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wanted to thank him, to let him know how grateful and amazed I was, but Paul had moved beyond niceties. He had pushed off his jeans and pants and was kneeling beside me. I glanced between his legs.
    Gosh.
    Rupert didn’t look like that.
    He rose thick and long; on the tip, a little drop of his anticipation gleamed in the moonlight. I instinctively parted my legs, willing him in. He moved between them, holding the ample weight of his cock in his right hand, readying himself.
    â€˜Alrigh’?’ he asked again. I nodded desperately, arching my body towards him.
    He leant over me, careful not to let his weight press me down, and eased in.
    He was easily the biggest I’d had, and at first I felt hopelessly inadequate, wondering if he’d even fit. But he pushed back on my knees a little, angling them towards my shoulders, and squeezed further in. My mouth was open in wonder as I felt cock stretching and filling me like nothing before.
    He swallowed, then breathed out, a long, slow breath of the deepest satisfaction. But he kept pushing, further and further in, until at last he could go no more.
    I was impaled, pinned to the ground by this man and his cock. And it was perfect. I was safe. I was secure.
    His eyes fluttered closed a little – what beautiful eyelashes he had, almost feminine – and he released another breath. ‘Jesus, Callie. That’s …’ I clenched around him and he sucked in sharply. ‘Gorgeous.’
    â€˜Move in me,’ I implored, desperate for the friction, to feel all of him fully.
    Carefully pulling out, he drew back until only the thick head of his cock was still held in place, then, faster than before, he pushed in to the hilt again. I groaned and threw my head back.
    â€˜You OK?’ he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
    â€˜Yes! So completely OK!’
    He chuckled, pulled out, and did it again. Paul picked up his pace, establishing an easy rhythm that met the pumping of blood around my body. Every thrust, every plunge into me soothed and reassured. It was going to be OK. We were going to be OK. Nothing else mattered. Only this; his body and mine, joined.
    Again, our eyes met, and we couldn’t not stare into each other. He was ploughing through me almost violently now, but it was only good and wonderful. I met each thrust with a clenching grip. He held on as long as he could, but I knew he was close. He brought a hand between my legs and found my clit again, ready for more. As he rubbed in time with his thrusts, I knew I’d come quickly.
    â€˜That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,’ he slurred, driving into me, rubbing hard. My eyes widened and I came. This time my orgasm pulsed around the solid flesh encased within me and rocketed through my body with overwhelming completion.
    That was all it took for him to follow. His neck arched and his face twisted. With the lowest moan yet, he released into me, clearly lost in his own pleasure.
    After, he braced himself along his forearms on either side of my head, staring at me only an inch away, careful not to rest on my bruised ribs.
    He was panting hard, as much from wonder as exertion it seemed.
    â€˜What the hell just happened then?’ he asked.
    I merely smiled and reached up to kiss him.
    â€˜That was … Christ … that was … indescribable. Callie, I …’
    I reached up a hand to soothe him. ‘Shhh …’
    Eventually, he pulled out. His cock was still admirably large even as it slackened. I reached over and we kissed, another long, deep kiss of gratitude and acceptance.

Five
    We must have dozed for a couple of hours. I woke up before Paul. My eyes met with a plethora of stars filling a sky untinged by urban glare. I had no idea so many stars existed. What a stupid thing to think. Of course all those stars existed, but they’d never revealed themselves to me quite so profoundly.
    I inhaled deeply as I lay across Paul’s chest. Despite