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biting him.
    I’m still recovering when he shifts, rolling me to my back then spinning so we’re eye to eye.
    “I love you, Sarah.” He licks the corner of my mouth, and then kisses me deep.
    “Love. You. Too.” I can hardly breathe through the overwhelming emotions assaulting me. Needing to show him, I reach between us and guide his cock to my saturated entrance.
    He pushes through the circle of my fingers, lodging the swollen head of his shaft in my pussy. No words are necessary. We stare, unblinking, into each other’s eyes as we merge as seamlessly as two humans possibly can. For a long while, we rest together, content to stay locked tight and lavish gentle touches on any part of our partner we can reach. I savor the sleek muscles of his shoulders, which bunch as they flex beneath my palms.
    We exchange endless kisses, punctuated with tiny arcs of our hips that fuse us in an unbreakable bond. I run my hand down his back to his ass, holding him close to me. The bite of my nails proclaims my intent to hang on for dear life.
    “Possessive much?” He smiles against my mouth. “I like that. Why don’t you ride me, Sarah?”
    He waits, knowing I usually prefer him to take me. Too many men come to my window looking to pay a lady to do all the work. Those are clients I refuse a second time. I enjoy men, and occasionally women, I can help. Men who require more than a living, breathing blowup doll for whatever their personal demons drive them toward.
    Rick’s offer feels like something else entirely—permission not insistence. My slight nod is enough to have him rolling, taking me with him. He brackets my hips with his hands, seating me fully on top of him. Gravity impales me on his shaft, burying him impossibly deep within my body.
    I rise up then settle myself again several times, slicking the base of his cock with my ample arousal. Each circuit allows me to rub my clit against his hard abdomen. Once we’re gliding together, I lean forward, seeking to maximize our skin-to-skin contact.
    I gasp when my nipples brush over his lightly furred chest.
    “I missed you too.” He whispers into the sheet of my hair then rubs his nose against my temple. We move in sinuous harmony. His feet plant on the mattress so he can fuck up into me as I arch down. There are no frantic lunges or gymnastic bobbing here. Instead we rock against each other in a slow press and release destined to blow both our minds.
    The blunt head of his cock bores inside me, reaching all the most effective places with minimal effort. We make out while I concentrate on caressing his shaft with my pussy, encompassing his whole body with mine and stimulating as much of his being as possible. At least half of that goal is achieved with our soul-piercing stare as we indulge in our duet of rapture.
    “I can’t imagine my life without this anymore,” I murmur against his open mouth.
    “Me either,” he echoes. “Let me see you come again.”
    “Not alone.” Experiencing ecstasy with him is more pleasurable than anything else.
    “Just once.” He grits his teeth. “That’s all I can give.”
    “More than generous.” I hope he understands I’m referring to something bigger than sex. The ideas refuse to coalesce when my brain is hazed with lust.
    “Show me. Squeeze me. Fuck me.”
    I can’t help but do as he asks. The raw passion in his command spurs me to action. I swing my pelvis in an instinctive motion I could never explain effectively. Believe me, I’ve tried with other women in the district. The movement isn’t some trick designed to blow a man’s mind. It occurs naturally as I pursue maximum contact between his body and the engorged flesh of my pussy.
    “Yes.” He bites my lip and cups the back of my head with one hand while the other palms my ass. “Sexy. Amazing.”
    I increase the amplitude of my strokes, surfing the break of ecstasy as it grows and grows to legendary proportions.
    “Fly, Sarah.”
    A cry reverberates through the