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to pick up and categorize in a sho r t amount of time.  Deductive reasoning , Mother Superior had called it.  She even made me read Arthur Conan Doyle books.  Eventually I used it against her to get emancipated at the age of sixteen, and she was nearly ousted from the church altogether .
    I realize Lia is still watching me and waiting for an answer, and I decide to throw a little caution to the wind.
    “You like getting fucked hard,” I sa y with a small shrug .
    “How do you know that?” she ask s quietly.
    “What? Aside from the massive orgasm you had?”
    “Yes,” she replie s , her voice still soft.   “I mean, how did you know before?  Before you…um…started?”
    I shut my eyes for a moment and tr y not to sigh too loudly.
    “You really want to hear this?”
    She hesitate s but answers in the affirmative.
    Who am I to argue?
    “Aside from the obvious bullshit nature of the story you gave me when you got here,” I start, “t he ring finger of your left hand still has the indent of a ring you wore for a long time – either engagement or wedding – whatever it was.  You were too tight to have been having sex regularly, which means even though you were still wearing your ring recently , you weren’t getting it on with your fiancé or husband.  You’re a little timid, which means he was abusive to you – maybe not physically because I don’t see any evidence of that – but at least mentally or emotionally.  Guys that are shits to their women tend to feel bad about it, so when he tried to make up for whatever shit he did to you, he’d make slow love to you as a way of apology.  You probably grew to associate that kind of sex with the shitty apologies he never really meant, so as sweet as he wanted it to be, it left you feeling emotionally empty inside.  That’s why all you want now is to be fucked.”
    I open my eyes and look into her shocked expression.
    “Hard,” I add.

Chapter Three
    Lia ’s breath comes in quick, short pants as she drops back down on my chest.  With one arm wrapped around her back and my softening cock still buried inside of her, I gently run my hand over the top of her head before kissing the same spot.
    I’m ex hausted, and I feel fantastic.
    I haven’t fucked the same chick twice in a row since college , and never in the same night.  At three in the morning, we are on the fourth round.   It is like my cock couldn’t get enough of her pussy and her luscious ass.  I still ha ven’t fucked it, but that ’ s okay, too.  Maybe in the morning…
    I wrap my other arm around her shoulders and hold her close to me.  I close my eyes and slow down my breathing – trying to match hers as our heartbeats seem to flow into one.  Her head rests under my chin , and her hair tickles my neck.
    I like it, and it bring deep, restful sleep.
    I wake, feeling the difference in our positions immediately.  I’ve shifted lower in my sleep, and instead of holding her against my chest, my head is cradled against her body.  One of her arms is around my shoulders , and the other is slowly stroking through my hair.  It’s still fucking hot, and if I tr y to move I w ill likely find ou r skin stuck together.
    And I really, really don’t give a shit.
    Of the times I have woken up with a woman in my bed – and I c an probably count those on one hand – I ha ve never woken up quite like this.  It ’s unsettling, but when I turn my head to look up into her eyes, the next set of feelings that course through me are far more unsettling.
    She smiles at me, and it feels like I’ve been turned inside out.
    She is unusually beautiful.  Not text-book, air-brushed , model beautiful, natural and clear and… lovingly beautiful.  It ’s as if I have just looked into the face of the mother of God, and my Catholic days are far, far behind me.  It is more than that, though.  My muscles relax into her, and I feel safe.  I feel comforted.  I feel strangely submissive to her – like there