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doing?”
    “Relax,
baby.” He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, coating
it in her juices by rubbing it against her slick folds. At the same time he
teased the puckered entrance to her rear with his fingers, feeling it flutter
against his thumb as she pushed back against him. His thumb slid inside, and
the resulting moan was a combination of pleasure-pain that nearly undid him.
    Unable
to wait another moment, he thrust inside her, then groaned with the mingled relief and pleasure of feeling her inner walls clench
around him. Gripping her hips with one hand, he continued to slide his thumb in
and out of her rear at the same pace his cock moved, fucking her from both
ends. Her moans and cries only galvanized him, pushing him harder, faster, into
her tight, slick entrances.
    “Oh
God,” Melissa cried. “Oh God, please don’t stop. It feels so good!”
    “Don’t
worry,” he panted. “I have no intention of stopping until I’ve made you cum for
me again.”
    Ignoring
her cry of dismay as he pulled his thumb from her rear, he leaned over her, his
chest brushing against her smooth, creamy back as he used his now-free hand to
play with her breasts. He squeezed them, plumped them, rolled the nipples
between his fingers and pinched. He cries became breathier, more insistent as
she pushed back against him while he thrust into her. Just when he was sure he
couldn’t hold out another moment, her inner walls convulsed around him as she
came.
    Scott
groaned her name as his own release finally came, and he propped his hands
against the mattress as he shuddered with it. Gasping, he rode the waves of
pleasure, then collapsed face up on the bed, pulling
her against him. For a time they just lay there, waiting for their thundering
hearts to slow.
    As
Melissa became more aware of her surroundings, she realized she wasn’t staring
up at the ceiling, but at a canopy of stars and sky. Squinting, she realized it
wasn’t a life-like mural, but a glass pane separating the actual night sky from
them.
    “You
put in a skylight above your bed,” she said, a note of wonder in her voice as
she absently trailed her fingers through the crisp hairs covering his chest.
    Smiling,
he traced her jawline with a finger, drawing her gaze to him. “I wanted to be
able to look at the stars at night, so I could remember that no matter how far
I come or how much my life changes I’m still a man, connected to the world, to
the universe, like everyone else.”
    Her
eyes were round as she gazed at him, her finger trips tracing the hollows and
curves in his face. “That’s a very humble thing to say, especially for a man
who is as wealthy as you are.”
    “Money
doesn’t make the man,” he replied with a teasing nip to the ends of her
fingers. She drew them back with a mock squeal that made him grin.
    He
found robes for the both of them and they sat in the adjoining sitting
room—a place she hadn’t noticed earlier—enjoying tea and cookies
and each other’s company. They stayed up well into the night talking about the
past, their conversations interspersed with kissing, cuddling, and sex. Their
lovemaking alternated between hot and rough to sweet and tender—whatever
she needed. By the time they tumbled back into bed, dawn was cresting over the
horizon, touching the edges of the star-frosted sky through the glass pane. It
was the last thing she saw before she fell asleep in her arms.
    In
the morning they had breakfast downstairs in a sunny, cozy atrium off to the
side of the kitchen. They sat on padded benches beneath wide-paned windows and
enjoyed bacon and eggs and coffee and pancakes, all prepared by Scott’s
resident chef.
    As
Scott ate, he couldn’t help but watch Melissa, seated so comfortably next to
him. Bundled up in a robe that was several sizes too big for her, her brown
hair in tumbled disarray, she wore a smile of such contentment and joy that his
heart felt, for the first time in ages, at peace. He