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head fell back, separating their
mouths.
    Instantly, he dove for her bared throat, sucking
hotly on the curve of her neck, as he flexed his hips in short
bursts so the head of his shaft rubbed friction deep into the lips
of her sweet, puffy slit. Her knees drew upward as her heels
clipped the back of his thighs and held, seating him firmly in the
cradle of her hips.
    He rose, locking his elbows, as he arched his back
and thrust his hips harder. The helmeted head of his cock burned
with juicy friction through the lips of Clare's clinging sex. She
rode his shaft, writhing beneath him as she clutched his tightly
flexing biceps, scratching her fingernails into the muscle like a
kitten scratching a post. Her slender white throat arched and her
tawny hair spread wildly over his hands braced on either side of
her head.
    " S weet , hot little pussy," he moaned
low and deep in his throat as he dipped his gaze to watch the ruddy
head of his long curving penis sliding up and down through Clare's
undulating pussy.
    "Oh, Alex-Alex," she moaned, ardently. "More-more,
baby!" she panted.
    By God he'd give her more, Alex thought, and
with the heady weight of male satisfaction, he nudged the head of
his cock lower. Watching it slip beneath the brown curls of Clare's
pubis and feeling it press into her tight entrance. The circular
wetness surrendered under the pressure of his prod, until half of
the head was inserted and disappeared from his view.
    " Sweet baby," he groaned tightly, through his
clenched teeth, as he felt the muscles on his back ripple, while
his buttocks quivered. Then he pushed forward more.
    Clare cried out passionately, moaning as she arched
beneath him, thrusting her breasts high. The overwhelming need to
be planted deeply inside Clare drove him forward, until he was
encased to the root of his cock as the hot inner muscles of her
tight sheath convulsed in response.
    He began to rotate his hips, and Clare's small feet
curled around the back of his thighs, to use as leverage to raise
her hips upward to meet each of his thrusts. Then the dance of love
began in earnest. He'd never felt anything as miraculous as Clare's
sex accepting each of the plunges of his cock with tight heat. Each
draw against his shaft built pleasure that surged higher and
higher. It clenched his buttocks and tightened the muscles in his
body to sweaty tautness.
    He felt Clare reaching with him as she arched up to
meet each of his rapid prods. She clutched him, moaning higher
notes, and he heard it in her careens of pleasure. She was rushing
toward the pinnacle with him, and just looking down on her
passion-ravaged face tossing her head back and forth, he nearly
ejaculated.
    He grunted and squeezed to hold it back for his
woman. She had to come with him! He rotated his hips, thrusting
deep, and this new motion brought a cry of pleasure from Clare's
panting mouth. He followed the sounds. Turning his hips, and then
he felt her entire body clench as she arched backward. Yes! It was
then Clare climaxed on a heady scream, contracting the walls of her
vagina around him and bringing him home .
    "Oh, God! I love you," Alex belly-groaned as his seed
pumped deeply inside Clare and he fell forward, catching his weight
on his elbows. Clare panted beneath him and he squirmed a hand
around to gently brush the damp hair away from her face. Her dark
eyes melted into his as they looked at each other, while calming
their heavy breathing. He was transcended and he knew that he was
changed for life.
    But moments, later guilt attacked him that he hadn't
waited for Nick. That they hadn't waited. He looked away from
Clare, not wanting her to see, and he muttered, "Be right
back."
    Clare sighed watching Alex go to the bathroom. She
took several more deep breaths.
    "Wow," she whispered, then she rolled off the bed and
grabbed her purse, while her dress fell into place. Quickly, she
stopped in Alex's hall bathroom to clean up, before she hurried out
of his loft.
    She texted him,