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moist noises of their connected sex parts, their strained breath
and the scattered groans were music to Carisa , more
tuneful than any symphony or hit single.  
    They
moved in hectic tandem, as they stretched and searched for release.   And as the tension built, Carisa shut her eyes with the intensity of it and the powerful need.   She reached out with blind desire and clawed
his back with her nails, the action evoking hoarse cries of pleasure from Alex.   For Carisa ,
her wild instincts dictated her actions, beyond conscious thought.
    Alex
withdrew until no more than the tip of his dick remained within her, then
rammed hard and fast in a powerful thrust she thought would impale her, body
and soul.   In the rush of feeling, the
rowdy crazy explosion of erotic pleasure propelling them both into somewhere
beyond reality Carisa cried out, her scream lost in
the other sounds of their coming.   At the
very end, he silenced her with his mouth against hers.
    When
cognitive thought returned Carisa realized they’d
wrecked the bed, stripped the sheets to the mattress and scattered the covers
to the floor.   Satisfaction mingled with
potent contentment and neither cared.   They slept in a tangle, skin against skin, half the night until Alex
roused enough to pluck the comforter from the floor to cover them both.
    She
awoke to sunshine, the golden rays puddled on the floor.   For a few moments, Carisa didn’t recognize her surroundings then recollection rushed over her.   She stirred and touched Alex, still asleep
beside her.   His arm draped over her and
as she moved, he turned his face toward her without opening his eyes.   When Alex woke several drowsy moments later,
he grinned at her.
    “I
like waking up with you,” he said.
    Carisa wondered how many women he’d
told the same, and who the last overnight guest might’ve been.   Curious if it’d been a few weeks or months or
even a year, she touched his face, her fingers light against his cheek.   If she asked outright, he might get angry,
but if she said nothing, she would wonder forever.   The intimate, happy moment wouldn’t last if
she didn’t inquire so she said, tone light and almost festive, “I bet you tell
all the girls the same thing.”
    His
eyes darkened with emotion and his expression turned solemn.   Alex shook his head. “No, I don’t.   In fact, I’ve never been one to have anyone
sleep over.   I can’t lie and say I
haven’t enjoyed other women, but you’re the first I ever asked to stay, here,
in my home.   You’re special, Carisa , and I can’t begin to explain how I feel.”
    Gratified
and humbled by his honest response, one she believed, Carisa met his unblinking gaze. “I’m glad,” she said when she could summon words
around the knot of emotion in her throat. “Alex, I’m not the kind of girl who’s
into casual sex.   I think…”
    He
interrupted her with a kiss or she would’ve said she thought she could fall in
love with him, something Carisa always swore she
didn’t think possible.   But then she’d
never experienced the camaraderie she did with Alex, the shared tastes and
interests, the meshing of two minds and two bodies.   Carisa never
imagined anyone as compatible with her eclectic make-up or just how
mind-blowing sex with the right guy could become.
    Alex
robbed her breath and lit the fuses to all her senses.   Her somnolence turned into sensual heat,
sweet and slow.   Without any foreplay
besides his kiss, Alex entered her, slipped into her depths and brought her to
ecstasy with skill.   He moved with
tenderness, with gentle care perfect for a morning-after idyll.   Carisa soared high
like a butterfly floating among the clouds.
    After,
she curled against him.   Saturday
stretched out before them, filled with promise.   Carisa inhaled the aroma of coffee and poked
Alex.
    “When
did you make coffee?”
    He
grinned. “Last night. I set it up with the timer.”
    “Oh,”
she laughed. “Alex, can I