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her, but he just trailed a line
along her jaw with his lips.
    The foreplay
was just as slow, attentive, and delicious as it had been before. Lori panted
and squirmed beneath him, occasionally having to bite back a few helpless
moans.
    After what felt
like an exquisite, torturous eternity, Lori finally couldn’t wait any longer.
Her hands were splayed across the back of his bald head, and she had to fight
not to use her fingernails to dig into the smooth skin. One of Ander’s hands
cupped her breast, alternating between squeezing and rubbing circles against
the nipple. And the other hand had bent up one of her legs so he could reach
the sole of her foot. He was giving it the most delicious massage she’d ever
experience. Which, when combined with his mouth moving skillfully between her
free breast and her belly, sent Lori into agonized erotic urgency.
    She couldn’t
remember ever being this aroused before. And Ander showed no signs of slowly or
stopping.
    Part of her was
amazed that she was no longer embarrassed or self-conscious. Her classy chemise
was pushed up brazenly above her breasts. Her body was twisted into an
undignified position, her spine arching and her hips rocking wantonly. Her
hands eagerly clutched at Ander’s head, pushing his mouth more firmly against
her flesh. And one of her legs was folded up so that her knee was pressed
toward her shoulder. The position stretched her groin, and her throbbing
arousal was sopping wet and exposed to the cool air of the room. She wasn’t
making any noises, but even her frantic breathing sounded shameless and overly
eager.
    But she wasn’t
embarrassed. Not even when she finally gasped out, “No more. Please, Ander. I
need you to fuck me. Please.”
    He straightened
up immediately, releasing the nipple he’d been suckling with a faint smacking
sound.
    As he rolled
the condom onto his hard erection and lubed up, he murmured, “I think we better
try missionary again this time. You’re still likely to be really tight.”
    Lori just
nodded mutely and tossed her head on the pillow, barely able to hold her body
still as she waited.
    Then finally Ander
settled himself between her legs, pushing her thighs farther apart and lining
his cock up at her entrance. He didn’t use his fingers to test her readiness.
He must already know that she was hotly, wetly aroused.
    “Breathe a few
times for me,” Ander said, bracing himself above her and staring down into her
face.
    Lori did as he
said, and on her third exhale she felt his large cock pushing into her,
stretching her channel and slowly sinking inside her.
    It didn’t hurt
nearly so much this time, but the discomfort still there. She arched up
dramatically and fisted her hands in the sheets.
    “Is it all
right?” Ander asked a little thickly, holding himself perfectly still.
    She managed to
look up at him, noticing that his skin had broken out with a faint sheen of
perspiration. “Yeah. Just give me a minute.”
    He waited
patiently until she’d relaxed and caught her breath again. Then she reached up
to grab at his shoulders the way she had last time. “Okay.”
    “Are you going
to want me to come again this evening?” Ander asked, before he started to move.
    Lori just stared
up at him, so turned on she had trouble understanding the purpose of the
question.
    “It’s easier if
I know beforehand, so I won’t take so long after you’ve come. But I’m more than
able to delay it,” Ander explained, “If you want me to stay hard. If you want
to come several times—”
    “Oh,” she
interrupted. Once again, she found the whole idea a little disturbing. “No. I
don’t think so. It’s just my second time and I don’t want you to thrust me raw
trying to give me multiple orgasms. You come like last time, if that’s all
right.”
    “All right.”
    He helped her
adjust her legs, bending them up on either side of his hips. Then he braced
himself on straightened arms and started to thrust.
    She focused on
pumping her