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           “Yourinnocenceandenthusiasmisverydisarming,”hegasps.“You,ontop…that’swhatweneedtodo.”

           Oh.

           “Here,putthison.”Hehandsmeafoilpacket.

           Holycrap.How?Iripthepacketopen,andtherubberycondomisalltackyinmyfingers.

           “Pinchthetopandthenrollitdown.Youdon’twantanyairintheendofthatsucker,”hepants.

           Andveryslowly,concentratinghard,IdoasI’mtold.

           “Christ,you’rekillingmehere,Anastasia,”hegroans.

           Iadmiremyhandiworkandhim.Hereallyisafinespecimenofaman.Lookingathimisvery,veryarousing.

           “Now.Iwanttobeburiedinsideyou,”hemurmurs.Istaredownathim,daunted,andhesitsupsuddenly,sowe’renosetonose.

           “Likethis,”hebreathes,andhesnakesonehandaroundmyhips,liftingme,andwiththeotherhepositionshimselfbeneathmeand,veryslowly,easesmeontohim.

           Igroanashestretchesmeopen,fillingme,mymouthhangingopeninsurpriseatthesweet,sublime,agonizing,over-fullfeeling.Oh…please.

           “That’sright,baby,feelme,allofme,”hegrowls,andbrieflycloseshiseyes.

           Andhe’sinsideme,sheathedtothehilt,andheholdsmeinplace,forseconds…minutes…Ihavenoidea,staringintentlyintomyeyes.

           “It’sdeepthisway,”hemurmurs.Heflexesandswivelshishipsinthesamemotion,andIgroan…ohmy—thesensationradiatesthroughoutmybelly…everywhere.Fuck!

           “Again,”Iwhisper.Hegrinsalazygrinandobliges.

           Moaning,Ithrowmyheadup,myhairtumblingdownmyback,andveryslowly,hesinksdownontothebed