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fast, violently, until the cot creaked and collapsed underneath them. Both of them gasped. His head shot up in concern, but Della giggled. She bucked her hips up at him for him to continue. He liked that. She could tell. He worked his clenched buttocks in a frenzied circular motion then returned to his pump action, which made him escape her hole with a wet plop. He smiled and she rolled him over, seizing the moment to get on top. It was instinctual.

    He blinked up at her, shocked by her control. Should she tell him riding his cock would be her first? Did it matter to him that he know that all of it was truly her first? Even in the dark, she saw his heavy gaze going through her. There were no words. This was not to be explained. It just was. Della took his hands and put them to her breasts for him to continue to stroke and please her nipples. She eased down on him, taking inch by inch into her achy channel. Seated, she felt him warmly fill her inside. She bucked her hips front to back; the friction caused the convulsing of his penis, or so she thought. It moved so wondrously within her. Della pressed her hands to his chest, flat, then got to her feet but remained low to keep him inside. Now she could rise up and down on his still erect cock with ease. He groaned and thrashed to have her so open. She giggled. He released her breasts and grabbed the tops of her knees to control the rise and fall. But she had control. Then he pinched her turgid clitoris and she lost control. She fell over on him shaking all over. Her face pressed to his sweaty chest, her hips working back and forth.
    “My beautiful Buttercup, aah…hell, doll. I think I’m in love.”
    With one final mating thrust, he gripped her buttocks tight and pumped until his seed exploded within what should have been her forbidden paradise. The universe was a flare of white-hot flames and heat radiated from her skin. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he held her through her very first climax. The friction of his pubes on her clitoris sent shockwaves of pleasure that mixed with the currents of desire sweeping through her system. Della pressed her face to his chest to stile her cries of pleasure. Then she shuddered through the last of the most intensely felt orgasm she’d ever known in her meager life.

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There was silence except for their heavy breathing and the dings and calls of the carnival. Nothing stirred. A different kind of silence settled between them. What happened in the tent wasn’t something he had planned for. But that had always been his life. He never went the way of others. Still she was a surprise. He could lay with her for an eternity. It felt so right. He’d never shared feelings, sex or otherwise, with anyone. And now this strange bird flew into his life. How was that possible? Della lifted, and he groaned over their sticky parting. But she dropped on his side, keeping the plush warmth of her body close. He made room to keep her near the cot and not on the moist earth, though she had spread out rugs and blankets to cover most of it so the tent felt truly contained.
    “Sil, you a stick-up man too?”
    Silvio frowned. “What?”
    Della reached behind her and pulled out the gun. When he tossed his knickers, it fell out. She handed it to him. “I wouldn’t let Tiny see it,”
    she chuckled. Silvio nodded, securing it over his pants. He felt her eyes on him. When he looked back, he saw her staring down at him. Her wild hair had drawn up like a sponge. Still it was a dark cloud surrounding her face.
    She rested her chin in her palm. He was right about her beauty. It was through and through. Her soul possibly too.
    “Where your people from?” she asked in that singsong voice of hers.
    It was a strange question. He frowned not understanding at first. So he replied, “Kentucky.”
    She giggled, “No silly. That’s where they at. Where you from? I think you’re from Camelot.”
    “Camel who?” he gave a baffled blink.
    “I read, you know.