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           Nowwhere’sthatcondom?”

           Hereachesbesidehimforthecondomandliftsmegently,pushingmefacedownontothebed.Ihearthesoundofhiszipperandtheripofthefoil.Hepullsmysweatpantscompletelyoffandthenguidesmeintoakneelingposition,gentlycaressingmynowverysorebehind.

           “I’mgoingtotakeyounow.Youcancome,”hemurmurs.

           What?LikeIhaveachoice.

           Andhe’sinsideme,quicklyfillingme.Imoanloudly.Hemoves,poundingintome,afast,intensepaceagainstmysorebehind.Thefeelingisbeyondexquisite,rawanddebasingandmind-blowing.Mysensesareravaged,disconnected,solelyconcentratingonwhathe’sdoingtome.Howhe’smakingmefeelthatfamiliarpulldeepinmybelly,tightening,quickening.NO…andmytraitorousbodyexplodesinanintense,body-shatteringorgasm.

           “Oh,Ana!”hecriesoutloudlyashefindshisrelease,holdingmeinplaceashepourshimselfintome.Hecollapses,pantinghardbesideme,andhepullsmeontopofhimandburieshisfaceinmyhair,holdingmeclose.

           “Oh,baby,”hebreathes.“Welcometomyworld.”

           Weliethere,pantingtogether,waitingforourbreathingtoslow.Hegentlystrokesmyhair.I’monhischestagain.Butthistime,Idon’thavethestrengthtoliftmyhandandfeelhim.Boy…Isurvived.Thatwasn’tsobad.I’mmorestoicthanIthought.Myinnergoddessisprostrate…well,atleastshe’squiet.Christiannuzzlesmyhairagain,inhalingdeeply.

           “Welldone,baby,”hewhispers,quietjoyinhisvoice.