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her, not speechless, but wordless. Her body writhed under his as she moaned. He was thick and long, and she could feel the length of him as he rocked slowly, in and out, obviously loving how she felt about it, until he slowly lost control. He banged at her, ground himself into her, and she was pushed into the edge of release once more, almost screaming as bigger waves hit her, tumbling with him down, down, as he also found his own climax.  
    Afterward, they lay naked in each other arms, gasping for breath, both laughing as they wiped the beads of sweat on each other's forehead. And they kissed, couldn't seem to stop kissing until she sat up and reached for the champagne. 
    "Will you do the honors of opening this?"
    "Of course," he said, smiling. He was still looking at her with a kind of indulgence on his face, then took another kiss from her mouth before opening the bottle. They each had a glass and sipped it along with feeding each other the dipped strawberries. 
    The next time they turned to each other, it was much slower, more involved. Portia made up by lapping cream off his cock this time. And he liked that very much.
    They made love all night, stopping only when they were so exhausted, they finally had to go to sleep.

Chapter TEN 
    WHEN Portia woke up the next morning, she felt tired but energized. She was also sore but in the best way. Stretching like a contented cat, she opened her eyes and saw that Brock wasn’t there. 
    Disappointed, she sat up and looked around. Then smiled. Most of his clothes were still on the floor. He couldn’t’ have left. She walked to the doors of the bedroom and could hear his voice. He must be talking on his cell phone , she thought. 
    She raced into her bathroom and splashed some water on her face and brushed her teeth. As she was coming out of the bathroom, Brock entered the bedroom and put his cellphone on the nightstand. At first, he had a serious expression on his face. Then he saw her and that instantly changed to a huge smile.
    "Hello, handsome," she purred seductively, suddenly confident because of that smile.
    "Come here, beautiful," he replied as his hands reached for her. He put his arms around her and then he gave her a long kiss. She knew he did not mean to get quickly aroused again, but when he raised his head, he has that look in his eyes that said he wanted her again.
    "How sore are you?" he whispered as his hand gently cupped her ass.
    She closed her eyes. It did not matter that she was sore. She wanted him again, too. Instead of answering, she pulled his head back to her and kissed him hard. Then giggled when he lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed.
    There, he looked down at her, and she could almost swear that his look held his heart. Then he set the robe aside, lowered his head, and traced kisses from her navel downwards, to her very core. Where he made her swoon and moan as he gently pleasured her with his lips and tongue again. When he entered her, she was so aroused it did not hurt at all. And their climax was slow but powerful, and complete. She knew they had crossed over a boundary after that as they settled in each others' arms, waiting for their hearts to slow down.
    The look of seriousness coupled with worry was in his eyes when he looked at her again. 
    “I have some news for you,” he said, his finger setting a strand of hair from her cheek aside. 
    She took a deep steadying breath before she answered. “What is it?” 
    “I’ve found your tormentor.” 
    She blinked. “Oh my god! Are you sure?” 
    “Without a doubt,” Brock replied. "At first I have no definite name of a person, just IP addressed. He... she was using computers in cafes. But my friend at the FBI finally made a break by correlating the physical addresses of those IP addresses to find a common thread." He looked at her then grinned. "You know what I love about you? When I'm talking jargon, you're still listening."
    She grinned, too. "At least you know