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Eventually, herbody was drenched in sweat and aching with exhaustion, but she still wantedmore. She was overwhelmed by a deep craving for Ander, for his body and thepleasure he was giving her. He showed no signs of faltering or losing hiscontrol. He was sweating too—streams of perspiration running down the sides ofhis face and the middle of his chest. He was still clenched as tight as a fist.

But his eyeswere unwavering, fixed on her face, and the motion of his hips was ceaseless.

“Oh God,” shegasped after her fourth orgasm. Her body squirmed desperately but he held herhips firmly with one strong hand. “You’re killing me.”

“Too much?” herasped, the words seeming to stick in his throat. He was still massaging herclit and the bit of flesh was so sensitive now it was almost painful.

“No. Wanna comeagain.” Her body was starting to shake as another climax tightened in responseto the stimulation. “Faster. Please.”

Anderintensified his thrusting and the pleasure swelled up and burst open. She madeinvoluntary sobbing sounds as she came once more, even though she tried to biteher lip over the helpless noise.

With abreathless huff, Ander shifted positions suddenly, leaning forward and bracinghis arms on either side of her. The shift changed the angle of penetration, andLori’s clit was finally freed of the massage. But now all she could feel was Anderabove her—heat from his shaking body overwhelming her, drowning her.

He usuallylooked so cool and polished. How could he possibly generate so much heat?

He was stillholding onto the threads of his control, but she didn’t want him to anymore.“You come now,” she said weakly, her arms reaching up to hold onto his neck.

He inclined hishead, maybe a nod, maybe just a random twitch of his neck. His mouth was sotight now his lips were white, and sweat from his body was smearing onto her.He fell out of rhythm, pumping into her hard and fast.

She thought shewould just enjoy watching him come, but the shaking of their bodies and the wayhis cock drove inside her pushed her into climax once more.

“Oh God,” shegasped, clawing at his neck and shoulders. She couldn’t stop, even though sheknew she was leaving angry scratches on his skin.

He grunted, andshe read it as a question

“Coming again.”Her body tightened up and she tried to breathe as he’d taught her to. Shecouldn’t even begin to take a full breath.

She managed towrap her legs around him, squeezing him with her arms and her legs. Her orgasmwas on the edge of cresting, and Ander’s hot, shuddering, urgent body feltdelicious against hers.

She cried outbreathlessly as the tension broke inside her, and Ander let go at the sametime. As she rode out the waves of pleasure, she was conscious of Anderreleasing a loud, guttural sound, just at her ear. His hips jerked and his bodyseemed to pulse as his own climax ripped through him.

She collapsedback onto the bed with Ander on top of her. She was soaked with sweat and shakywith fatigue and an overload of sensation. Her eyes, throat, and lungs burned,and she was sore from his cock and the stretching of her stomach muscles.

Her intimateflesh felt swollen, and still throbbed with achy pleasure.

“Oh God,” shegasped. She stroked the skin she’d scratched on Ander’s neck, shoulders, andback. “Oh God.”

Ander grunted,breathing damply and very fast against the crook of her neck.

“Oh God, thatwas good,” she said. His body was still radiating heat but it had softened lusciouslywith the release of so much tension. When he didn’t answer, she added, “You allright?”

“Yes.” Hestraightened his arms, pulling himself off of her. Then he held the condom inplace as he pulled his cock out with a slurping sound. “I’ll be right back.”

Once again, hewent to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. And once again, she heard thewater running and thought he was gone longer than usual.

When he finallycame back, he didn’t get back into bed. She was a little disappointed, sincethey still had more than a half-hour left of the evening. Not that she couldtake any more sex tonight, but she always enjoyed their chats afterward.

She knew Anderwell enough by now to know that he was ready to leave. Not that he’d ever sayso. She had paid until midnight. But she understood the question in his eyes ashe stood looking down on her.

She wasactually a little hurt. She’d had amazing sex—mind-blowing sex—and now hecouldn’t wait to get away from her.

Maybe he wastired, though. Maybe he’d had a bad day. She liked and respected him too muchto make him stay just because she technically had another half-hour of boughttime.

With a smile,she said, “You can take a shower if you want. I’ve had all I can handletonight.”

He thanked herand retreated to the bathroom with his clothes.

Lori sighed andtold herself to be reasonable. There was no reason to have her feelings hurt. Thiswas business to him. While she was convinced he’d enjoyed the sex, there was noreason for him to linger afterwards, just because she felt like reflecting onhow good it had been.

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