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His tongue rolled across me, coaxing out a spasming rush. I convulsed and dug my nails into the skin of his back, amazed that my anger towards him only seemed to make my orgasm come on faster and harder.

He smiled up at me, looking proud with my wetness still glistening on his lips. I thought he was finished, but he went right back to work...lapping me up like his life depended on it. I writhed against him until I erupted into another orgasm that caught me by surprise.

As soon as he was finished, I pushed him back and pulled at him until he stood up and faced me again. Our mouths crashed back together with a vengeance, like we resented having to stop kissing long enough for him to make me cum...twice.

I yanked down his zipper and freed his throbbing hard cock, stroking it as his eyes burned into me.

“See, there are other ways a woman can destroy a man,” I taunted. “It doesn’t have to be all cheating and heartache.”

I continued rubbing him from top to bottom while he groaned between broken breaths. His body swayed with the movements and he pressed his face into my neck—steadying himself against me now. I toyed with him until he seemed desperate to cum, and only then did I drop down to my knees and take the tip into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, then let him slide to the back of my throat. With my hand following each push and pull of my mouth, I felt him shudder and slip closer to losing himself.

I knew he wouldn’t let it end like that, though. If we were going to go against our better judgments and let this happen again, we might as well do it all the way.

I got back onto my feet and let him kiss me again. We went crashing back onto the couch with me on top, straddling him. He looked me up and down with burning lust, smoothing his hands around to my backside.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked coyly.

“Fuck...yes,” he rasped.

“I am, too,” I admitted, eyeing his throbbing hard cock shooting up between us.

He kissed up and down my body as I lowered myself over him, sliding him inside. I sat down hard and fast, letting him shoot deep inside, filling me completely. He hissed and moaned, and a long, foreign-sounding whimper escaped my own lips, too.

I stretched around him, taking him in deeper each time I lowered onto him. The sting of his girth soon melted into warm pleasure that left me doubting how long I could let it last. I already felt the promise of another orgasm starting to build. My heart ached when I wondered how long it would take me to find another man who could make me cum as hard and fast as he did.

His hips started thrusting up to meet my motions, making the friction between us build and build. His strong, muscular arms took hold of me—moving my body in whatever way he wanted. I watched as his head dropped to the back of the couch, closing his eyes to lose himself in the mounting pleasure.

My muscles strained around him, tightening and convulsing. I was close, and the way he twitched inside of me made it obvious he was, too. He expertly guided us both over the edge at the same time, each of us grunting, groaning, and losing all sense of anything beyond how we were making each other feel. He slammed into me harder as the wave broke and started to fade.

We were sweaty and out of breath by the time our climaxes started dissipating into exhausted, limp satisfaction. Mark continued drinking in the sight of my naked body on top of him, running his hands down my breasts, my torso, and my thighs.

The silence was torture, but there wasn’t anything left to say. I had gotten what I wanted and far more than what I’d bargained for. Mark agreed to leave my company alone, and also to leave me alone. And at least I had gotten some killer sex out of it all before it was over.

Mark didn’t seem to have anything else to say either. We silently collapsed back onto the couch together with my body sprawled out on top of his. I knew I should get up. I should have already gotten dressed and told him it was time for him to go. It hadn’t been my idea for him to show up and seduce me like that, after all.

But I found it hard to move. My body seemed content with being laid out flat against his hot, naked skin. I didn’t know how long it had been since I’d slept with someone before our first time together. And who knew how long it would be before I found someone else to be with like that. I figured, as long as he let me, I might as well take advantage and bask in these moments of contentment with nothing but our ragged breath between us.

I swirled my finger around in his chest hair and pressed my cheek hard against his pecks. The smells of sex and manly cologne filled my nose. I was already sad to see him go, even before he had.

Part of me wanted to ask him what was so bad about this. Sure, people hurt other people. There wasn’t always a guarantee of avoiding that. But you could still soak up the good times while you had them. Why deprive yourself of all that pleasure and happiness just because it might end someday?

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I got. But I was too tired to even think of diving into the same old argument with him again. Instead, I simply sighed and nuzzled closer into his side. At least for the moment, if he wasn’t in any hurry to leave...I was in no hurry to make him.

We both drifted off into a deep sleep with our bodies and limbs entangled on the couch. When I woke up again in the middle of the night, I didn’t want to move. I wanted to soak up as much as I could get before he was gone.

12

Mark

Iwoke up to the faintest beam of sunlight starting to streak through the curtains of Camille’s living room. The sun was just starting to rise and was shining straight in my eyes. It was enough to cause me to stir awake, but Camille was still sleeping soundly, draped across my chest.

I watched her sleep for a moment, admiring the peaceful smile on her lips. I had forgotten how good it could feel to fall asleep and wake up again with a woman in your arms. Especially one you were starting to have feelings for.

I swallowed hard as I admitted to myself just how fond I was growing of her, but then felt the stinging reminder that this was supposed to be the end of it. I had promised to leave Heartstring alone...and her as well. Even though, truthfully, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

Then I remembered the last morning we had spent together after ravaging each other’s bodies. That conversation had taken no time at all in going south, and I couldn’t imagine this morning going any better given the circumstances.

Without waking her, I gently rolled her over onto the couch cushions and slid out from underneath her. I quietly gathered my things and left, stopping once to look back at her on my way out. She let out an adorable little moan and turned, giving me a glimpse of her bare breasts. It took every ounce of willpower I had in me to walk out the door instead of nuzzling up against them and sliding in between her thighs all over again.

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