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scent of her arousal. A faint metallic odor wafted in the air as well, perhaps from the tools or her new silver necklace. He wanted to kiss the piercing wounds, to show her he didn’t find them appalling, but that should wait for when the sore spot had healed. For now, he could focus on other parts of her beautiful body.
    Her arms tightened around his shoulders as he bent his head to her nipple and licked her tenderly. The vibrations from the bed made him shake continuously, a strange sensation, but he could tell from the way she stretched her back that it did feel good to her. He pushed his thigh up against her cunny, knowing the vibrations would move up his leg to her tender flesh.
    She groaned instantly, pressing herself against him. “That feels good.”
    He moved his attentions to her other nipple. Her soft flesh was womanly perfection. Could he make her happy? Would she stay with him after this night?
    When she arched her breast into his mouth, he forgot the longer term concerns, and let the taste and scent and feel of her flesh move him. His cock could not be denied, and the wetness of her cunny told him she would not complain when he joined them together.
    Moving his lips to hers, taking her mouth in an open, carnal kiss, he placed his cock at her opening and slid home in one long, eternal thrust.
    She cried out against his mouth, so loudly that he could hear the sound of her voice above the motor.
    He tried to work with the vibrations, but the bed moved so much faster than he did that he gave up after a few seconds and found his own rhythm. Her thighs slid up his and she spread her legs, giving him more access to her channel. He thrust harder, deeper. Her hips moved in time, creating a symphony of pleasures for them both. Her moist heat welcomed him endlessly and he knew the grand finale was not far away.
    It seemed the vibrations began to work on him then, sending his body off balance so the only thing he could focus on was the place where he joined with Celeste, the feel of sliding flesh. Her hands tickled down his back and she spanked him hard on each cheek, jolting him.
    “Faster!” she commanded.
    He wanted to laugh, but then she spanked him again. Obeying, he quickened his pace, trying to match the impossible speed of the bed.
    Or could he match it? The motor started to slow.
    “Finish before it does,” his lady ordered, spanking him again.
    His cock thrust harshly as he reacted to her hand. He’d never known he’d like to be spanked, but she was certainly teaching him how much he could take and still find it arousing. Letting caution evaporate, he thrust into her as hard as his own body demanded. Her fingers dug into his flesh as he drove himself. He lifted himself to his knees and pulled her hips against him, ramming her in a way he’d never dared with another woman.
    Yet, she clearly enjoyed it. This was no tender widow who’d only known the love of a much older husband. This was an experienced woman, and her head fell back as if she had forgotten every part of herself but her cunny.
    Sweat glistened on her throat around the necklace and the green glass caught winks of firelight. Distantly, he heard the creaking of a door as he leaned forward, losing upper body strength as his orgasm caught him unawares.
    Celeste groaned and shook, her body’s response triggered by his. The bed shuddered, sending him into what felt like a second release, as his cock slid out of her on a river of his cum. For the first time, he smelled the heavy scent of coal around him. The motor sputtered and turned off, all the fuel exhausted.
    Celeste sighed and stretched her arms over her head, then settled around his shoulders again. Her inner legs slid up and down his legs.
    “Need me to move?” he asked.
    “No,” she said.
    “Yes,” sounded a man’s voice. “I never need to see that white arse of yours again.”
    Brace jerked up, then slammed down again over Celeste to cover her from Jonathan’s ironic