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need as his fingers excited her beyond anything she’d ever experienced.  She found his nipple and did the same to him, her knees giving out when his touch became rougher, more insistent.  She tried to imitate his movement, but she could barely stand and had to grip the lapels of his jacket to hold herself  up. 
    She felt him lift her but she didn’t understand until she was suddenly at eye level with him.  As she sat on the counter behind her, her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to her, to the core of her that needed to feel him so powerfully. 
    With clumsy movement, she unbuttoned his dress shirt, uncaring that his tie was still knotted and his jacket was still on his shoulders.  She wanted skin, and the peripherals were outside her range of consciousness at the moment. 
    With a growl, Dante whipped his tie off and tossed his jacket to the side.  He didn’t care where it landed but he quickly flicked the buttons on her overalls, then lifted her tank top, growling with approval as he discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra. 
    He took her hands and held her arms out to the side, giving him freer access to her beautiful breasts.  Her legs clenched around his waist when he took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and laving against the friction, loving the way the lovely breast peaked in his mouth.  He paid equal attention to the other one and then made his way downward.  When she moved her body against his, he couldn’t think any longer.  He wanted this woman and he couldn’t wait. 
    With swift movemen ts, he whipped his shirt off, then grabbed her around her waist, swinging around and lowering her to the floor.  He took less than fifteen seconds to divest himself of his slacks and the rest of her clothes and thankfully, he took a moment to find protection, but the rest he couldn’t have remembered as he sheathed himself in her warmth, only vaguely aware that she cringed a moment during his entrance. 
    Sasha couldn’t think, couldn’t move as her fingernails scraped down his back, her hands gripping his shoulders and his back in an effort to make him move faster.  She arched against him, gasping slightly with the pain as he took her virginity but her overwhelming need was driving her now.  She pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body arching against his and moving to gain that small amount of friction that drove her crazy with need. 
    He wasn’t slow.  He wasn’t graceful.  He didn’t care because she was beneath him, driving him crazy with need.  He’d never felt like this before, even as a teenager.  This woman touched something so deep inside him he wasn’t aware of anything except her body moving against his own. 
    And when he glanced down, mildly aware that she was climaxing, he continued to push against her softness in an effort to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.  And in the end, he couldn’t even speak as his orgasm overtook him.  He thought he might have groaned or growled or something.  But all he was aware of was her soft, silky body and her arms gently wrapping around his shoulders as he fell against her. 
    A long time later, t he doorbell rang and Sasha opened her eyes , a horrified expression forming on her face as she realized what she’d just done .  Sitting up, she knocked his hand off her nakedness and looked around.  “What….?” her clothes were off to the side and she’d just had sex on the hardwood floor.  With a stranger!
    She stood up, gathering her clothes and fighting the tears that were now streaming down her face.  “Get out!” she hiccupped and almost slapped him when he lithely stood and looked down at her.  “Please, just leave,” she cried, hiding her face as she tried to pull her clothes back on. 
    “Sasha, stop it!” he commanded and took her wrists, stopping her from pushing him away any longer. “Look at me,” he ordered and waited until she complied.