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walloping my opening. He’s guiding it with his hand – I can sense it teasing me. He pulls away. Then suddenly, I feel a hard slap right in my hot spot with his palm. It stings. I cry out in shock.
    “What are you doing?”
    “A little spank, that’s all. You hurt my feelings, Pearl, when you ran off at Van Nuys Airport.”
    I’m dreaming again. Please no. Please don’t say this is all a goddamn dream and that, in fact, I’m still fast asleep on the plane in First Class. “Pinch me,” I tell him.
    “What?”
    “Pinch me hard. I want to know I’m not dreaming.”
    He pinches me on my Venus lips and it hurts. Almost. But seconds later, I feel the urge. The urge to be claimed again. “I need you, Alexandre,” I pant, sticking my butt out further.
    “I know you do. Hold on to something. I have to fuck you again, Pearl.”
    I’m still doubled over and I hold onto the edge of the bathtub. I’m sore inside, yet I still want more. What is wrong with me? Why am I such a push-over?
    He cups my breasts with both hands, kneading and playing with my nipples. I can feel desire shoot through the back of my molar teeth – all connected – my groin, my mouth, my nipples. I jut my ass out towards his erection. With one hand tight around my waist he pushes his cock inside me but just an inch. I can hear my wetness ooze about him and I cry out like the little slut that I am. Even if I have to share Alexandre with Laura I’d rather do that than not have him at all. I’m so hooked on him and his body parts – I can’t deny him. He’s my drug.
    And he knows it, too.
    He starts with shallow thrusts just sliding in an inch or two but it’s so huge that even just a little of him is a stretch. Then he takes it all the way out and slaps it on my clit, fucking my clit so it’s rubbing it up and down. Then he jabs it at my entrance again without entering. I’m screaming now.
    “Ssh, baby, we don’t want the neighbors to hear.”
    He pushes inside me again and tweaks my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rhythmically pumping me but still hardly entering. Then he rams it all the way in. Hard. Then pulls back out. Again, just the tiny thrusts. I’m whimpering. He’s unpredictable – I don’t know if I’ll get the whole plunge or not. And then, as if by perfect osmosis, just as I bring my own hand up to pressure my clit he thrusts once more all-in, deep from behind and I feel myself coming in a burst of unbelievable pleasure, his thick cock pushing out against my walls, filling me with tingling spasms as I contract all around him like one of those fly-eating plants, sucking him in, eating him whole. He stills his movements and I really sense his swelling inside me, which makes me come even harder. Then I feel his own release, hot and quiet as he groans gently with hushed arousal, his fingers exploring my butt, snaking them up around my waist which he grips harder as he bursts inside me.
    “I love you, Pearl. You’re my treasure. I love you and I always will.” Then he cries out with another hard thrust, “Fuck you make me come hard – can’t keep away from you. Gotta keep fucking you for the rest of my life. Is your wedding gown ready yet?”
    ***
    My legs are tucked beneath me on the couch and Alexandre’s head is in my lap. He thoughtfully stocked the refrigerator for me before my return and we’re sipping freshly squeezed orange juice. He knew exactly when my plane had landed. He has had my every move monitored since I last saw him. How? Through my cell phone, he now admits. Duh. It was Alexandre who bought me that Smartphone – it’s as good as a GPS; I should have thought that might happen, although assuming he had lost all interest in me, it hadn’t occurred to me that he’d be tracking my movements with modern technology.
    I’ve been trying to make sense, all morning, of what is going on between us and I’m still confused. For hours we’ve been talking things through, about Sophie, about Laura,