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           “Youmove,Anastasia,upanddown,howyouwant.Takemyhands,”hebreathes,hisvoicehoarseandlowandoh-so-sexy.

           Iclasphishands,holdingonforlife.GentlyIpushoffhimandbackdown.Hiseyesareburningwithwildanticipation.Hisbreathingisragged,matchingmine,andheliftshispelvisasIcomedown,bouncingmebackup.Wepickuptherhythm…up,down,up,down…overandover…anditfeelsso…good.Betweenmypantingbreaths,thedeepdown,brimmingfullness…thevehementsensationpulsingthroughmethat’sbuildingquickly,Iwatchhim,oureyeslocked…andIseewonderthere,wonderatme.

           Iamfuckinghim.Iamincharge.He’smine,andI’mhis.Thethoughtpushesme,weightedwithconcrete,overtheedge,andIclimaxaroundhim…shoutingincoherently.Hegrabsmyhips,andclosinghiseyes,tippinghisheadback,hisjawstrained,hecomesquietly.Icollapseontohischest,overwhelmed,somewherebetweenfantasyandreality,aplacewheretherearenohardorsoftlimits.