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rasped his tongue across the sensitive nub over and over and over again, each stroke rewarding him with a fresh release of cream. Then he pressed back, trapping her clit between his lips and tongue, and after five rapid strokes, she came apart, back arcing, pussy flooding with her cream, her climax called out on a breathless, broken wail.
    The tortured pleasure on her face called to him, so now, cock fully hard, he straddled her again and sandwiched his cock between her lips, the warm stickiness of her cream causing that terrible hollow of pleasure and desire that had settled at the pit of his stomach to intensify. He slid back and forth, groaning as the clenching and unclenching of her womb vibrated through her body and to his cock. He wanted to bury himself inside her, come inside her, but he wasn’t that far gone. Instead he sawed back and forth, bumping her clit with the head of his cock, sending tremors of pleasure through them both, swirling his cock along her slit until he finally went over the edge, painting her belly and the top of her mound with his cum, which stood stark against her skin.
    Worn out and satiated in a way he never had been before, he managed to kick off his shoes, slide out of his pants, and toss his shirt off over his head. Skin against skin, that was what he craved, so he quickly removed Julie’s nightgown and pressed her body against his, her soft breasts and belly crushed against his chest. Sweat mingled with cum now cooled on both their bodies, but he didn’t care.
    Nothing else mattered as long as she was in his arms.
    ••••
    T he moon cast an eerie glow over the plains and ridges of his body, the play of light and shadow fascinating Julie as she lay there trying to catch her breath. The languid ease in her bones and the slight tingle in her pussy were reminders that she’d been thoroughly and skillfully taken. But he’d had an intensity tonight that she’d never seen before, like he’d been running away from something. Julie had no illusions. She’d bet everything that he was a good person, doubted she could have given him access to her home and her body if she thought otherwise, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think him an innocent. He was too hard, too patient, and that glint in his ice-blue eyes that she caught from time to time were all testaments to that.
    A fact belied by the softness of his face now. Arm carelessly tossed around her waist, he lay facing her, both the tension in his forehead and the hard set of his lips both relaxed, giving him the appearance of a boy, carefree and untethered. Tentatively, she reached out and lightly traced those features, the thrill of examining him up close and unobserved almost as exciting as his earlier passion. He’d taken her countless times, and she’d seen myriad expressions cross his face, intensity, focus, pleasure, on occasion anger, but she’d never seen him unguarded, so exposed, and that he was so with her, insignificant Julie, buoyed her with an emotion that she quickly suppressed.
    Nothing good and certainly nothing permanent could come of this, and if she had any chance of making it out unscathed, she couldn’t ever, ever, forget that.
    Hoping distance would help her keep her hard-won perspective, she tried to pull away and slip out of the bed without distributing him, but as she pushed against his granite slab of a chest, he didn’t move a centimeter. Undeterred, she carefully looped her fingers around his wrist and lifted his arm, but rather than releasing her, he pulled her closer and tangled her leg between his, effectively trapping her. Julie smiled and traced his biceps, placed soft kisses on his pecs and shoulder until he stirred. He gripped her elbow for a second before sliding his hand down to cup her ass. Then he leaned in and kissed her, and she felt the stir of his cock.
    He pulled back, eyes still closed and said, “I thought I’d sleep, but I like your idea better.” In a flash, he turned to lie on