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when he shifted her
leg and held the knee pressed to the bed. Without any warning, he
pushed in and she started to climax as he pulled free. The release
was in the back of her throat until she screamed his name, then it
moved down to rapidly pulse in her pussy.
    Jon was more than a sex machine. He
was a living, breathing, thinking man who gave her things she
hadn’t known she wanted. Sex with the coach had always followed a
routine. They’d strip, fuck in missionary or from behind, come, and
they were done. There was nothing habitual about this man and she
was thrilled by the discovery.
    As she started to come down to
earth, he shifted onto his knees and brought her with him, leaving
her head and shoulders on the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do with
her feet and there was no time to figure it out.
    With his thumb once again circling
her clit, he moved his cock steadily in and out of her wet pussy.
She could hear the moist music created by their lovemaking, but
couldn’t focus on it. Lost to their passion and on the cusp of
coming again, she could only say one word to him.
    “Please,” she panted over and over
again.
    He breathed heavily, and his hair no
longer hung straight down past his ears but was mussed from her
hands. A part of her needed to know he was human. At one point she
wondered because he seemed to be all powerful, all
knowing.
    “Please what, flower. Please what?”
He grunted and kept fucking her as he teased her excited bundle of
nerves.
    “Please,” was all she could groan
before the flood gates opened. Apparently the previous climax had
been an appetizer. Her slit pulsated around his rapidly plunging
cock and tried to pull it in to hold the hard flesh captive. She
didn’t want to ever lose him being buried inside her
body.
    A minute later—maybe more, maybe
less—he came and she tried to soak in every grunt and pulse
pounding beat he made. She wanted his seed and it seemed to be the
final stage in what they’d done, only his release rested in the
bottom of a rubber. They’d have to talk about specifics, although
she could say without pause she wanted all he had to offer. She was
on a birth control pill and had no STD’s, which meant condoms
wouldn’t be an issue.
    When he finally relaxed on top of
her, she didn’t ask for air. Instead, she accepted him and his
weight, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and held on as he
breathed. This was the man Molly wanted to spend her life with.
There was much more to learn about and from him. She wanted and
hoped to experience everything life offered with him at her
side.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Molly couldn’t be happier as they
snuggled under a blanket on the long leather couch in the
screened-in back porch. The moonlight shined through tree branches
and made it feel almost like it was daytime.
    They weren’t doing anything special,
unique or sexual. An occasional word or two was spoken, but they
simply sat quietly with each other.
    It gave her time to think, not
dwell, but think through what had happened and what, if anything,
she’d change. There was only one thing: to not have the tattooed
portrait of a past partner on her back. If she wanted to label it,
then a monkey on her back would suit it best.
    “How hard would it be to have my
tattoo erased?” She said it out loud and hadn’t actually meant to.
However, she sensed she should get rid of some unwanted weight when
she told him what was on her mind.
    “Many, many visits to someone who
uses lasers, and each visit will cost a chunk.” The news wasn’t the
best, but he went on and gave her hope. “You could find a tattoo
artist you trust and, if they’ll do it, have them do a cover-up
tat. I’ve seen a few of those and you can’t see the original ink
without looking hard.”
    “Interesting. You’ve given me an
option I hadn’t thought of,” she murmured and started to think
about a potential new opportunity to erase the ink. She wasn’t
ashamed of having a tattoo, but she was of having