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also sparkled,
and slowly I was beginning to understand how she really communicated, the
complexity of what her eyes would tell me. “You are a bastard.”
    “And you’re a tease.” I didn’t believe it, not
really, but she was pushing my buttons.
    She drifted her finger over my lips, giving me
another chance, but I clamped my lips together, not trusting myself. She
smiled, as if she had just learned something, or perhaps in surrender, to this
one little battle, her hand drifting down my chest, over my stomach, and onto
my cock.
    “Is this how a tease acts?” she said, suddenly all
innocent. Without waiting for an answer her hand was around my cock, and
without missing a beat guided me into her pussy.
    This would normally have been the time, past the
time actually, to talk about birth control, about safety, about our sex
history, about protection. Especially given what I suspected about her.
    But it was too late, I couldn’t have that
conversation now, my usual sanity in this area completely overwhelmed by her
effect on me, her power, her allure.
    And by my lust.
    Neither one of us hesitated, I thrust my hips upward
as she spread her legs, her weight falling onto me. My cock forced its way
through her labia, into the welcoming wetness, and to the tightness beyond. I
felt a surge of elation, this beautiful woman was soaking wet, yet I hadn’t
even touched her pussy or her clit, she was wet just from kissing me and from
my sucking on her nipples. And maybe from touching my cock.
    Joanne’s eyes locked on mine, she wasn’t losing
herself in some other place, she was with me, her eyes serious, all the
deviousness, the teasing, all gone. Her face changed, softening, melting, as if
she had been waiting for this for the longest time, as if I was the first man
to be inside her, she looked at me like I was giving her a great gift.
    I’d never felt closer to a woman sexually as I did
in that moment.
    I kept pushing up, grabbing at her hips to hold her,
otherwise I would have thrown her off me. I didn’t think my cock had ever been
so deep in a woman, I swore I was hitting something, there was no place left to
go.
    So I pushed harder.
    Her eyes widened, and I kept up the pressure, my
hips now a foot off the bed, a ram into her pussy. I kept my eyes open too,
waiting, waiting. . .
    Joanne’s breathing became shallow, her eyes
fluttered, she tried to fight it, but finally she gave in, her eyes closing
tightly.
    I let her down, dropping back onto the bed, and her
eyes snapped open, her hips followed mine down, and then she was fucking me,
her hands on my chest, using her arms to lever herself up. I lay there for a
few seconds, not moving, making her do all the work.
    “Now who’s the tease?” she said, a hint of anger in
her voice, but also a pleading.
    I waited until she was coming down hard before again
thrusting up. I still had my hands on her hips but I didn’t hold on, and she
yelped, her body snapping upward, if she hadn’t been pushing down so hard she
would have come free.
    “I may revise my characterization of you from bastard
to jerk,” she muttered, but she didn’t stop fucking me, driving back down.
    Now I met her thrusts. “I just wanted to make it
clear. Just because you’re on top, you’re not fucking me. I’m fucking you .”
    “That’s right,” she said, her hands back on my chest,
working my cock, using it. “But remember, I wanted you to be the one to fuck
me.” She slammed into me, her words forced from her with each thrust: “I.
Chose. You.”
    I grabbed her hips, and, the games out of the way,
we fucked, and when she was ready I knew it, and I suspected she did as well,
our eyes were opened the entire time, right through to when I felt her start to
tremble,  my ejaculation so strong she must have felt it shooting, and as her
orgasm overtook her, her whole body began to shake, her pussy squeezing my
cock, until I could no longer tell if it was her decision to milk me, or
whether her