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Kassidy lowered her hand and shrugged. “I trust me, Tarek. And when things are physical with us, your defenses are down. I felt that when you were inside of me. And you know what? My instincts say I should trust that feeling again. So why don't you get inside of me, Tarek. I know you want too.”

She reached his mouth by rising on her toes. He met her kiss with a soft seal of his lips against hers. He drew her shirt up and over her head and tossed it aside.Since she was braless and she knew how much he loved her breasts, she brought his hands to each. She pushed down the sweats she wore and stepped out of them. Kassidy took another step back and turned away to walk toward the bed. But he stopped her. He walked up behind her. He put his hand to the tender spot where she knew there was bruising on her shoulder. And then she felt a soft kiss to soothe her. In fact, he kissed several tender spots along her back and shoulders. He finished with his lips brushing her nape.

His hands went around her waist and his fingers spread, as one hand went south and the other ventured North. Tarek’s nearness was overwhelming. He cupped her breast and he cupped her sex. He gave them both a squeeze. A delightful shiver of submission went through him and she parted her feet a fraction so she was certain he could really know how wet and hot she was for the touch of his hand.

“You keep this up and I might not be able to resist the urge to keep you here forever.”

“You don’t want that, not the forever but it’s nice to hear you say it. I don’t need you either but I’ll do this. Your way,” she sighed and closed her eyes. “And then you’ll see things my way. Yes. You’ll see,” she said.

He eased his finger inside of her and her knees weakened as her limbs trembled. Her brain tried to sluggishly connect with consciousness as the hot burning need to have him pleasure her body ruled her sensibility.

“Last chance, Braveheart. I know you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the tradeoff....”

“You’re a lot sexier when you shut up,” she said. He chuckled at her using his words on him. He teased her with his fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip and the excitement tickled her intimately. She parted her thighs a bit more to allow his fingers to slip, and his tickling to reach further. The soft touch of his hands sent a trail of heat over her skin, and goose bumps rising over her flesh.She felt drugged by his power, his clean male scent. He pinched her nipple harder than she liked and she winced. He stuck his tongue in her ear as his erection pressed hard against her backside.

He forced her to bend over. Her face was flat on the mattress now, as were her arms and hands. The dip he put into her back made her ass rise up, and the draft of the room washed coolly over the parted lips of her vagina. His hand explored and smoothed down the center of her back to the small dimple at the hollow of her spine. Softly his touch continued as he caressed her right butt cheek. He thumb-stroked her clit with quick rubs and flicks. And it sounded like he knelt down behind her. She wanted to look back to see if she was right but couldn’t move. He hadn’t told her to remain still, she just knew he preferred that she did.

Tarek pressed his thumb inside of her and wiggled it. Her mouth opened and lips parted in a silent gasp. His lips sealed over her clit, and the moan in the back of his throat surfaced to match the soft one escaping from her mouth. Her tender bud swelled against his tongue with a soft vibration. He sucked harder and pressed his tongue against the tiny spot under the hood of her clit. This delivered the desired reaction from her. Her buttocks jiggled and she squirmed with pleasure. He tore his mouth away and sat back on his haunches.

“You ready, darling?”

Before she could respond Tarek pulled her down. At first she thought he’d take her with her body pinned down, and unable to resist what he delivered as he had done before in the kitchen. But she was wrong. He angled her over the top of his erection then pulled her hips to make her slide down on him. And it was a hard descent, she felt as if his dick had doubled in size. She was seated on his lap with her back to him.

He whispered, his breath hot against her ear, when he commanded, “Move.”

She gripped the footboard of the bed, rocked by the pleasure. Slowly she tried to move but the muscles in her legs were impossibly weak. Tarek groaned laying back. He held her hips and pulled her up and then down on his erection while working his hips beneath her to drill into her after each downward stroke. Surprised at how deeply he was felt, she looked back at him and tried to catch her breath. She wasn’t doing the work. His instruction, however, taught her how to join in on the fun. She gripped the footboard tighter and began to ride his dick. The position gave her control if she wanted it. And she seized the opportunity. With him balancing her weight, and her knees parted, she went up and down with a more targeted frequency. It was his time to weaken and whimper. His hands slipped from her hips. She was in control now.

She was conscious of his warm flesh inside of her, Conscious of every delicious sensation of their union and separation and the occasional jolt of his pelvis as he thrust up into her. She breathed lightly between parted lips. The spasms in his cock pulsated through her channel as his breathing was reduced to wheezing. He was close and she had only started.

It got too exciting for them both. So he helped her balance and maintain the position. One of his hands slid around her hip, and his hand pressed to the small of her back. He held her in place, as he now sat upright. They changed position with him on his knees, and she let go of the footboard to drop on all fours. He fucked her hard with merciless strikes. He did so over and over until she was hoarse from screaming. Each time after the last, he increased in speed and fucked her a little harder than he had done before. The continuous sound of his hips working his dick in and out of her wetness, while his balls slapping against her pussy, left her so erotically charged she obeyed his instruction and played with her clit. The climax hit her without warning and she nearly screamed out her pleasure. She would have collapsed if he hadn’t kept her so tightly pinned against his chest.

But soon they were both collapsing.

She laughed when they dropped. “What is this thing you have against making love in bed?” she asked, pinned beneath him.

“Oh fuck, I can never make it there. You turn me on too much,” he pulled out and smacked her ass. “Come on, sweetheart. We can do it again under the sheets.”

He helped her up and walked, half-dragged her to the bed. Together they got under the heavy blankets. She scooted in against him, and held on to him. He relaxed that way. It was the second time he’d fallen asleep comforted by her arms. And still they hadn’t eaten.

“Tomorrow we’ll make it out of here,” he yawned.

The day was only half done when his eyelids slid shut.

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A crash boomed from below and Tarek sat upright in a panic. It echoed like thunder. He could have sworn the foundation of his house shook.

“What was that?” Kassidy asked with the sheet pressed to her chest.

“I dunno. Stay here,” he warned. He got out of bed and found his jeans, and put them on. He put on his shirt and then he walked over to the dresser and removed a gun.

“What the hell are you doing? Why do you need a gun?”

He grabbed a shirt and hurried out of the room. When he reached the lower level, the wind and frigid temperature washed over him. It was blowing through the house like a hurricane.

“Dammit,” he said. He went in the direction of the draft and rounded the corner to the kitchen. The destruction startled him. The tree to the side of the house had crashed in and brought down the roof. Snow blew in along with the bitter winter chill. Branches and leaves, along with ice and glass, were everywhere. The stove and cabinets were gone, crushed by the destruction. Tarek put his hands to his head and stared in disbelief. It was close to six in the evening. But thanks to the storm, and the disappearing sun, it was dark as midnight. He tucked his gun into the back of his jeans confused as to what to do.

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