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of my grip and I feel him insert a finger into me. He touches my sweet spot, stroking me. He sets my nerves afire with the motion of his finger. With a soft moan I can’t contain, I crash into the most mind-numbing orgasm I have ever experienced. My body twists of its own accord. I try to roll over, my back arching painfully as I strain. Every muscle pulls against the other. Then, with an explosive expulsion of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I relax. The orgasm releases its hold on me.
     
    “Shep, stop. Stop,” I gasp, as I pull at him weakly. “I need a minute. Please, Shep. Jason, please.” Shep stops his probing and licking. His tongue no longer having any effect. As I lay panting, my heart slowing from its mad gallop and Shep moves over me. He settles lightly on me, kissing my lips gently. He seems willing to wait as long as necessary for me to recover my strength. I return the kiss, weakly at first. As the kiss progresses, I feel a new surge of need. “Now,” I command. “Take me now.”
     
    Shep pulls his hips back and probes softly until he finds my opening, then slowly enters me. We gasp together, relishing in the pleasure of our joining. I realize, as he enters me, that he is wearing no protection. Thank God I’m on the pill because there is no stopping now. My need overwhelms my good sense.
     
    The four orgasms have dulled the edge of my need, but the feel of Shep’s manhood moving in my wetness is still incredible. I wrap Shep up, gripping him with my legs. I pull his head into my shoulder. My hands roam his back as he fucks me.
     
    We move together, time coming to a stop as we give and take pleasure. I continue to hold tightly to Shep, needing to feel his closeness. A sheen of sweat forms between our bodies, lubricating our movements and only adds to the moment. I can feel another orgasm building, but it no longer matters. The joy I feel at our joining enough.
     
    Shep has been taking his time, his thrusts slow and firm, but as his thrusts become harder, faster, he begins to groan deep in his chest. “I’m going to come, Claire. I’m going to come,” he gasps into my neck, his breath hot as flame.
     
    I want him to come. I want him to come hard, to give back some of the pleasure he has given me this night. “Then, come,” I whisper into his ear as I tighten down, gripping him as tightly as I can. “Please, come.”
     
    Shep’s groan as he begins to drive even harder and faster into me acts like throwing gasoline on a fire. I can feel the lurking orgasm. “Please, come,” I whisper again. “Please, come with me.”
     
    Shep powers out of my grip, rising up onto his strong arms. I grip his arms, holding tight as he pummels me, thrusting hard and fast. I watch as his face twists into a mask of sweet agony. Then, he shudders hard with a sustained groan and his head drops.
     
    Watching Shep slip into his orgasm is my undoing and I feel my orgasm take me. It isn’t a mind twisting orgasm like those I had earlier. This one is softer, more comforting. It is like a warm bath on a cold night or a drink of cold water on a hot day. It is deeply satisfy in a way the others were not. As Shep settles against me with a sigh, he begins to kiss my neck. “I have wanted to make love to you since you arrived,” Shep says softly.
     
    His choice of words interests me. “Make love to or fuck?” I ask.
     
    Shep is quiet for several moments as we hold each other. Our breathing falls into sync. “At first, it was just fuck. But later, these last couple of weeks, it has become more. You’re not like any woman I have met, Claire. You’re so…strong. So very beautiful and strong.”
     
    I can feel my eyes fill with tears at his words, but I say nothing. We lie together for the next hour, saying little. We cuddle and kiss. I can feel a bond forming with this man. As I lie in his arms, my head on his chest, listening to his heart, I realize I don’t care about the any of the things that I