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against his side.  As they touched him, I heard his sharp breath. 
    My fingers drifted, following the line of hair on his flat belly until I reached his trousers.
    I glanced up to gauge Ram's reaction and saw that he was watching me with his hot, dark eyes.  I smiled as I opened his belt, my gaze never leaving his.
    I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I unbuttoned his trousers, slowly sliding the zipper down, careful not to touch his skin.
    I was reaching, intent on sliding my hand to capture the hardness of him when he flipped me on my back.  He settled himself between my thighs, the opened zipper cold against my belly.
    His mouth claimed mine, pressing me down into the mattress.
    I raised my legs, my thighs holding close to his sides but my feet were pushing his trousers down.
    "Be still, Pyari ," he said against my mouth and he reached down to slide his hand into the pocket of his trousers,  He pulled out a length of condoms, laying them on the bed.  He pushed his trousers all the way off before turning back to me.
    I glanced up at him trying, but failing, to keep a grin off my face.
    "Hoping to get lucky, Sailor?"
    "More like, praying…" he admitted before his mouth captured mine again.
    "I've always wanted to be the answer to some guy's prayers," I whispered against his mouth.
    He got up on his knees as he reached for a condom. I watched as he rolled it down his hard length. 
    "Marianne?" He whispered.
    "Yeah, Ram?" I whispered back waiting, wanting to have him fill me.
    "I'm not just some guy," he whispered softly as he eased himself inside me.
     
    *.*.*.*.*
    He woke up slowly realizing that she was wrapped around him; her head on his chest, her arm draped over his waist, their legs tangled. 
    And it felt…right.
    Especially after last night.
    He had never had sex like that, where there was more to a joining than just the body parts coming together.  Ever since they met, they had a connection between them, an electricity that was almost tangible.
    Ram wanted her and now, after having her, he wanted more. 
    He could feel himself begin to grow erect as he remembered their joining, watching her as he had slid into her.  Hearing her gasp as he sunk himself deeply, as if to claim her before he began to move, surging in, quickening his pace.
    The thrusting of his hips rough even as she met him stroke for stroke.
    Raising himself, straight armed so he could see.  Witnessed her generous breasts topped with her stiff nipples quivering as he pounded into her.  Observed the faint flush that stained her chest and face as he drove into her deeply, roughly again and again.
    Looking down and watching their connection, her channel slick as it gripped and released his cock.  He had levered himself on one hand using his thumb to rub her swollen clit. Her head thrown back and her body bowed, crying out as she reached her peak.
    His member had throbbed as he had watched her, deliciously tormented by the release he gave her, his name on her lips as she came. 
    He had dropped back to his forearms, his face in her neck, breathless as his own orgasm came upon him.  He had driven into her, emptying himself into the condom with a full body shudder.
    Her soft, warm hand encircled and stroked his cock that had hardened with just the memory of them the night before. 
    "Morning, Sailor," she said softly, sleepily.
    "Did you sleep well?"
    "Mmm hmm," she said on a full body stretch but her fondling, the sweet torture of her hand strokes beneath the sheet never stopped.
    He turned so that she was on her back and his lips grazed hers, softly, teasingly before moving lower to nibble her neck.  And lower still to capture the sweet buds of her nipples, licking, nibbling, tonguing them until the stiff peaks glistened with the wetness from his mouth.
    He toyed with her beautiful breasts and Marianne's hips began to move in shallow thrusts.  He caressed her slit, finding she was already wet. She continued to stroke him, rubbing,