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there, tremulous and panting. Carol stared at him, taking in his glistening skin, the thick, bunched muscles.
    But once was not enough. She felt the frenzy in her loins; she’d never had a man like him. Josh rose slowly, holding her clutched against him. And as she felt him stirring, she couldn’t hold back her cry.
    “More!”
    Now her arms grabbed onto his broad bare shoulders, and she leaped up at him, clutching his hardness with desperate strength, wrapping her legs and thighs around his torso, supported by his legs. She felt him grip her back, squashing her breasts against the muscle of his chest. His penis was a bolt that slammed into her with a lover’s passion, as if he wished to nail her to a wall and keep her there forever.
    And then he reached around her, and she felt his fingers sliding down the velvet of her back, down to her tender ass, where they tickled at the down and made her squeal; then shifting her in the cradle of his arms, he dug his fingers deep into the soft, resilient flesh of her buttocks. She heard his breathing, as ragged as her own, and at every breath, she felt the fire of his insistent strength and desire prodding within her.
    His ice blue eyes were bright and intent upon claiming her. Her brain was flame; his member pulsed inside her, and detonated again. Her nipples quivered, straining to pin him against her, and her nails raked hard and insistent at his back.
    Moisture trickled as they sucked and grappled. Pleasure so acute it made her gasp with fierce delight, and shockingly, he was still inside her, still driving in and pounding. And she felt herself give way, as if his thing was a monumental spike about to pierce right through her. Once again, their bodies jolted with the joy of his ejaculation.
    Setting her down, he panted for a moment, out of breath from his exertions. Her body squirmed frantically as his mouth moved down upon her. His lips slid down to her still-aching breasts, and he paused in his attentions to suckle at her, licking at her roseate crests as if her skin gave forth a sugared sweat.
    She cried aloud, with lewdness and elation. She felt him nibble hard upon a nipple. Excitement thrilled her. He drew back, admiring the rich, deep color of her areola; then his mouth returned to her flesh and he sucked it hard.
    The sandpaper texture of his skin, the pain of his teeth denting the tender nipples of her breasts made her entire body boil and sizzle with desire. She pressed her warm mouth against his silky hair, giving him hard, repeated kisses. A moment’s rest; two breaths that came as one. And then he swelled still further.
    Deeper and still deeper he forced his shaft until it was lodged up to the hilt—until it suddenly burst, spraying a torrent of semen into her body. She heard the howl and roar of her own voice as his deeper-pitched one sang and bellowed; while her pelvis continued thrusting even as her body wriggled lasciviously against his wild dick. Until, at last, with one more convulsive blast, their two entwined bodies spasmed, jerked, and then relaxed. And they lay there, weary but content.
    He looked at her, his lips murmuring soft things that felt like love, and she responded, wrapped herself around him. They lay quietly for brief minutes staring at each others’ eyes, and their faces shone with adoration. It was a time of tenderness. She touched his face, he stroked her silken thigh, caressed her crotch.
    In her thoughts, she was comparing him to Dugan, who was insensitive and horrid in his indifference to her woman’s need for affection and for caring. His eyes had never looked at her as if he thought her valuable and priceless. And although Josh was determined in his intense lovemaking, she understood even when he entered her forcefully, it was not just to please himself, but to please her too.
    She realized, with a sting of recognition, that she liked this. With a trace of guilt, (thinking how her mom would blush and stutter if she could see her and