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over my
sensible patent blue heels but I only bother to kick out of one leg hole and leave
them abandoned around my other ankle.
    His wandering hands run into the hollow of my back and
ripple over the dense ruck of my skirt. He splays his fingers over my bare
buttocks and swoops onto the backs of my thighs. Then, in one smooth movement,
he bends his knees and hoists me into the air. My hips draw level with his and
my face is the perfect height for kissing him again.
    I wrap my legs around his waist, cross my feet in the dip
of his back and cling to his shoulders for support. My heart pounds and my
breath is hard to catch. His brute strength, his intense passion, it’s the
biggest thrill of my life.
    The door is in line with my spine and he holds my weight
with ease. I feel him catch my bottom lip with his teeth. He nibbles a little
too hard and I whimper. He kisses the sore spot with a murmur as the head of
his thick penis prods at my waiting, willing entrance.
    I’m open and vulnerable. He hasn’t the time to make a slow,
gentle entry and I force myself to relax because I know he’s big, bigger than
Clint. I urge my pelvic muscles to loosen. It’s been a long time.
    But I have no chance to think because suddenly he’s in. One
hard, sharp thrust and he’s pounded into my depths.
    “Oh, Jeez…” I gasp as I clamp my eyes shut.
    “You okay?” he grunts at the end of his long entry moan.
    “Yeah… just… just don’t stop.”
    He withdraws a fraction and then rides back in right up to
the hilt. The head of his penis smooths past my G-spot, rubbing it wickedly.
His pubis shoves up against my aching clit and draws it from its hidden folds
of flesh.
    He pulls nearly all the way out and I miss him desperately,
but then he heaves back in with a groan and my clit bursts into a wildly sensitive
bud of pleasure. My internal walls become a mass of swollen need, clenching and
juicing for him.
     Over and over he slams into me. Supporting me under
my thighs and kissing any part of me he can reach — my face,
my neck, my cleavage. The door rattles in its frame with our exuberant passion,
but I don’t even consider the consequences if someone hears. My mind is lost to
everything other than John making up for our twelve months apart.
    I feel the first tug of orgasm. It’s building like a
skyscraper. Brick-by-brick, layer-by-layer, I know it’s going to be enormous.
It towers within me. I can sense his rising climax too. Each sharp breath he
hisses out, every dipped clench of his muscled buttocks, every grunt vibrating
through his chest tells me he’s getting close.
    I drag my hands through his hair and pull at the remaining
short curls at his nape. “John… John…” I don’t know what I want to add to my
sentence, I just need to say his name while he’s so deep inside me. Moments
like these are so rare they’re as precious as life itself.
    “I’m going to…” He arches his neck to the ceiling and his
teeth clench. The muscles around his mouth contort with a desperate need to
control his own body. “Hurry up… Raine, I’m going to come… any sec…” He sucks
the words through an inward breath and holds them, as if not daring to breathe
out again.
    His cock is a rod of solid steel, igniting every hot spot
inside my body. The intensity of his entire weight blasting at my clit, belting
at my G-spot, sends me over the edge of my precarious cliff and I grab for my orgasm.
It’s not hard to catch, it’s hovering, playing, teasing me so I let it win with
overpowering majority and take it for all it’s got. I erupt into a heavenly
spasm of convulsions. A volcano of pure pleasure pounds through my veins and
arteries. For that moment it overtakes every thought, memory, piece of
knowledge I’ve ever had.
    A primitive howl tries to escape my lips, but anticipating
this usual wild animal reaction John clamps a firm hand over my open mouth. I
try not to bite down on his palm but fail and feel soft, tender flesh