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me, Pax,” she said before I could finish.
    I pulled back and gave her a hard thrust and asked,
“Like that?”  She nodded.  “Open your eyes, baby, I want you to watch as my
cock plunges into that tight cunt of yours, see the look of pure ecstasy break
out when I take us both over the edge.  I want you to come with me but only
when I tell you to.”
    I watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open,
her breath labored, and sweat glistening over her body.  The sight of her tits
bouncing around was disrupted as she rubbed a hand down her middle to massage
her clit while she held her gaze on me.  Her other hand moved to one of her
breasts and massaged it.
    “Fuck, Allie,” I said through a clenched jaw as I
continued to thrust.  Her passage was threatening my length and causing my
balls to tighten up much quicker than I would have liked.
    “Harder,” she said.
    She had me entranced with her own ministrations
that I couldn’t do anything but control the pace, so I gave in.  Her cries began
to escalate and her internal muscles gave me their sign of impending eruption.
    “Come,” I said, “come with me, Allie, now .” 
I cried out with her, exploding as she milked every bit of my juices.  “Oh,
God, baby!”  I slowed my thrusts, our erratic tremors ebbing.
    When our breathing stabilized, our eyes connected
again and a blush covered her entire body.
    “You’re so fucking sexy,” I said.  “That was
intense.”  I growled into the aggressive kiss I delivered her.
    I rolled onto my back and pulled her so her head
lay on my shoulder, while I ran an open palm down her back and let it settle at
the base of her spine.
    “I think I might be addicted to you by the week’s
end,” she said, causing both of us to laugh.
    “I think I might have to tie you to my bed to make
you stay,” I rebutted.  She shivered in my arms.  “You, like that idea.”  It
hadn’t been a question, more of an observation.
     
    After a bit of playful banter, I turned off the
lights and we settled under the sheets.  I held onto Alissa, my body started to
lull and sleep claimed me.  The last thing I remember was the distinct feeling
of warm lips over my heart.

Chapter 8
    It was just before seven when I woke and the sun
was peeking through the edges of my curtained window.  I turned to find Alissa
on her stomach, the sheets lowered to just above her bare bottom.  Her eyelashes
fluttered, brushing against the tops of her cheeks and a smile graced her face.
    Must be a good dream.
    I scooted closer to her and my fingers traced the
delicate edges of her shoulder blades, making their way down her spine.  She shivered
when my fingers reached the edge of her breast.  Her arms were tucked under her
pillowed head.  Even in her sleep she responded in a way I had never seen
another woman do so with me before.
    I thought of the previous night and the things that
we had done, things that I had said and done to her.  I couldn’t explain
where the guts to do so had come from.  In all of my thirty-four years, I had
never once been that kinky or demanding in bed.  It had felt liberating to say
the least and I hoped to pull a repeat session with her sometime soon.
    My focus now returned to the present, I noticed
her blue orbs staring back with that amused smirk of hers splayed on her lips. 
“I have to say that the sight of you in thought like that first thing in the
morning makes for quite a picture,” she said.
    “Good morning,” I said and kissed her cheek.
    A strand of her blonde hair fell in her face and I
brushed it off to the side, tucking it behind her ear.  My eyes never left hers.
    “Good morning,” she said.  She blushed and buried
her head into the pillow with a groan.
    “What’s that for?”
    “I was thinking about what we did last night,” she
said into the pillow.
    I laughed.  “I take it that you enjoyed it?”
    She lifted her head.  The twinkle in her eyes had
returned.  “Enjoyed, you could say that,