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I admire my handiwork and him. He really is a fine specimen <strong>of</strong> a man, looking at himis very, very arousing.“Now. I want to be buried inside you,” he murmurs. I stare down at him, daunted, andhe sits up suddenly, so we’re nose to nose.“Like this,” he breathes, and he snakes one hand round my hips, lifting me slightly,and with the other he positions himself beneath me, and very slowly, eases me on to him.I groan as he stretches me open, filling me, my mouth hanging open in surprise at thesweet, sublime, agonizing, over-full feeling. Oh… please.“That’s right, baby, feel me, all <strong>of</strong> me,” he growls and briefly closes his eyes.And he’s inside me, sheathed to the hilt, and he holds me in place, for seconds… minutes…I have no idea,, staring intently into my eyes.“It’s deep this way,” he murmurs. He flexes and swivels his hips in the same motion,and I groan… oh my – the sensation radiates throughout my belly… everywhere. Fuck!“Again,” I whisper. He grins a lazy grin and obliges.Moaning, I throw my head back, my hair tumbling down my back, and very slowly, hesinks back down on to the bed.“You move, Anastasia, up and down, how you want. Take my hands,” he breathes, hisvoice hoarse and low and oh so sexy.I clasp his hands, holding on for life. Gently I push <strong>of</strong>f him and back down, oh my. Hiseyes are burning with wild anticipation. His breathing is ragged, matching mine, and helifts his pelvis as I come down, bouncing me back up. We pick up the rhythm… up, down,up, down… over and over… and it feels so… good. Between my panting breaths, the deepdown, brimming fullness… the vehement sensation pulsing through me that’s buildingquickly, I watch him, our eyes locked… and I see wonder there, wonder at me.I am fucking him. I am in charge. He’s mine, and I’m his. The thought pushes me,weighted with concrete, over the edge, and I climax around him… shouting incoherently.He grabs my hips, and closing his eyes, tipping his head back, his jaw strained, he comesquietly. I collapse on to his chest, overwhelmed, somewhere between fantasy and reality,a place where there are no hard or s<strong>of</strong>t limits.

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