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feel.’
    ‘It really gets better
than that?’ she gasped. I yanked her back against my body and kneaded her naked
full backside as I kissed and bit her neck.
    ‘O Summer, you have no idea the
heights I could take you to. If your sex potential were Everest, earlier we
barely made it to the start of the climb, let alone base camp or the summit.’
    ‘Take me part of the way then,’
she breathed in my ear as she kissed my neck in return and reached up to wrap
her arms around my neck.
    ‘Just say the word if it’s too
much,’ I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her and lifted her up onto my hips
and backed her against the wall. I heard her let out a startled gasp. ‘Sex in a
bed is a way overrated pastime,’ I grinned before taking her mouth again in a
crushing embrace, and hooked my hands under her knees to encourage her to wrap her
legs around my waist. I decided hard and fast was the best way to reacclimatise
her with my own dizzying peak, and dove into her soft fleshy warm folds and
felt her whole body tremble as she screamed. ‘O God baby, you’re so damn hot.’
    ‘Logan,’ she panted. I kissed her
before I pulled back and thrust into her again. She winced and gritted her
teeth.
    ‘Quit?’ I tested, praying she
wouldn’t say yes.
    ‘No,’ she mewled, with an edge of
determination in her voice. I tested her capacity with some slow forceful
thrusts and when I heard her whimper and felt her hips move slight towards
mine, I took it as a green light and started powering into her as I buried my
face in her neck, kissing and nibbling. I felt her hands reach up to tug on my
hair as she let out one cry after another, interspersed with my name. I longed
for it to be my real name that she called out, but if this was as good as I got
with her then so be it. I stepped closer to the wall, angling myself into her
deeper and she screamed my name and started quaking with a powerful orgasm, her
muscles nearly milking me to completion. I gritted my teeth, I was determined
to drag this out, to enjoy her as much as I could, she’d be too sore when she
woke up after this session to try again. The thought that it was my last time
with her spurred me on, I reached up and clasped her face, resting my forehead
on hers as I powered into her over and over, always varying the speed, force
and angle to make sure she had as much pleasure as possible.
    ‘Summer, you’re incredible,’ I
groaned as I sealed my mouth over hers to squash her moans. Our tongues duelled
with an intensity I’d never experienced and I had to focus on something other
than her to stop myself from coming when I felt her fall to pieces around me
again, sobbing tears of joy into my mouth. I made myself think of Camilla
Domville, my last client, who I’d had to fake it with for most of the night,
but even that didn’t dampen my desire for the delicious woman wrapped around me
now. I held her tightly as I turned towards the bed and we fell onto it, our
hands clutching and needy as we grabbed at each other and I continued to fuck
her like a man on death row. When she shattered for the third time, she juddered
that violently I was worried she’d break something, not least my cock. I roared
her name as my resolve to make this last failed me, and I had the most intense
ejaculation during penetrative sex that I’d ever had. We both lay panting and
damp in each other’s arms and when her eyes finally refocused, I smiled at her.
‘How was that?’
    ‘Tell me we just reached the
peak, because it surely can’t get any better than that?’
    ‘For me I sincerely doubt it, but
for you, we’ve not even reached base camp one.’
    ‘O shit,’ she sighed. ‘Then it’s
good I’m trying to be careful with my money. If I booked you again, you’d probably
kill me.’
    ‘Maybe it is a good thing,’ I
sighed sadly, and kissed her.
     

The Hardest Goodbye

    Logan
    I cursed in the morning when I woke up, with Summer draped
across my body. I never slept while I was

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