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closed over her hips to pull her down onto him, she said, “Trey, you do like it. You will like it. Now shut up.” She didn’t mean to be harsh, but she couldn’t let him turn this any more real, any less casual, than it already was. It was only sex and she had to keep it that way, once and for all.
    The look in his eyes changed then and she felt him finally taking her in, all of her, the her who didn’t plan to get emotional here, the her who only wanted to fuck him and nothing more. “Fine,” he bit off, arms still wrapped around her, and then he began kissing her again, just as hard and passionate as before.
    Good. No more words, no more talking. But damn—again, the kissing took her back. And she couldn’t help but let herself get caught up in it a little—it felt too good not to bask in her reaction to it.
    Still, the moment she heard a soft purr of pleasure echo from her throat against his lips, she knew it was time to move things along. She pressed her crotch against his erection and rubbed. Even through her panties…mmm, intense pleasure beckoned. And then his hands were exploring her body through her dress—her breasts, her ass; reaching farther around, he began to stroke between her legs. She moaned into his mouth again, unable not to.
    And then his hands were under her dress and he was kneading her ass firmly in both hands as they made out, and she was touching his face, the rough stubble on his jaw, as her tongue twined around his in the most delicious kiss she could remember in a very long time.
    She heard her own ragged breath as, together, they struggled to remove her panties—finally, she had to stretch her body out alongside his to push them past her knees and kick them off. But she quickly resumed her on-top position—that was where she needed to be with him.
    Neither said a word as she balanced, straddling him, then took his hard-on back in hand, lifting it upright until the head nudged at the opening where she knew she was warm and wet.
    And then she remembered. Oh God. “Condom,” she muttered.
    “Christ,” he whispered. “In my shorts.”
    Even as she reached hurriedly down alongside the chair, digging in his back pocket for a wallet, it niggled to know she’d been so close to being flesh-to-flesh with him and that now they would put a layer in between. But she didn’t let herself examine why it bothered her so much—she simply tossed him the wallet and said, “Find it.”
    A moment later, she was snatching the square piece of foil from his hand, ripping into it, extracting the thin rubber disc inside. Easing back, she carefully but quickly rolled it on. “Now,” she breathed. “Finally.”
    And within seconds she was sinking her pussy down onto him, taking his amazingly hard shaft inside her, sighing with pleasure as he filled her. One inexorable fact of her life was that no matter how many times she had sex, or with how many men, that initial entry always rocked her world. There was nothing else like it—it made her shut her eyes, bite her lip, spend a moment basking in the lascivious pleasure of utter fullness that only a woman who loved sex could know.
    But then Trey began to pump up into her, which made her open her eyes, drew her back to exactly where she was. She braced her hands on his stomach as she began to ride him, fuck him.
    Her body urged her to undulate in slow, rhythmic circles on him—but her brain told her not to get that lost in the experience, so instead she met his upward thrusts, powering her body down onto his, letting a rougher pleasure dominate her. His low groans were like fuel that pushed her onward, had her sliding up and down his length until she was bouncing, coming down firmly each time, fucking him as hard as possible in this position.
    They moved together that way until she was nearly overcome by exhaustion and had to stop—and she leaned over to rest against his chest without thinking about it. That was when she found herself kissing him