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Ander slantedher another odd look. “No worries. I have it up.”

Lori snorted.“I can see that. It’s very impressively up. I was just wondering in general. Imean, obviously you won’t be attracted to all of your clients. And maybesometimes you find themveryunattractive. Do you have some sort ofmental thing you do to make sure you’re up for the job?”

There was apause as Ander rolled a condom down over his erection. “Yes,” he said at last.“I do. When people say the brain is the most important sexual organ, they’renot making it up. With some practice, you can think yourself into arousal.”

Lori consideredthat as Ander slicked up his condom-encased cock with a good amount of lube. Aweird impulse prompted her to quip, “But you didn’t have to do any mentalacrobatics to get hard for me, did you?”

His lipstwitched. “Of course not.”

She fought asmile and asked, “You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

“What do youthink?” He actually smiled at her. It wasn’t broad and it was half-ironic, but Loriloved how it changed his whole face. “You ready?”

She noddedagain, gulping as he got back into bed and settled himself between her legs. Hewas big. And she tried not to envision how tightly he would fit.

“I think webetter start with missionary,” he said, propping himself up above her. “There’sgood reason it’s the old favorite.”

“Sounds good.” Loriwas washed with waves of heat—it seemed to radiate off his body.

“The pressureis going to be uncomfortable at first. There’s no help for it. You’re veryaroused, so that will make it easier. The pressure will get a lot better onceI’m all the way in. Try to breathe through it and not clench up—just like youwere doing last time. If it’s too bad, tell me and I’ll pull out.”

“Okay.” Onceagain, her arms felt awkward and in the way. She ended up putting her hands on Ander’sshoulders. “I’m ready,” she said, breathing deeply and forcing her pelvicmuscles to stay relaxed.

She felt thetip of his cock nudging at her entrance. Then about an inch of penetration. Itwasn’t bad. She took another deep breath. As she released it, he eased himselfin a few inches more. More pressure now.

“All right?”

“Yeah,” shegasped. Her fingers had tightened on his shoulders.

Ander’s eyesnever left her face as he pulled back slightly and readjusted. “Take three moredeep breaths. When you let out your breath the third time, I’m going to go in alot deeper.”

She nodded,tossing her head back and forth on the pillow for a moment as she foughtagainst her instinctive reactions. Then she focused on breathing as Ander haddirected.

On her thirdlong exhale, she felt a significant increase in pressure. His slide into herchannel was careful, and at one point he pulled back and re-angled before hepushed into her again. The discomfort was momentarily so intense she choked outa pained mew.

She heard Anderbreathing above her, and he held himself very still, his cock sheathed in herbody. “All right?”

Lori noddedmutely. The worst of the pain was already easing, but the discomfort remained.She felt too full, too tight, too much.

“Just tell mewhen you’re ready.” His voice was a little hoarse, which was unusual enough tocause her to look up at him. His expression was neutral, however. Just asprofessional as ever.

She lay for aminute or two, breathing, shifting a little beneath him, and trying to adjustto his size. Finally, she said, “Okay. I think I’m good. Thanks for being sopatient.”

Ander stareddown at her, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. “You can take as long asyou need.”

Lori shook herhead, a few strands of hair sticking to her hot face. “I feel pretty decent.You’re going to help me, aren’t you? Show me how to do this?”

With a smallsmile, he said, “Whatever you want.”

He eased hiscock out halfway, then pitched his hips forward in an experimental thrust. “Allright?”

“Yeah.” Shefelt overly stimulated but her nervousness was nearly gone. Instead, a surge ofexcitement coursed through her. She was doing this.She was having sex.

Ander began aslow, gentle rhythm, his cock sliding inside her in an increasingly pleasurableway. “You can move your hips,” he said after a minute. “See if you can match myrhythm.”

She did as heinstructed, still clinging to his shoulders. It made the friction inside herfeel even better.

“How is it?” Anderasked. It was hard to see in the darkened room, but she thought he might beperspiring a little.

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