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permission she knows he's waiting for, but she barely gets the words out before he plunges both fingers inside of her, opening her, easing in a third, and she does ride him then, needing to feel the friction. He devours her mouth again, moaning into it as she moves against him. "You now," she says. "You. Please."
    "Oh God, yes," he says and yanks his fingers free of her to work at his breeches. She can feel him rummaging at them as he stretches atop her. Both of them on her bed, stretched sideways across it where they've fallen. She presses into his forearms, unable to keep herself from moving. It's become instinct now; her sex seeking his, feeling empty and vacuous without him. She needs to be filled, plunged into, spread apart, and he's taking too long to do any of it. It seems like an eternity before he has his cock free, before it presses against her thigh.
    She reaches down, wraps her fingers around it, thinking to press it against her opening, let the slickness of her sex there ease his entry, her muscles, so thirsty for him pulling him inward, gripping him.
    "Your mouth," he says against her neck, panting. "I need your mouth or I just won't last."
    "I can't wait any more," she tells him.
    "Not much longer," he says. "But I've dreamed of you so long, I won't be able to do more than thrust the once." His hand moves to her jaw, fingers cupping the back of her neck. "Please, Cathrin."
    He shifts on the bed, expecting her obedience, and for once, she doesn't mind obeying. She can wait a little longer if it means having his cock inside of her somewhere, even if it is just her mouth, and truly, it could be as delicious as his tongue. She can use her mouth to make him beg to fuck her. Yes. She would like that.
    He's already throbbing with anticipation as she swirls her tongue over the tip. It's smooth like the satin of her best dress, but rigid and thick, and it spreads her cheeks like it would her sex, filling her up. She does want it this way, she realizes now. She's greedy for it, wrapping her tongue around, sucking him in. She can taste his renewed desire against the back of her throat. He fills her so she can hardly breathe and has to struggle to let her throat relax. Yes. She can let him ease even further in, just enough to force a moan from his mouth. Then pull away slowly, drag in a breath, joining to him by the thin string of saliva.
    He plunges in again, his hands in her hair, bucking against her mouth like he's fucking her, and she can feel her sex grow wetter with each thrust, aching to be filled like he's filling her now. She lets her fingers press against her clitoris, flicking it once, twice before she sinks her fingers inside. Pumps along with him, moaning against his erection each time she slides over it.
    "Now," he says, but it's a question not an order and she answers by looking up at him, asking her own. "Please, Cathrin. Please let me take you," he says.
    Her nod is all he seems to need. He withdraws and is pushing against her mound within seconds, demanding entry. He's fevered now, his hands trembling as he guides himself inside. Her gasp of pleasure as he buries himself into the walls of her womb ends in a long moan that speaks to the months they've spent waiting, wanting, unable to release themselves from the tension. She feels him there, knocking, pressing, rocking into her. His hands grip her buttocks, titling her higher so he can devour her at any rate he pleases. It's not enough. Not for her. She's waited so damn long for this.
    "Take me from behind. Take me hard. Take me like you're punishing me."
    "I should punish you," he says, gripping her wrist and twisting her around.
    He's inside of her again in moments, and this time she strains backward, lifting her ass so he can pummel her with his cock again and again. He can't fuck her nearly hard enough to dispel the months of waiting. His hands grip her hips, yanking her back onto him, cramming every inch of his cock into her, beating against her womb.