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reached behind him to the nightstand and she heard the crinkling of foil, the faint snapping of latex as he rolled a condom onto his penis with practiced ease.
    Shifting his weight, he moved between her legs, placing a soft bite at the place where her neck and shoulder joined, sucking her sensitized nipples, trailing his tongue over her breasts and down to her navel. Streaks of pleasure speared through her and unbelievably her body came awake again.
    “I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmured, as he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. With one hand he guided himself to the entrance of her vagina, slowly easing himself inside. “I want to feel my cock inside you, let that tight cunt grab me like a wet fist and hold on. Feel it, Molly. Just feel it.”
    Molly had seen how huge he was, how thick and long and wondered if her body could even take him. But he rocked slowly, each time easing in a little more until she felt the head of his cock touch her womb and flames engulfed her.
    “Now, Molly,” he said in that voice that sent ripples skittering along her spine.
    “Now I am going to well and truly fuck you.”
    And that was exactly what he did, riding her slowly, withdrawing and impaling her again. He took his time, like a general with a battle plan, stroking his hard shaft in and out of her. Her inner muscles pulled at him and clutched his shaft and her hips began to move in rhythm with his.
    “Faster,” she cried, her body hungry for it. “More. Please.”
    But he never varied his stroke, bending down to bite gently at her nipples, dragging them through his teeth. The band of pleasure uncoiled low in her belly and began to spiral through her. She thought she would die before she ever got to the top of the cliff, before the explosion building in her body could come to the surface.
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    torture, he moved one hand to rub her clit and she burst into a million pieces, bathing him in her liquid heat. As her clit throbbed she felt him explode inside the condom.
    Even through the thin latex she could feel the powerful jets of semen pumping from him, feel his balls slap against her with each hard thrust until they were both completely spent.
    Slowly, with careful precision, Nick lowered her legs, then eased himself from her body. When he pulled her against himself, their skin welded by perspiration, she felt her heart thunder against his chest in cadence with his. Together they gasped to drag air into their lungs. Time became elastic. It could have been five minutes or an hour before their breathing returned to normal and Nick rolled to the edge of the bed, taking her with him.
    “Shower,” he told her. “Then sleep. We can both use it.”
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    Molly had expected to feel uncomfortable with Nick in the morning, especially as all the flaws of her body were exposed to the merciless light of day. But instead he made her feel treasured, special, kissing her awake and making slow, gentle love to her.
    Then they showered again, which might have taken less time if Molly hadn’t been so fascinated by Nick’s swollen cock.
    When he lathered his hand and began to clean it she brushed his fingers away and wrapped her own small hand around it. Following her instincts, she dropped to her knees on the smooth tile floor, wiped away the suds with the washcloth and took him into the heat of her mouth. Embarrassed suddenly by her forwardness, she looked up, wondering if she would see disapproval on his face. This was uncharted territory for her. She had no idea what he liked. She only knew that she had to taste him as he’d tasted her.
    He braced himself against the shower wall and his eyes, when he looked down at her, glittered with feral hunger. His face was taut with tension.
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    She moved her mouth back, suddenly nervous. “I-I don’t know how to do this very well,” she faltered.
    He gritted his