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I was on the very edge of
orgasm when he suddenly stopped.
    Withdrawing his hand, he raked his teeth along my arched
neck and nipped the sensitive skin between the base of my throat and my
shoulder.
    “You come when I say,” he informed me.
    What? Right off the bat, I could see a few problems with
that. To start with, how on earth was I supposed to not come?
    The very idea roused my rebellious side, until now as
sensually dazzled as all the rest of me.
    Softly, under my breath, I hummed, “It’s my body and I’ll
come when I want to.”
    If I did say so myself, I did a pretty good job of putting
that to the tune of “My Boyfriend’s Back.” Not that I was missing BOB,
definitely not.
    In the interest of leaving no doubts about that, I slipped
my hand down and cupped Lucas’s erection, tracing the considerable length of
him before squeezing lightly.
    His breath sucked in.
    “You’re sure that you know what you’re asking for?” he
demanded harshly.
    After our mid-day tryst, I thought that I had a fairly good
idea. At least, I hoped so.
    Leaning forward, I caught the lobe of his ear between my
teeth and nipped lightly. “I want your cock inside me,” I whispered. “Deep
inside, thrusting hard.”
    A groan broke from him. In the next instant, I got what
fortunately I was well prepared for.
    With a single yank, he pulled my pants and panties
completely off. Suddenly naked from the waist down, I could only gasp as he
unzipped his jeans and freed his cock. A condom materialized in his hand. The
man really was always prepared.
    He ripped the foil and sheathed himself in record time.
Almost as swiftly, he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his lean hips.
Holding me with one arm, he positioned himself.
    Remembering his advice of earlier in the day, I took a quick
breath. Before my lungs could fill, he thrust into me completely, driving just
as I had asked, hard and deep, stretching me almost unbearably.
    I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The sense
of fullness was overwhelming. The walls of my vagina, already so sensitized,
spasmed around him.
    He withdrew almost all the way and slammed back into me
again and again.
    “Is this what you want?” he demanded as he thrust. “Like
this!”
    A keening moan broke from me. “Oh, god, yes!”
     The friction against my swollen clit stoked the fire
licking through my veins. I cried out, my eyes opening wide, as over his broad
shoulder, I saw the sky turning to flame.
    The sun was setting in glory as night fell over the city and
a crescent moon rose, silvering the edges of billowing clouds in one of
Nature’s more extravagant displays of beauty. But none of it meant anything. There
was only Lucas, the relentless force of his body, and the peak of release to
which he was driving us both.
    His head bent, the rough silk of his stubble rubbing over my
nipples. The sensation tipped me over the edge even before he suckled me hard. I
came in a rush, crying his name. He followed almost at once, pulsating deep
inside me, our bodies locked together through long, seemingly endless moments
that I wished with all my being might never end.
    They did, of course, inevitably as we returned, however
reluctantly to earth. Lucas inhaled deeply, the powerful muscles of his torso
pressing against my breasts, and gently set me on my feet. He kept an arm
around me until I could stand on my own, then took a step back.
Matter-of-factly, he removed the condom, tied a knot in the top, and slipped it
into his pocket.
    As he tucked himself back into the jeans and zipped up, he
said quietly, “Are you all right?”
    Aside from the fact that I was leaning against the wall, naked
from the waist down, still trembling with the impact of the orgasm he had given
me, my enflamed pussy kissed by the cooling breeze and the insides of my thighs
wet with my own juices, how could I not be?
    Even so, the sheer carnality of what we had just done
stunned me. Granted, we had an unimpeded view out over the