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Her muscles twitched, and chills came up on her skin when she felt his breath on her body. But that was nothing compared to the shiver and seductive moan that came out of her when his mouth closed on her most sensitive flesh.

Bart took his time, giving every inch of her special attention. The more she squirmed beneath his ministrations, the better it was. He knew that meant that he was getting to her. It wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. And he was right.

“Bart,” she rasped out.

“Mmhmm,” he responded, his lips and tongue still busy giving her as much pleasure as he could.

“I want more,” she begged. “Please, I need you inside.”

Bart sucked on her swollen vulva once more before tonguing her clit, making her thighs tighten again before he began kissing his way up her body. He kissed both hip bones, then the hollow where her belly flattened because she was lying on her back. He nibbled one breast as he tweaked the opposite nipple and rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit.

Mirilla let out a soft growl and rocked her hips in time with his strokes, trying without using her hands to line him up with where she wanted him most. When her attempts were almost successful, and the crown of his dick lodged against her opening, she froze.

Bart looked down at her, his hips poised to force himself through the small obstacle of her swollen flesh to drive home the only fact that made any sense to him at the moment… she was his and he was the last male she’d ever take inside her body again. “You ready?”

“Yes!” she snapped impatiently. “Do it!”

He gripped her legs just below her knees and pushed her against the bed just enough to steady her, then without another thought, he tightened his hips and leaned against her while he thrust forward.

Like the doors to a secret treasure vault, her vulva opened, hugging him as he slid inside, the walls of her vagina gripping him, pulling him deeper inside as though he’d never be free again.

“Oh, gods, I’ve missed this,” she murmured.

“This is all I need. You, like this below me, taking me in. This is all I need.”

“Fill me,” she said, her voice even and sure.

He hesitated, not wanting to stop the feel of their lovemaking by asking if she was still taking measures to keep from getting pregnant, but knowing he had to.

“Are you…”

“I’m safe. Don’t worry about a thing, it’s all taken care of.”

“You’re sure? I can stop and grab a condom.”

Mirilla shook her head. “Fill me. Now. There’s no need for a prophylactic. I’ve made sure it will be alright.”

Bart nodded and withdrew himself almost completely before sliding back inside her. Again. And again. And again. With each stroke he groaned a little deeper. With each stroke she whimpered a little louder, until between the two of them, they were a cacophony of pleasure. A symphony only those who’d experienced such unexplainable pleasures and precipices would understand. As her whimpers grew louder, his strokes grew harder and his groans deeper. His speed began to pick up. Her inner walls began to grasp at him rhythmically. He let go of her legs and leaned over her body, his hands on either side of her head. His face was a snarl, his lips pulled back over his teeth, his teeth clenched as he passed the point of conscious thought. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers and her panting gasps as she slipped into a full body shiver, her back arching her upperbody away from him while her arms grasped for him at the same time caused him to put his knees on the bed and move his hands from the mattress to her shoulders to hold her in place while he forced himself into her.

Mirilla screamed his name, her eyes closing as her body clenched around his while she trembled uncontrollably.

“Open your eyes, Mirilla. Look at me.”

Mirilla’s eyes opened, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as her body gave in to the pleasure he gave her. But she didn’t look away again, not for one second.

Bart slammed his hips against hers, grinding his cock into her, forcing his pelvic bone against her clit to massage it as she came, prolonging her orgasm as his own started. Rope after rope of his essence filled her, so much so that some of it spilled out around his fully seated cock.

As his body seemed to practically fuse itself to hers and his thrusting stopped, she finally closed her eyes to allow herself time to process every moment of their intimacy.

As they both came back to reality, he finally gave in to the shaking in his arms and allowed his upper body to collapse onto hers. He rested his forehead on the upper edge of her shoulder, his body curved to lean most of his weight on the one forearm supporting enough of his weight to allow her to breathe with him lying atop her.

Taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, he finally regained enough strength to go back up onto his knees. He slipped an arm under her body and around her back, then lifted her upper body from the bed and crawled, using his knees and the arm supporting him while he held her with the other, toward the head of the bed.

She felt her head hit the pillow and opened her eyes to look up at him as he moved to release her from his hold, and from his cock.

“No, don’t. I want to keep you inside me as long as I can.”

Bart nodded, then gripped her ass instead of fully letting go of her. Pressing her lower body against his, he turned, placing her body on top of his, but leaving himself deep inside her. Oncehe was on his back, his arms fell to his sides, his legs lazily lying between her legs as she straddled him with her upper body spread out across his chest, her knees bent on either side of his hips.

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