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He waitedpatiently until she’d relaxed and caught her breath again. Then she reached upto grab at his shoulders the way she had last time. “Okay.”

“Are you goingto want me to come again this evening?” Ander asked, before he started to move.

Lori just staredup at him, so turned on she had trouble understanding the purpose of thequestion.

“It’s easier ifI know beforehand, so I won’t take so long after you’ve come. But I’m more thanable to delay it,” Ander explained, “If you want me to stay hard. If you wantto come several times—”

“Oh,” sheinterrupted. Once again, she found the whole idea a little disturbing. “No. Idon’t think so. It’s just my second time and I don’t want you to thrust me rawtrying to give me multiple orgasms. You come like last time, if that’s allright.”

“All right.”

He helped heradjust her legs, bending them up on either side of his hips. Then he bracedhimself on straightened arms and started to thrust.

She focused onpumping her hips in time with his and she even remembered to squeeze around himoccasionally with her internal muscles. This time, they didn’t speak, and theonly sounds in the room were her accelerated breathing and the rhythmicsqueaking of the bed.

For somereason, the squeaking of the bed—the audible result of their carnal motion—gaveher silly jolts of pride and pleasure.

After a fewminutes, Lori’s pulse began to race and she felt overwhelmed with waves ofheat. Her steady rocking beneath Ander became more urgent and clumsy as thedeep pressure of her arousal began to tighten into a delicious knot.

Ander’s eyeswere focused and unreadable, but she thought she could see his features beginto tense up a little. That tiny evidence of physical response made Lori clencharound his cock.

He grunted whenshe did and jerked his head to the side. His steady thrusting speeded up butnever faltered. She’d moved her hands unconsciously down to his ass, and shecould feel the firm muscles there clenching and unclenching with each pitch ofhis hips.

She began toshake as the erotic pressure got deeper and deeper at her center. She writhedbeneath him, desperate for it to finally break.

“You’re aboutto come, Lori,” Ander murmured hoarsely. “Try not to clench up like that.”

She gave asoft, tiny sob as her body twisted. “I can’t. Help.”

He shifted hisweight onto one hand. He adjusted her legs again, pushing them up even farther.Then he pulled up enough to squeeze his free hand down between their bodies sohe could find and massage her clit.

Her orgasmbroke at the first pressure of his thumb. Her cry of pleasure and relief was nomore than a raspy exhale, but her whole body shook and jerked beneath him asthe spasms sliced through her.

Ander slowedhis thrusts, pushing deliciously against her contractions until her body hadridden out the pleasure. Then he asked, “You ready for me to come too?”

“Yeah,” shegasped, flushed and sated by her hard climax. “Yeah.”

Her channelfelt incredibly tight as he pumped into her with a fast, choppy rhythm. Shesqueezed around his cock as best she could and dug her fingers into hisshoulders.

It didn’t takehim nearly as long to come this time, and she watched as the tension cracked onhis face and a blaze of pleasure flared up in his eyes. He let out a chokedsound and then a thick exhale as his body finally let go.

There wassomething deliciously hot and soft about his body after he came. Lori felt itunder her hands and between her legs. She only had a few seconds to enjoy it,however, because he pulled off and out of her almost immediately.

When he got upto dispose of the condom, she pulled down her now wrinkled chemise. She feltkind of weird. Warm, relaxed and pleased with herself but at the same timewanting even more. She was a little sore, but not as much as last time. In anhour or so, she might be up for another round.

It was justafter nine o’clock. They still had a lot of time before midnight.

When Anderreturned, he pulled on his silk boxers and stretched out beside her, obviouslyrealizing she wasn’t through with him yet.

He turned his headand smiled at her. It wasn’t a broad or uninhibited smile, but it was muchbetter than the one he’d used earlier. “How was it?”

“Good,” sheadmitted. “Really good. The best one yet. And I didn’t need all the detailedinstructions, so that has to be progress.”

“How do youfeel?”

“Not bad. Justa little sore. But I think maybe later, we could...” She trailed off, annoyedwith herself for feeling a little surge of self-consciousness at her obviouseagerness to have sex with him again.

“We have plentyof time.”

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