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felt his answering needs in the tightening of his fingers entwined with hers.
    Their food was delivered, but neither seemed inclined to eat. It grew cold between them.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Nick said gruffly, and they rose and left the restaurant, pausing only long enough to pay and leave a tip for their waitress.
    Back in the car, Nick leaned across and kissed her, his mouth hot and demanding. Silently, they drove back to her house. She was aware they hadn’t talked, but it seemed they’d spoken volumes to each other.
    Nick followed her in, and she led him to her bedroom, pausing only to kiss and grope each other. His hands brushed the tips of her breasts, and she gasped and got rid of the dress she’d worn. Her hands tore at his belt buckle and reached inside to feel him hot and turgid, filling her palm with an urgency that matched hers. They left his pants in the hall, his shirt was draped over an expensive sculpture Charlie had thought she couldn’t live without. His shoes and socks were shed at the foot of the bed. She was naked and waiting.
    They fell on the bed together, her hands clenching his hard cock, his hands cupping her butt cheeks to pull her closer. He dipped his head and caught one of her nipples and sucked on it, his teeth raking along her sensitive tips. They kissed some more, their breaths coming in gasps, their hands plundering, exploring, enticing slivers of desire that pierced them both.
    They joined in one long thrust of his penis into her hot moist channel. She writhed and moaned with ecstasy. He moved against her, his muscle and flesh inside her, creating a friction that spurred them on. Her nails clawed his soft buttocks, urging him deeper and deeper. Their climax was shattering. Like nothing she’d ever known. She screamed with its intensity and heard Nick’s hoarse shout. They fell together, exhausted and elated at the same time. Their sweat mingled, the scent of sex filled the air, and they slept.
    Later, they woke and showered together. Nick picked her up, and she wrapped her long legs around his middle while he penetrated her and pumped against her until the shower stall was filled with steam. They showered again and went back to the bed where they cuddled silently. They slept and woke to make love again.
    She filled her mouth with his hot penis, sucking and swirling her tongue over his tip until he moaned and tried to pull away, but she insisted, and he came, filling her mouth with the hot salty taste of his semen.
    “I can’t leave you unsatisfied,” he insisted and took the initiative, laying her back while he stroked and nibbled and kissed every part of her.
    She’d had oral sex before, but not like Nick. She tried not to be jealous of the thought that he’d learned such expertise with some other woman, but then he brought her to a climax and she forgot everything, except the shuddering pulses that claimed her body.
    And when she thought she couldn’t endure any more, he rose above her and his hard cock slid into the place his tongue had just been, only deeper, God, so much deeper, filling her, touching clenching muscles, unerringly finding the G-spot that made her cry out and stiffen.
    Even then he gave her no surcease. His penis pumped against her until she cried out with each thrust, and she felt herself coming at the same time as him. His spume flooded her, and her muscles clenched tighter and tighter until she thought she might black out. Then the downward spiral began, and she sagged against him, whimpering and shuddering. They remained bound together by semen and sweat until he stirred.
    “I have to go,” he said. “It’ll be daylight soon, and I don’t want anyone to see me leave here. Not until we’ve decided how we want to handle this.”
    He pulled out of her, and she felt emptiness where he’d been. She moaned in protest, and he leaned back to kiss her. She lay half dozing while he gathered up his clothes, dressed and with a final kiss, left the room.