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she wanted
him inside her too.
    He walked to the side of the bed and opened a drawer in the
bedside table. He pulled out an unopened box of condoms and she almost laughed
as she watched him turn it so that he could check the date on it. Always
practical. They must have been okay as he ripped it open and pulled a strip
out. He ripped one free and tore it open. Within seconds he had it rolled on
and was joining her.
    She started to ask him a question and then thought better of
it. She didn’t want to take the chance that she might say anything that would
stop him from thrusting his cock deep inside her. Instead she opened her arms
and legs wide, making room for him between them.
    He moved over her and braced one hand on the bed, lifting
the other to trace over her nipples.
    “I’ve always loved your breasts. So perfect.”
    “They’re just average.”
    “There’s nothing average about you.”
    Then he dipped his head and licked over her. He let his body
cover hers, his head aligned with her chest, his hard abdomen pressing against
her pussy. He used his hands to plump and shape her breasts while his mouth
moved back and forth between them, kissing and licking over the mounds and
nipples. Finally he took one nipple between his lips and sucked greedily on it.
Hard pulls that had her rubbing her pussy up against his stomach.
    “Jonas,” she moaned.
    He slowly let her nipple slip free and his lips moved up and
then over her shoulder before tracing a wet path up her neck. She felt his hand
slide down between them and then the head of his cock was at her opening,
nudging for entrance. She lifted her knees, bracing her feet against the
mattress and pressed up into him.
    He sank a little ways inside and they both groaned. His
hands gripped her hips, holding her while he thrust hard and filled her with
his cock. Perfect, as if he were made for her body. She fit him like a glove
and she flexed and squeezed around him, letting him feel how perfect they were
together.
    “Fuck,” he moaned and began pumping inside her.
    She could tell he was trying to take it slow but she wanted
none of that. She wanted it hard and fast and now. She grabbed his shoulders
and urged him on. Her hips lifted to meet every thrust and she gripped him as
he pulled back. Then he stopped.
    He shifted to his knees between her sprawled thighs and
lifted her legs high in front of him until her feet rested on his shoulders.
Holding on to her calves he thrust into her again. Slow and easy, as if he were
testing to see if she could handle him in this position. She could. She used
his shoulders to brace herself as she lifted her hips into him, meeting him
thrust for thrust.
    She could see the sweat on him. The sheen of it on his chest
and arms, felt sweat coat her skin as well. For her there was nothing better
than hot, sweaty sex. She loved the smells, the sensation of taking a man’s
cock inside her. She loved every position, every facet and, honestly, there was
little she hadn’t tried. But for some reason, this was different. Sex was
different with Jonas. Somehow it was better, more intense.
    He pulled free again and damn it, she had been really close.
    “Roll over.”
    She hurried to comply. Doggy-style was one of her favorites.
She loved the feel of a man behind her, coming over her, gripping her hips and
driving into her again and again.
    As soon as she was on her hands and knees he was behind her,
thrusting his cock inside. His hands gripped her hips and held firm while he
pumped. His grip kept her from moving back into him, allowing him complete
control. It was just how she liked it. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she
lowered her upper body to the mattress, going down onto her elbows and gripping
the comforter with her hands.
    Jonas seemed to enjoy the slight change in angle and with a
groan he rode her harder, faster until the only sound that filled her ears was
the slap of their flesh and the harsh sound of them both panting.
    “I’m