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kiss.
    Coming hadn’t diminished my need, especially when I could feel him between my legs, pressing against my lips and still sensitive clit.
    Not breaking the kiss, he lifted me into his arms and carried me. I didn’t bother looking to see where we went, but soon he set me down on a soft, comfortable surface. A bed. I’d forgotten we had still been standing in his living room, so enraptured I’d been.
    There were speakers in here, too. The music had reached a natural peak around the same time I did, but it was building again.
    He kissed me again, and I had no room for thinking.
    When he broke it off, I looked down, determined to repay the favor he had just given me, only to see he had already sheathed himself with a condom and was settling in close to my entrance.
    His eyes burned into me and I bit my lip and nodded.
    His tongue had felt incredible on my pussy, but his cock was better.
    He spread me open and slid into me an inch at a time. It seemed to take forever, but soon his hips rested against mine, buried inside of me.
    I took Chris’ face between my hands and pulled him down, kissing him as I rocked my hips around and shifted his cock inside of me, getting used to his size and the stretch it gave me. It felt amazing.
    His hips shifted and the thrusting began. My eyes rolled back in my head and I dropped back to the bed to focus on the sensations, unable to spare any attention to making out.
    My hands were at his waist, pulling at him, encouraging him. Primed to blow from my earlier climax, he took me to the brink again within minutes. As he pushed deep inside of me, the floodgates broke, and I dug my fingernails into his back as my body shook from the pounding he gave me.
    He didn’t stop, and a part of me noticed that he thrusted in time with the beat as he continued to drive me higher and higher. It was more intense than anything I had experienced before—Jeff would have popped long before this point. I’d never had a guy continue to fuck me through an orgasm, and the way my muscles contracted around him was a whole new level of pleasure.
    Soon he had pushed me straight through to another, higher, brilliant burst of sensation. The enormity of it scared me, and I wasn’t sure I could do anything after it all.
    I gripped Chris’ neck and pulled him down so his body covered mine.
    “Come with me,” I begged, which devolved into a scream.
    As if the words were a magic command, his hips jerked once or twice more before he slammed all the way into me. I could feel him get even thicker as his cock spasmed and he came. It felt incredible as his heat poured into me, filling me further.
    “Oh, God,” I whispered, trembling in his wake.
    Chris collapsed on top of me, but still supported enough of his weight on his elbows so he didn’t crush me. It felt better than I’d imagined.
    I stroked his back as I basked in the feelings that still ran through me. Muscles that had been tense for ages finally relaxed.
    Chris rolled off me and reached down to pull off the condom.
    “Oh, shit.” His words barely registered through my bliss. “Leah.”
    “Yeah?”
    “The condom broke.”

 
     

     
    “What?” The sleepy and indulgent voice turned sharp and panicked in a hurry. I hated to do that to her.
    “It looks like it snapped at some point. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice earlier.” I was an idiot. It had felt so good, being wrapped up in the moment with this incredible woman, the music pumping, hands flying, and all that sexy moaning.
    Too good. I should have noticed.
    I threw the tattered remains of the latex into the garbage can in disgust.
    “How could this happen?” she asked. “Did you put it on right?”
    Her eyes were wide. Frightened. I bit back the automatic sarcastic response that had been about to come out of my mouth. “I know how to put on a condom. These things happen sometimes if you have sex a little more vigorously than most people.”
    “What do we do?” This must have never happened