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Jackson slid another condom out of his nightstand drawer and ripped the package open. But before he could roll it over the head of his erection, Kyla sat up and took it from him.
    “May I?” She gave him a shy smile. Jackson beamed and crossed his arms, nodding for her to continue. With deft fingers, Kyla placed the condom over Jackson’s engorged head and rolled it down his impressive length. She savored the feeling of his warm, firm flesh in her hands, then put her hands on Jackson’s hips and guided him forward.
    Jackson let her lead him to the entrance of her channel. He leaned forward and captured her mouth in a heady kiss. She slid her hands up his chest, relishing his mass, feeling both fragile and protected beneath him. Jackson eased her back down onto the mattress, not breaking their kiss.
    Jackson slid inside of her with agonizing restraint, inch by slow inch. Once again, she felt herself stretch to receive him. She was so wet for him, so slick. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him farther inside. He buried his shaft into her tight wetness, pushing her to the breaking point. He held still inside of her for a moment, his cock pulsing. He was close to orgasm, she could feel it. But he was holding himself in check, refusing to give in just yet.
    He pulled back, then slammed into her again, holding himself inside. Kyla gasped, acutely aware of every millimeter of his cock rammed tightly inside her channel. “Please,” she whimpered. “Jackson, please. I need to come.”
    “Try to control it,” Jackson said. “It’ll be worth it. Can you do that for me?”
    Kyla nodded, but she was far from certain. “I’ll try.”
    Jackson rewarded her with a glorious smile. “Hang on.” He began fucking her then, with a steady, pounding rhythm that reminded Kyla of a jackhammer. Each powerful impact set her gasping for breath, spiraling her higher and higher into a swirling firestorm of sensation.
    Kyla’s gasps transformed to urgent pants as her desire built within her. The orgasm was swelling inside, but she fought it, holding it at bay. Jackson’s thrusts picked up speed. He stood over her, hands planted on either side of her head, hammering into her with determined force. Kyla bit her lip hard, using the pain to distract her from her burning need. But it was too intense, too powerful to ignore. Kyla fought it as long as she could, but she knew she would lose this battle. She let out a keening moan.
    “Now, Kyla.” Jackson gritted his teeth, slamming into and out of her slick core. “Come for me now.”
    The orgasm exploded through Kyla. She thrashed beneath Jackson, riding the storm of her climax higher and higher. Her core gripped his cock tightly, convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. And then Jackson grunted, rooting himself deep into her, and she felt him spasm with his own climax.
    When it was over, Jackson fell onto the bed beside her and pulled her to him. She let him hold her, snuggling against the warmth of his chest. Thoroughly and completely sated for the first time in her memory.
    “Thank you, Kyla.” Jackson stroked her hair softly.
    A sudden fear pierced through Kyla’s contentment. “What happens now?”
    Jackson pulled back to look into her eyes. “Well, that depends on you. You’re free to go. Or, you’re welcome to stay.”
    A slow smile spread over Kyla’s lips. She nestled against him once more. Jackson was the answer she hadn’t even known she was seeking. She wasn’t going anywhere.
     
    ***
     
    The spring rains gave way to a milder summer as Kyla’s feelings for Jackson bloomed into a deep and profound love. While Kyla had initially been confused and afraid of her response to their BDSM games, she’d quickly grown to enjoy the power plays with Jackson. What surprised her more than that, though, was how much of a gentleman Jackson could be outside of the playroom.
    She was grateful to the rain for bringing her to Jackson, and for nourishing their young