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began to circle, dipping for more moisture now and then, and
finally touching the highly sensitive tip of the little bud. I didn’t know
which was more erotic, the sensation of my fingers pleasuring myself, or Russ’s
eyes on me. He licked his lips as he watched and my belly dropped through the
bed into the floor.
    I put my other
hand down to use two fingers to press beside my sensitive nubbin, causing it to
pop up, like a jack in the box, from its hood. Russ’s avid stare made me feel
sexy and excitingly naughty, and my finger began to flutter as the sensation
became too much to bear for more than a split second. I could hardly keep my
eyes open, so I almost missed the moment that Russ leaned all the way into me
and took just the tip of my rigid bud between his lips, his tongue fluttering
where my finger had been only a second before.
    I jumped as if
given an electric shock, and my pussy flooded. It was different from the first orgasm,
and I wasn’t sure if it was one of those gamut things Russ had spoken of, or
something entirely different. Suddenly I felt empty and needy. I wanted to be filled,
needed to stem the flood. I opened my eyes all the way, to find Russ watching
me carefully.
    “I’m going to
fuck you now,” he said, the simple statement growled in that seductive voice
like warm honey.
    Instantly,
every part of my body that had felt his fingers or his tongue leapt into flame.
Nothing would quench it but his body pressing down on mine, that gorgeous cock
buried to the hilt inside me. I knew it better than I knew my own name.
    “Oh, god, do
it,” I breathed.
    Tortuously, he
used his hand to guide the head just to my opening, just enough to part the
inner lips and touch the heated, liquid entrance. I moaned and thrust forward,
wanting more.
    “Open your
eyes, Kitten. I want to see your eyes when I enter you.”
    I opened them,
gazing into his. They were darker, no longer cobalt blue, but something stormy.
Mediterranean, maybe. When I licked my lips, he ruthlessly thrust his hard
shaft into my ready and waiting opening, filling me in a way I hadn’t even
known I needed only an hour before. At the same time, I felt both split in two
and fulfilled, as if my whole life had been leading up to this moment, with
this man’s cock fit perfectly into me to join us as two lost halves searching
for the whole. My legs came up to wrap around his waist and squeeze, because I
didn’t want him to move. If I could have died with that feeling of fullness and
fulfillment, I would have died happy.
    Slowly, Russ
pressed back on my vice-grip legs, and slowly, as I felt the waves of pleasure
from the sensation of his dick moving in and out of me, I released him to do as
he wished. Our eyes were locked together, our deep breathing paired in unison.
He took his time, thrusting into me now quickly, now slowly, but always with
his eyes on my face, drowning me with their deep, deep blue.
    It was too
intense, I was going to spontaneously combust if I didn’t close my eyes, but
his held me in thrall. It went on and on, driving me again to the brink of a
crashing orgasm and then he would stop, wait for my breathing to slow, and
start again. Each time, the pleasure built until I knew that when he allowed me
release, it would be a tsunami that would sweep us away. A keening noise was
coming from somewhere, and as it built, I realized it was me, winding up for a
scream that could split atoms.
    And then it
was there, that tidal wave accompanied by the scream that ripped from my
throat. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. An eternity later, I lay stunned,
still filled with him, still vulnerable to his greedy stare. And then, he
slowly pulled out, to sharp jerks and gasps from me. He took off a condom,
then, and I dimly wondered when he had put it on. I had no memory of it. Had he
climaxed? Was this the end of this amazing night?
    “Kitten, how
do you feel?”
    “Shattered.
Energized. Uplifted. Amazing. How do you feel?”
    “I feel