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done to resume his fierce pounding.  I watched the sweat drip down his forehead as he fucked me.  Now that he had made sure I got mine, he released himself and focused on his own pleasure, fucking me hard and fast like an animal. 
    There was something unbelievably sexy about Luke when he was fucking like he wanted.  Especially when combined with the fact that he had been such a considerate lover while I built up my orgasm.
    What a gentleman , my hazy post-orgasm brain said.  I snorted at the bizarreness of my after sex train of thought.
    Eventually his hips slowed, and I felt them buck against me as he came.  Once he was done and had pulled out, I began to sit up, but he pushed me down again.  His strong hands pinned me to the bed.  I looked down at him, confused.
    I raised an eyebrow.
    “No,” he said roughly.  “Stay there and open your legs again.  I want to make you come.”
    “I already came,” I laughed, batting him away.
    He locked eyes with me, his gaze on fire.
     “I know,” he growled.
    I looked up at him with wide, confused eyes, my heartbeat picking up again.  He grinned wolfishly and leaned down, biting my earlobe.  He moved his lips to my ear and growled:
    “I still want to eat that pretty pussy.”
    My lips parted in a moan I couldn’t suppress. 
    His mouth returned to my pussy, no longer gentle and slow but fierce and fast.  His tongue whipped against my clit as he ate me out, drawing me back to that orgasmic edge again.  Every once in a while, his tongue would travel further down, probing my insides and making me shake harder.  And then he would return to my clit, whipping it mercilessly and making me moan.
    Eventually it became too much, and I came again, trembling and moaning from the overwhelming pleasure of it.  My body shook with the sensation, every single nerve on fire and every cell burning.  I clutched the sheets in my fists and moaned, unable to think of anything other than how much I wanted Luke and how good he made me feel.
    Once I had recovered, I tried desperately to catch my breath.  I felt a tear drop from my eye and caught it with a fingertip, confused.
    “Y-you made me cum so hard I cried,” I mumbled as he watched me proudly.  “I didn’t even know that could happen.”
    He just laughed and held out his arms.  I crawled into them gratefully, my legs weak and trembling.
    I laid in his arms, my body shaking from the occasional aftershocks.  I had never been so thoroughly and wonderfully fucked in my life.  I felt like he had taken me apart and replaced me with something new and wonderful and different.  I was sure I would never be satisfied with sex again—there was nothing that could beat that.  Absolutely nothing.
    “Go to sleep, Anna,” he whispered into my ear.  He kissed my cheek tenderly, his lips so soft and warm against my naked skin.  I rolled over, burying my face against his chest.  “Go to sleep, and everything will be better in the morning.  I promise.”
    “Nothing could be better than this,” I mumbled as I drifted off into the blackness.  His chest rumbled with a chuckle.

CONFESSIONS

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    In the morning, Luke was already up before me making a pot of coffee in the small kitchenette of the motel room.  I yawned and rolled over in bed.  The coffee smelled heavenly, and my body ached in all sorts of delicious ways.
    “You awake, darlin’?” Luke called.
    “Mm hmm,” I mumbled into my pillow.  God it felt good being in his bed.  It just felt right.  I could stay there forever if he’d let me.
    “Well tell me when you’re ready to get up,” he said, bringing over a coffee mug.  He set it down on the bedside table, and the thick smell of fresh coffee coaxed me out of my slump.  I sat up, propping myself up against the headboard, and took the mug in my hand.  It was warm and the aroma filled the room.
    “We’ve got some important things to talk about,” Luke said, sipping his cup.  He