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           Icryoutasecondtime,andhestills.

           “More?”hewhispers,hisvoiceraw.

           “Yes,”Ibreathe.Hedoesitoncemore,andstillsagain.

           Igroan,mybodyacceptinghim…Oh,Iwantthis.

           “Again?”hebreathes.

           “Yes.”It’saplea.

           Andhemoves,butthistimehedoesn’tstop.HeshiftsontohiselbowssoIcanfeelhisweightonme,holdingmedown.Hemovesslowlyatfirst,easinghimselfinandoutofme.AndasIgrowaccustomedtothealienfeeling,myhipsmovetentativelytomeethis.Hespeedsup.Imoan,andhepoundson,pickingupspeed,merciless,arelentlessrhythm,andIkeepup,meetinghisthrusts.Hegraspsmyheadbetweenhishandsandkissesmehard,histeethpullingatmylowerlipagain.Heshiftsslightly,andIcanfeelsomethingbuildingdeepinsideme,likebefore.Istarttostiffenashethrustsonandon.Mybodyquivers,bows;asheenofsweatgathersoverme.Ohmy…Ididn’tknowitwouldfeellikethis…didn’tknowitcouldfeelasgoodasthis.Mythoughtsarescattering…there’sonlysensation…onlyhim…onlyme…oh,please…Istiffen.

           “Comeforme,Ana,”hewhispersbreathlessly,andIunravelathiswords,explodingaroundhimasIclimaxandsplinterintoamillionpiecesunderneathhim.Andashecomes,hecallsoutmyname,thrustinghard,thenstillingasheemptieshimselfintome.

           Iamstillpanting,tryingtoslowmybreathing,mythumpingheart,andmythoughtsareinriotousdisarray.Wow…thatwasastounding.Iopenmyeyes,andhehashisforeheadpressedagainstmine,hiseyesclosed,hisbreathingragged.