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thrusts. He seemed to quicken in response, and she rushed to keep up with him.
    Then, as suddenly as he began, Nathan stopped moving. She let out a strangled moan of desperation as she shifted back to take what he now withheld. He moaned before he wrapped one arm around her hips and held her steady.
    “Wait,” he whispered, his voice thick with the strain of doing just that.
    “Why?” she moaned, the sound closer to a wail than a whisper.
    He shifted and his cock moved inside of her, eliciting a harsh groan from her throat as she watched him reach out and grasp the glass dildo that now rested at a precarious angle on her bedside table. It was one of the few toys that hadn’t fallen to the floor when he swept her bed clean.
    He pushed the toy into her hand. “Use it,” he growled close to her ear.
    Cassandra gasped as she took the item. She craned her neck to look back at him. His eyes were dilated with pleasure and lit with pure challenge.
    “Now,” he ordered, as he gripped her hips and plunged even deeper into her clenching body.
    She jolted, her hands shaking as she lowered the toy between her legs. The next time he withdrew, she glided thesmooth glass surface into her pussy. It slid home easily, as she was still soaked from his eager tongue.
    Nathan drove forward again and they let out a cry in tandem. Cassandra’s head lolled back. This was bliss, pure pleasure. To be filled so completely, to be taken in such a way…
    It was heaven.
    “Don’t stop,” she cried out as she arched her hips wildly and starting to thrust the glass toy in and out of her sheath.
    Nathan cursed and then he did what she asked. Their bodies moved in time, their sweat mingling, cries and moans echoing as they moved in tandem toward a pleasure so powerful that Cassandra feared she might not survive it once it arrived.
    Until it did.
    The dam within her broke as Nathan flexed his hips in a slow circle. Her pussy began to shiver, wet heat pouring down the toy inside of her to coat her fingers as the pleasure that had been coiling ever tighter and tighter finally sprung free.
    Cassandra slammed her free hand against the bed as she cried out Nathan’s name over and over, she thrust back against him in a wild rhythm, driven to the brink of madness by pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, long past the point where she was so weak that she could hardly keep her body in position.
    And Nathan was no more immune to the outrageous explosion than she was. The moment her body pulsed, he let out a roar and she felt his essence pump inside of her as he thrust wildly against her.
    They finally collapsed against the sweaty coverlet, hisbody curled around hers, her arms shaking from release. She moaned as she gently removed the glass dildo from inside her still-tremoring sheath and set it aside. Nathan didn’t move to release her, so she curled her arms around his and held him against her for the first time in what seemed like forever.
    “Well,” he finally said, as he coaxed her onto her back so that he could peer down into her face. His expression was hooded and unreadable, even though he was so close. “There is one more thing no other man can say they had from you first.”
    Cassandra pursed her lips, not only from displeasure at his crass comment, but also to stop herself from responding. The last thing she should do was to remind this man that he was the first one for everything important in her life.
    He had been her first lover. Her first love. Honestly, he was the only man she had ever loved. Her feelings for her other lovers had never been more than fleeting affection and desire.
    Nathan was her first heartbreak.
    “Do you intend to engrave that somewhere, then?” she asked, pushing off the bed. Lying in his arms was a false comfort. She had to be careful that she didn’t start to believe it. “Tell the world that you are the first everything for the famous Cassandra Willows?”
    Before he replied, he watched as she donned the