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once, and then twice. I groaned, an alien sound coming from deep within me. I looked down and tentatively ran my fingers through John’s hair, pulling him in closer. He gripped my hips hard and pushed his tongue inside of me for one moment before pulling away and encircling my clit with his lips. Sucking on it with aching, gentle slowness, his mouth seared hot against my flesh making me moan again, my hands clutching at his hair. The world faded out, my thoughts going blank as the climax swept through me, my legs trembling and nearly giving way beneath me. But John held me still, licking me with strong, tender strokes until I shook again, bucking hard against his face. At the last moment, he bit down very gently, sending another shockwave of pleasure to my center. John pulled away, panting, and stood. He took me into his arms and kissed me, my taste on his lips.

    “You taste good,” he murmured in my ear, his voice husky.  

    “Seemed like you thought so.”  

    “Do you want—”

    “Stop asking me what I want, and fuck me.” I’m not sure I’d said the last two words in my life—not in a context like this. But now, I pronounced each syllable, leaning into John’s ear and throwing my arms around his neck. My body prickled with heat, even as I said the words. I knew it was what I wanted, and God help me, in that moment I wanted it more than anything. Damn the consequences. John growled and lifted me, pulling my legs around his waist. The tip of his cock rested against my cleft, and I cried out. John reached into a suitcase and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto his cock.

    “Don’t ask me why I have these. I mean. It’s just in case.” I nodded, laughing and putting my hand over my mouth. He put his hands to my breasts, cupping them gently and pinching each nipple. I gasped, pulling him closer to me with my legs, gripping him as tight as I could. “You’re just so—”

    “Beautiful? You said. Now if this is the only night we’re going to be together...” My sex rushed with wetness, pulsing with anticipation. He moved his fingers to my pussy, his fingers moving over the delicate folds. He made small circles over my clit, sending deep shocks through every reach of my nervous system. I opened my mouth to speak again, to say something, to say anything. But no sound came out. John knelt before me on the bed and took me in his arms, hoisting me so that I sat just over the head of his cock.  

    “I’m ready,” I said, my voice coming out in a raspy whisper. I dug my nails into his skin, moving my hips down, sliding myself onto his cock. He gasped and gripped my waist and pushing me onto the bed beneath him. Thrusting himself inside of me, filling me completely, he let out a primal groan, grabbing my hair and pulling it hard. My breath hitched in my throat. I could barely breathe for the pleasure of it... the illicit desire played out behind closed doors. I looked into his eyes, dark blue and filled with passion... no longer sad and distant.  

    Pulling his hips away, he thrust into me hard again, making my conscious mind flicker in and out. Propping himself up, he moved like a piston, crashing into me again and again. My clit throbbed with each movement. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure as he pushed into me, bucking hard against my hips. He brought his hands to my ass and squeezed hard, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. I gripped him with my thighs and pushed him onto his back. My body desperate to take control, to come again, to use him for my release. He groaned, then moved his hands to my waist.  

    Lifting my body over his, I slid back down onto his cock, grinding my clit against him. This man… this stranger… he had transported me to a state of pure bliss. The world, my life, it faded to fireworks as I used his body, pouring myself against him. My muscles tensed, and I cried out, arching my back as chills ran up my spin.