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her. He began to move his fingers, pulling them almost all the way out before easing them inward.
    Jane pushed her hips upward to meet his fingers. He rewarded her by brushing her clit with his thumb on every inward stroke. Her head thrashed from side to side and her hand gripped the back of his head, pushing him even closer to her breast. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her pleasure. His head and his cock were both pounding, but she was close. He could feel her inner muscles contracting hard around his fingers.
    Her feet dug into the ground and she arched hard as a low keening sound escaped her. He could feel the gush of her climax against his fingers as her hips jerked against his hand. As the spasms subsided, his touches became lighter until he withdrew his mouth from her breast and his fingers from her body.
    Lying on his side, he watched her as a soft smile formed on her lips. Reaching down, he unlaced his leather pants and pushed the material aside. His swollen cock sprang free, hard and hungry. It was his turn now.
    Jane knew she must look a sight with her top shoved up over her breasts and her pants half down her hips, but she couldn’t summon up enough energy to really care. She’d allowed a man she didn’t really know to pleasure her. But the problem was that Zaren didn’t seem like a stranger.
    Because of the tapestry and the dream, she felt as if she knew him. It didn’t make any sense to her head, but her heart trusted him and her body yearned for him. At the moment, she wasn’t even sure if any of this was real or just another, more realistic, dream. An incredible dream that she was no longer sure she wanted to wake from.
    When he knelt between her sprawling legs and began to slide her pajama pants over her legs, she felt no fear or trepidation, only anticipation. He tossed them aside, gripped her ankles in his hands and slowly slid his hands up over the front of her legs and up along her thighs. She shivered. Even though the sun was warm, Zaren’s body shaded her. He was so incredibly big.
    His cock was jutting out in front of him and she reached her hand out, tracing her finger down the large blue vein that pulsed through it. His hands on her hips tightened, but he didn’t stop her. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she drew her hand upward until she reached the tip. Jane loved the contrast between the softness of his skin and the hardness of his erection. White liquid seeped from the bulbous red head of his cock. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip, he groaned.
    “Enough.” His long fingers wrapped around her wrist and he gently pulled her hand away. Gripping her hips in his hands, he tilted her pelvis up, opening her sex wide for him. Centering the head of his erection over her slick opening, he pushed the tip inside. Never taking his eyes off her face, he pressed forward.
    The pressure was unbelievable. Her inner muscles stretched and flexed, trying to accommodate his bulk. Her breathing was more rapid as she tried to relax. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she gasped. “I mean, I want to…but you’re…you’re so big.”
    “You can take me, Jane.” His voice was calm, but she could see the beads of sweat on his forehead and the way he was struggling to take deep, even breaths. He paused, giving her body time to adjust before pushing forward again.
    Jane dug her fingers into the grass beside her, desperate for something to hold onto. With her legs spread wide and Zaren’s hands gripping her hips, she was powerless to move. He eased himself back ever so slightly and then rocked forward. He repeated the motion over and over, driving his cock deeper with each rocking motion.
    Her body relaxed and sucked him deeper inside her. Before long, her hips were arching to meet him. She felt so incredibly full. It was amazing. His thrusts got longer, deeper and stronger as he continued. There was no foreplay this time. No intimate touches. Simply a primal mating between a man and a