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and sweet and heavy. He didn't realize he was a breast man until that moment, when he had her in his mouth and in his hands. He could die right then and his life would be complete. He had seen perfection.
    She finally freed him from his pants, and slowly slid her hand up and down his cock. If she didn't stop, he was going to come. He could feel it. He wanted to come inside her, with her pulsating and radiating around him. With an audible pop, he released her nipple. He grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him.  He found the band of her panties and slid them over her hips. Again, she lifted her ass, and he slid them down her legs.
    “ Please tell me you have a condom,” she said, her voice hoarse. He nodded, finding his wallet and the little silver packet tucked in the back. Thank God he never left home without one. She snatched the packet from his hands and ripped it open. She slid the thin sheath down his length, slowly. So slowly. She smiled as he closed his eyes and moaned, clenching his jaw. He had to get inside her now. With a growl he ground his hips into hers. He felt himself holding his breath. He knew there was no going back.  “Fuck me,” she whispered. That was all he needed. He pumped into her, once, twice—inch by heart-stopping inch. She was so tight and warm and wet. It was all he could do not to call out. She opened her legs wider, inviting him deeper. He slid into her up to the hilt. She let out a strangled cry, muffled as she pressed her face into his shoulder.
    “ Goddamn,” he groaned as she held him tightly inside of her. She flexed her intimate muscles around him and stars burst behind his eyelids, as if she'd slapped him again. She began moving her hips against him, pulling him deeper inside. He pushed her onto her back and began pumping in and out of her faster and faster. She snaked her arms around his waist and pressed her fingers into his ass. She drew her knees up to hold his torso. He fucked her hard and fast, and she kept up, moving with him, drawing him deeper and deeper. He slid a hand in between them and found her clit. He rubbed his thumb over the slick bud as she gritted her teeth and clamped her eyes shut. “Come for me. Come for me,” he chanted. He didn't know how much longer he could last. And he wanted her to come before he did. He needed her to come.
    He felt her tighten up around him, her thighs clenching him. She lifted up off of the desk and drew her arms around his neck. She pressed her face against his shoulder again.  He knew she was almost ready. He traced a figure-eight with his fingertip on her clit as he ground into her, giving her everything he had to give. Her muscles clenched; her walls tightened around him.  She bit his shoulder and cried out again. Then her whole body relaxed. Her head dropped back and her arms drooped and he caught her, wrapping his arms around her. He held her tightly against his chest, sliding in and out of her until his own climax crashed over him like a wave. He thought for a moment he was going to pass out. The black hole was swallowing him. He felt her hands on either side of his face and opened his eyes. She was watching his release, a look of concentration on her face. God. She was so beautiful. He jerked into her twice more, letting her milk him dry.
    They collapsed back onto the desk, breathing hard. He could feel her heart race against his chest. Or maybe that was his own heartbeat? He couldn't tell. After he caught his breath, he rose on his elbows. She rolled her head to look at him. He knew she was feeling the same way he was. They were in big trouble.
     
    Present Day
     
    Christophe watched Annata as she slept. He noticed she still had the glass in her hand. He swooped over and took her vodka tonic out of her hand before she dropped it. He set the glass on the table at the end of the row of seats. Then he sunk into the seat next to her, thinking about how young and stupid he was when he first met her. If he had been smart,