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he filled me up. Michael began to move his hips slowly, plunging deeper and deeper into me as I rocked my hips back in counterpoint, feeling completely needy for his cock. He began thrusting more deeply, reaching around my hip and under my skirt to stroke my clit. It was becoming more and more difficult to stifle my moans and cries, and I bit into the flesh of my arm, trying to hold on to my control. “You have very good self-control, Katrina,” Michael said, panting slightly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He stopped stroking my clit and reached for my arms.
     
    My chest fell against the railing as he pulled my arms out from under me, pulling them back and pinning them against me. I almost didn’t notice the pain of the impact, my whole body consumed with the feeling of Michael inside of me, his hands gripping my wrists tightly. “Oh, oh,” I gasped, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming. The thought that at any moment I would lose control of myself; that I would just shout my pleasure to the world—to anyone who was on the deck below—was terrifying. At the same time, I almost wanted to give in, to moan like a slut without even caring who knew I was getting screwed senseless. Michael began to pound into me, trapping my wrists in one hand while he gripped my hip with the other. I could feel his pants against my legs, and I knew exactly how we must look—and the thought was so incredibly erotic that I knew I was right about to come from just the situation, just the fact that this man was taking me like any slut from behind, without any concern that anyone would see him. I struggled to get my arms free; I could feel the railing pressing against my chest, but the discomfort didn’t bother me as much as my need to get leverage, to be able to muffle the noises I made, was desperate. “I can’t,” I managed to say quietly, panting so hard I felt breathless, “I can’t stay quiet, Michael,” I heard him laugh lowly behind me, not losing a beat in his fast, hard thrusts.
     
    Michael’s hand left my hip and covered my mouth, leaving my nose clear. I could breathe and finally, I could moan helplessly against his hand, the sound muffled enough so that no one below would hear it unless they were listening for it specifically. I came, pushing my hips back against his as hard and fast as I could, my whole body shaking with the force of the pleasure that tore me apart. Michael continued to pound into me in quick, deep thrusts, his cock never quite entirely leaving my pussy as he hammered against me, his pants suppressing the sound of our bodies coming together. I moaned a final time, long and low, as I felt him twitching, his cock spreading delicious heat through me as he followed me into orgasm, letting go of my wrists to muffle the sound of his own pleasure. He finished deep inside of me, holding my body tight against his, breathing heavily. I held his weight as he leaned heavily against my body, his hands slowly caressing me all over as we both struggled to recover. After several long moments, he pulled out of me; I heard him fixing his clothes and I stood upright slowly, my body aching but still buzzing and humming with the pleasure of what we had just done. I smoothed my skirt down over my hips and turned to see Michael take the few steps back to the table, sitting down and flashing me a quick smile.
     
    “I need a cigarette after that,” I said quietly, grinning like a fool. Michael pulled me into his lap again, lighting my cigarette for me the minute I had it to my lips and handing me my glass of champagne. I took a long sip of the cool, bubbly wine, still catching my breath. I realized suddenly that I was beginning to entertain feelings for this mysterious man, and made a firm resolution against doing just that. I was fleeing the government—whether or not the government had discovered my crimes already. It occurred to me that I didn’t even know whether or not my theft had been found