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the sinews in her thighs in strong relief as she strained to encompass his body between her legs.
    She’d obviously had experience sheathing a man before. Her movements were deft and efficient. She paused to smooth the latex down his aching cock.
    Nathan reverted to caveman. “Do it.”
    She knew he was losing it too. He caught her feeling of satisfaction before it disappeared behind her mental barrier. “Such finesse.” She lifted, giving him a magnificent view of her dripping wet pussy. They were too eager for much foreplay. He should be grateful she managed as much as she had. He supported her as she moved up. Not that she needed it, but gentlemanly instincts were ingrained into him, even now. She hovered over him and gripped his shaft, and he groaned. When she moved gently, teasing him with possibilities, recognition hit him of the way she mirrored his actions earlier and he laughed. “Getting your own back?”
    “Oh no,” she said. “That comes later.”
    Plunging down, she gave him about as much mercy as he’d given her. None.
    And she started to ride as if she’d kicked her mount from walk to full gallop, bypassing trots and canters. Slamming her body onto his, she arched her back. He lifted his knees to give her some support. She ignored his efforts to be a gentleman, other than to work him harder, lift higher, and slam down on him, bathing his balls with her essence. He’d never wash again. He wanted some tangible memory of this, even though he knew better.
    Nothing lasted. Nothing at all.
    “Your turn to stop thinking,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light, the blue darkened with passion.
    She was right… It was. He strained up to meet her, matching her frantic plunges with deep thrusts up into the bliss of her pussy, hot, open, and for now, all his. They danced in time with each other, his athleticism meeting her grace and strength, in many ways a perfect physical match. She was slender elegance, and he was brute strength but with a reined-in control that nobody had broken. Kristen came fucking close.
    He struck gold when she froze and then moved again, more frantically this time. He’d found her sweet spot. Just where it should be, as if he’d crooked his finger inside her and tickled. Next time . There was so much he wanted to do with her and not enough time to do it. The story of his life.
    Ecstasy beckoned a short stretch away. He could see it if he closed his eyes—
    “Open them. I want to see them.”
    Grinning, he recognized his sentiments from earlier. She was getting a bit of her own back. He had no objection to keeping his eyes open when the view was so good.
    Her breasts jiggled just the tiniest amount, enough to tempt him to move his hands from her waist. He cupped the sweet, soft mounds, ran his thumbs across her nipples repeatedly until they were hard as bullets, then covered them with his palms and pressed. She pushed back, rubbing them against his hands and moaning his name.
    Gritting his teeth, he had to work to hold on to his senses. He could have come at any time, but now it was becoming inevitable. She plunged harder, and he released one of her breasts to work her clit with his thumb, holding it against his body so every time she came down, she brushed it. A few thrusts later, he went with her, pinched it hard. When she moaned encouragement, harder still before releasing it and letting her do the work. Then he delivered another pinch. She liked it, although it must be giving her a twinge of pain.
    His first hint that she’d reached her apogee was the flutter of her inner passage against his cock. Then he took over, holding her steady with one hand while he worked her clit and fucked her. Careful to maintain the angle, or as careful as he could be given the circumstances that his whole body was running out of his control. She gripped him, her pussy clenching around him, and his balls tightened. His sperm shot up, spurted, and he groaned, but he didn’t stop