him, and that turned her on more than she thought it would. There was need there, and it was all for her.
"Please," he begged again, and this time, she couldn't deny him.
It had been her thought to get on top of him and ride him, but now she discovered that it wasn't what she wanted. Instead, she knelt down on the bed, sinking to her elbows.
"I want you to ride me," she murmured, astonishing even herself with her boldness. "Put on that condom, and come inside me, hard and deep."
He moved far faster than she thought he could. In a matter of seconds, he was taking his position behind, hands on her hips, and the head of his cock brushing against her hot entrance. She growled when she felt him press against her experimentally.
"Now," she demanded, and he complied.
The first deep stroke drew a long cry from her throat. It wasn't painful, but it was intense. He didn't stop until he was buried in her to the hilt, pushed flush against her body.
"Oh yes, please!" she wailed, and that was all the signal he needed.
Suddenly, he was thrusting into her hard and fast because she was everything he needed in the world, everything that they both needed. He was thrusting into her so hard that she nearly went down on her face until she braced herself to push back nearly as hard.
Viviana knew that she was going to be sore later, she knew that her voice would be hoarse from calling his name, but at the end of it all, she simply didn't care. All she wanted was this, this man buried deep inside her, his pleasure carrying hers further and further.
She wasn't focusing on her climax at all. The sensations that he was giving her were so intense that she simply allowed herself to be carried away by them. Without her being aware of it, she felt herself growing hotter and hotter, pushed towards an orgasm without her will at all.
Viviana fought it for a moment, wanting more of the intense feelings that were coursing through her. Then as her body started to shake, she gave up, because it was too much, it was all too much. She let the fire take her, and as she clung to the sheets, she started to cry out in pleasure that seemed to take her far beyond what she should be able to feel.
She was still shaking, her entire body exhausted and worn, when he thrust into her one last time, crying out as he attained his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, and she felt herself buckle as well. Joined as one, they sunk to the bed. After a moment, Mikal rolled to his side while still holding her tight.
"You're lovely," he whispered, nuzzling the back of her neck. "I am not sure that I have ever met a woman like you."
"And you won't again," Viviana said with a tired chuckle.
With a slight wince, she pulled away from him, rolling over onto her back. Her entire body still felt oversensitive, raw after all the pleasure.
"Are you all right?" Mikal asked, immediately concerned.
"I am," she said with a smile. "I'm just a little winded, I guess. To be honest, I've never met anyone like you either."
"Ah. Not quite the geek you thought I was, then?"
Viviana groaned. If she had had the energy, she would have bopped him with a pillow.
"No, and if you would be so kind as to remember that I thought you were a geek years ago, when we were back in school. That should hardly count against me. I was barely more than a child. I mean, look at the way I was dressed, for god's sake."
Mikal chuckled, brushing his hand across her loose hair lovingly.
"No, I'll let it go. At the very least, I'll let it go when it stops being funny to me."
Viviana shook her head in mock dismay.
"You better be glad that you're so darned good in bed," she said. "Otherwise, I think you would be completely insufferable."
***
As much as Viviana would have loved to spend every day in bed with Mikal, they were swept up in a round of lobbying, lunches, and other occasions where the goal was always to further the legislation he had put forth. When she looked up, she realized that it had been