured against
her cheek. “I promise you.”
    “Si, Wyndham,” she breathed, finally hugging
her arms partway around his back. Her knees, which were bent upward
on either side of his hips, lost their tragic tenseness and folded
inward to rest on his hips.
    He plucked her lips once, tenderly and
softly, with his. “Does it still hurt so badly?” He did not allow
her to answer as he dipped his head again, plucking her lips and
sliding the flat tip of his tongue lazily over her bottom lip.
    “Oh mmm,” she purred as she followed his lips
with her pouted mouth.
    “Can you feel me pulsating inside you?” he
asked in a murmur around her lips.
    “Oh si,” she sighed and her inner muscles
crimped, and then released around his cock.
    “ A- God,” he groaned. “You, little
vixen.” He hung his head and he felt sweat drip down his jaw. “I
cannot move, Orèlan, . . . my leg. I am going to perish.”
    Orèlan laughed, and he groaned at the
sensation along his cock. Christ, her inner muscles were strong,
they were stubborn like she was. “But, my golden puma, I do not
hurt for a little while now. But this, I have not said, because I
love to kiss you."
    “Will you get on top of me, Orèlan?” he asked
in a whisper against her ear.
    “On top?” she questioned, darting the tip of
her tongue forward to catch a drop of sweat on his square chin.
    “It is the only way we can finish this before
I expire, Spitfire,” he growled. Then, he rolled their bodies,
ignoring the sharp pain in his leg. Orèlan squealed at the surprise
move, and then she was straddling him as he lay on his back. He
grasped the feminine flesh of her hips as she braced her hands upon
his chest. She appeared bewildered, yet then slowly calculating in
a purely feminine way. He could see her mind working in her gaze as
she tested the feel of this new position, and then she realized
what power in their joining she might have astride. She was vibrant
and alive and beautiful beyond compare. Yet, he would not allow her
everything.
    He was the man. Her man. But
ultimately the conqueror. He rose to a sitting position holding
Orèlan’s satiny bare back. His bad leg was straight and his good
one was bent with her settled in the cradle of his hips.
    “ Yum, Wyndham,” she purred at the
movement, which caused his dick to jab deeply inside her heat and
fire, making him grit his teeth. “This feels very good, my golden
puma.”
    She rubbed the hard and jutting spokes of her
aroused nipples across his chest as he grasped the back of her head
and pulled downward to kiss her. At that moment with one arm braced
behind him, he humped his hips upward, lifting her to fall as he
pumped again. “Oo , Wyndham,” she gasped. It was not a cry of
pain this time. She was with him all the way, gazing at him
intently, as he lifted and dropped their bodies, teaching her the
rhythms.
    “ Oo , my Wyndham!” she cried
passionately, tossing her head backward, arching her neck as he
impaled her again. The heaviness of her supple