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but she could tell the moment of reckoning was imminent. His breathing had turned ragged, not from exertion but from holding off his own release. Veins bulged in his arms and neck as he worked her on his steely cock. Still he managed to make his way to the big carton overflowing with pieces of fabric, everything from filmy silk scarves to fuzzy faux-fur throws. She gasped as he kicked over the box, which spewed its multicolored contents onto the floor, directly under an enormous skylight. Buttery sunlight puddled on the cloth.
    Kon rearranged the pile with one long foot and answered the question evident on her face. “I’m building you a love nest, my dear.” He turned and lowered them to the floor, lying back on the mound of fabric so that she straddled him, still impaled.
    Finally! Something she could control. Darla rode him hard, and he let her set the pace. He reached around her bottom, touching the place where they were joined, gathering her juices. She was unprepared when his slick finger slid higher and caressed her anus.
    “Kon!” She tried to squirm away from the unfamiliar sensation.
    “It’s okay.” His other hand gripped her ass, holding her still. “I won’t hurt you. Relax for me, sweetheart.”
    “I—I can’t.”
    “Shh... Darla...” Kon held her gaze as his finger gently probed. “Are you telling me no one’s ever touched you here?”
    She didn’t bother to answer, knowing he could see it in her face, in her body’s alarmed response. She supposed she must appear laughably inexperienced to him, but he wasn’t laughing. He was staring into her eyes, and the way he looked at her, it was as if no man had ever seen her before, really seen her.
    Darla took a deep breath, willing her muscles to relax. Kon began fucking her once more, his finger thrusting and withdrawing along with his cock. It was a stunning sensation, being penetrated in both openings at once, and before she knew it, Darla found herself responding, found herself welcoming the novel intrusion. She let go of all her trepidations, her inhibitions, and let herself simply feel for the first time in her life.
    Her second orgasm was more powerful than the first, if that was possible. It was as if her body didn’t belong to her, and she was grateful for Kon’s big hands locking her to him, grounding her. He came in the same instant with a hoarse cry, his eyes rolling back, his hips snapping hard against her. She felt his hot seed spurt deep inside as her pussy convulsed, drinking it all in.
    They continued to rock against each other for a few moments, savoring the aftershocks. Finally Darla collapsed in a sated heap, and Kon rolled them onto their sides on his makeshift nest, their legs entwined. He kissed her, deep and tender, running his hands over her body in long, soothing strokes.
    She half dozed for a few minutes, nuzzling his chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. At last he gently untangled their limbs and moved away. She listened to his footfalls recede, feeling cool emptiness where he had just been.
    Darla rolled onto her back and stretched, gazing at the grimy skylight overhead, at dust motes lazily drifting in shafts of sunlight. So this was what it felt like to be thoroughly loved.
    Wrong. She was thoroughly fucked, and in more ways than one. An image of her fiancé sprang into her mind, and she determinedly pushed it away. Not yet. There would be time for that later, for guilt and self-recrimination. For painful decisions.
    She watched Kon stride toward her, clearly comfortable in his naked skin, a study in pure masculine grace. He carried his camera, which he set on the floor nearby, and a damp washcloth.
    “What, still conscious?” A teasing smile touched his eyes as he knelt next to her.
    “You’re slipping.” She gave a regretful little shake of the head. “Guess you’ll just have to keep trying.”
    That prompted a full-blown grin. He folded the washcloth and lightly pressed it between her legs. It