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A New York Fuck

... enough awareness to know I was lost. His thing to play with, to tease, to own. And when I came, it wasn't the normal slowly rising heat. It hit me like a dive into water. Every part of my body pushed beyond what it could tolerate without totally surrendering to the sensual. And I screamed, I screamed so loud, and so long, as he kept me falling. Prolonging my ecstasy, pushing me past limits I never knew I could approach, let alone cross. One orgasm blended into another, and I could hardly recall a time when my existence hadn't been just an extended orgiastic blur of ecstatic emotions and scintillating sensations.

Finally, I could take no more and pushed him off me. Collapsing back panting like a sprinter having crossed the finish line. He moved up and held me. Caressing my face as I tried to get back in contact with reality, while forcing oxygen into my lungs. While my heart hammered on my rib cage, wanting to be free of its constraints. Eyes closed, patterns danced through my head. Shifting, changing, shattering. Finally fading.

Then slowly calming. And I felt him hold me closer. His lips warm on mine again. And an insistent hardness against my thigh, one that spoke of deep needs. I had hardly enough breath to speak and instead whispered. "Condom... now..."

My lids clamped shut and motion still beyond me, I heard him undo his case and fumble through its contents. My heart still raced, both from the mountain top I had just crested and the sure knowledge that this was ...

... just the beginning of the range. I heard a crinkle and then a pause before the bed moved under his weight and I felt him between my legs again.

I opened my eyes and saw his face hovering above me. "I want you to say it, Sadie. I want you to use my name." In the intensity of that moment, there was nothing he could have asked for that I would have denied him. "Fuck me, Robert, fuck me hard. Make me cum again."

Once more experience told, without breaking eye contact, he was at my opening and then sliding in with one purposeful and certain thrust. My intuition had been right, his upward curve fit me to perfection. My eyes widened and an expletive passed my open mouth as he filled me. In an almost autonomic reaction, I wrapped my legs around him and tilted my pelvis up to take him even deeper.

At full penetration, he ground his pubic bone against my far from recovered clit. And I was off again, nearly cumming, just with him motionless inside me. He bent his arms, lowered his face, and I accepted his tongue into my welcoming mouth. Hands clasping the back of his head, pulling him to me. Making him mine.

And then he started to rock. Slowly at first. Shallowly in and out. Rolling pressure on my clitoris at the end of each stroke. His swollen head finding just the right place to rub against. And, once more, I was lost. Different now, my whole body sweetly tortured by his increasing rhythm. In only seconds, I was writhing. My nails scoring his back, my head thrown back as ...