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tongue. He
lingered for a few delirious moments, his own hungry groans muffled against her
skin. When he finally slid his sleek, demanding tongue inside her vagina she
nearly came off the bed. She buried her face in her pillow along with her moans
of pure rapture.
    She was not the same woman she’d been just one
hour before. That woman could never have imagined such a joyous, unabashed
surrender to this stranger’s decadent touch. She felt reborn, released from all
the doubt and confusion that had weakened the bond of her mind and spirit with
her own inherent femininity.
    Her body expressed total acquiescence when he
eventually lifted himself up to straddle her legs again. She was clay in his hands,
allowing him to mold and position her as he pleased. Drifting on a cloud of
bliss, she scarcely heard the snap of the condom as he prepared to take her a
second time. Then he was pushing inside of her, his low grunts of pleasure
enhancing his slow but insistent excursion into her wet passage.
    He fell against her, chest heaving against her
back, rock-hard arms bracketing her head, his harsh breaths fanning her hair as
he rocked his hips forward and back. “So good,” he rasped. “So damn good.”
    She writhed beneath him, striving for even closer
contact, frenzied sounds of need bursting from her mouth. He felt so deep inside
of her, deeper than the first time, this new position and angle touching and
rubbing places she never knew existed within her own body.
    He moved one arm under her stomach, his hand
seeking and finding her clitoris. He rubbed and squeezed as he strove to push
even deeper inside of her, pressing her hips into the mattress. His other hand
cupped her face, angling her head to the side so he could cover her mouth with
his. He plunged his tongue inside, wickedly mimicking the thrust of his hips.
He tore his mouth away only long enough to catch his breath before capturing
her mouth once again. She responded in kind, instinctively sucking his tongue
deep inside her mouth as, down below, her inner walls clutched at him, urging
him on.
    He came unglued, his every motion and touch
kicking into high gear. He slid his mouth away from hers only to suck and bite
at the delicate place where her neck met her shoulder. His fingers continued to
rub her wet, swollen clitoris, compelling her to climax. Through a dark fog of
lust and pleasure filtered the knowledge that he was waiting for her, that he
wanted them to come together.
    Her whole being seemed to burst into glittering
shards of color as she willingly obeyed his unspoken plea. Light and heat
pulsed behind her closed eyes as her climax shattered inside and around her.
All feeling was pinpointed on that place where he throbbed deep inside her,
pulsating and shuddering in the throes of his own release. He was gasping and
moaning into her ear as he collapsed on top of her. Her rapture came as a long
wail, a decrescendo of sound that was uninhibited and profound.
    The afterglow lasted longer this time, setting
her adrift in a sea of sexual fulfillment. She was scarcely aware of him
eventually moving off of her and out of bed. The loss of his body heat was,
thankfully, only temporary, as she felt him return to her, drawing her onto her
side to cuddle against him. The last thing she remembered before she floated
into sleep was the touch of his hands, sure and possessive against her back as
he held her close.
    She came awake in the early morning hours to find
herself draped over his body, her legs on either side of his as he rubbed his
engorged shaft against her belly. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack, his
face smooth and relaxed as if he were still asleep.
    She gradually realized that he was still asleep,
apparently lost in a lusty dream as his hands roved up and down her back. He
whispered something unintelligible when he found her breasts, latching onto
them and rubbing his thumbs over the extended nipples.
    Sighing with pleasure, she sank into his touch,
half