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and all I could do was close my eyes and moan in desire. He began to circle, leaning in against me so that I could feel the muscles in his arm moving against my stomach as he worked. The feelings shot color through my closed lids.
    I felt movement against me, and opened my eyes. He’d knelt before me. His other hand rose to his mouth, and slowly licked a finger. My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do. He grinned as he saw my reaction.
    The hand approached slowly. I bit my lip to stop from crying out in anticipation. And then it landed, gently, below the other which was still circling. I couldn’t keep quiet now. An expectant moan escaped my lips. Slowly, it pushed inside, lubricated by his saliva—though he needn’t have bothered, I was wet enough already. The circling above got faster, but the speed of that lone finger never changed. The juxtaposed speeds were electrifying—I wanted to scream at him to hurry up, and cry for him to make it last forever, all at the same time.
    Eventually, it was in. And I was so worked up I was almost in a frenzy. Every muscle in my body was clenched. Every sense I had was focused on what those two hands were doing below me. One began to move in and out while the other circled; I marveled briefly at the skill required to do that, until I lost even that sense of thought.
    He got faster and faster, and now I was floating in the clouds. There wasn’t much higher I could go—I hadn’t thought it was possible even to get this far above reality. The air was getting harder to breath and I was starting to get dizzy. Cries began to issue from me, wordless sobs and noises of pleasure. The intensity of his hands was unrelenting, until suddenly I was screaming his name, and I knew the end was near.
    “Archer!”
    He leaned in, and kissed my hip as his hands worked. It was all that my body needed. I began to buck and tremble upon him as my body fell to pieces and my mind shot into the stratosphere. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t contain the cries of total pleasure that were pouring out of me in a steady stream. All I could do was feel. It was bliss, and soon I was trembling in his arms.
    He gave me no time to recover. I opened my eyes with a groan of pleasure to see him stand and position himself before me. He lifted me slightly, hands cupping my butt, and then slid his rigid length inside.
    Freaking hell . The first thrust nearly undid me all over again, though the trembles had barely subsided. We stayed still for a moment, both enjoying the feeling of union, as he kissed me. “So big,” I whispered, “it feels so good.”
    He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, my cheeks. Finally I moved against him, rocking my hips, and his hands moved to my waist. He began to move me back and forth, and then lifted me, still tied at the top, to wrap my legs around his hips. My back pressed into the tree as he moved against me, soon finding a delicious rhythm that had me moaning loudly and begging for more.
    Even though most of my consciousness was focused on the pleasure flooding my body, the little bit that wasn’t marveled at the fact that I was doing this with him. We were doing this together. He wanted me. I almost couldn’t believe it, that it was his member that was thrusting in and out, and it was his groans that I heard echoing through the soundstage.
    He began to quicken, his huge hard member thrusting in and out of me in delicious slippery pleasure. It was so tight I would have feared I couldn’t take him, but I was so turned on I had known without a doubt that I could.
    Soon I knew the end was near once more. I felt the familiar tightening of my muscles as the pleasure built me to an all-time high. His thrusts became frantic. He drove himself into me again and again, faster and faster, until suddenly we both tensed at exactly the same time. He threw back his head. My legs clamped around his waist, and then we were both crying out as on the outside, our bodies