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please.” Her hands desperately grasped
at his. “I need…” She grit her teeth and hissed, kneading his strong arms and wordlessly
demanding release.
    Shoulders shaking in a silent male chuckle, eyes
glittering with purely masculine delight, he latched onto the engorged peak of
her sex and centered all movement just below it, creating an overwhelming
burning sensation.
    A hot ache built beneath it until she squirmed to
escape what she knew would be next.  Throbbing pleasure engulfed her core as
wave after wave of gripping ecstasy flowed from his tongue into her body. 
Wracked with tremors, Evelyn bucked against the strong hands gripping her hips.
 Frustration at her inability to move heightened each pulsing sensation of her
climax. 
    When the last tendril of pleasure wrung from her
body, her berserker still allowed no quarter.  Kissing her playfully on her
sex, he lifted her from his drenched mouth much the same as he had before, and
deposited her upon his torso, finally letting go to wipe her juices from his
lips. 
    Drunk with pleasure, and feeling rather bold,
Evelyn’s hand slyly traced the contours of his lean abdomen behind her until
she found his pulsating erection twitching against his belly. 
    Wrapping her fingers around it, she wondered if
her lips would have the same magnificent effect on his body.
    His hands rested on her thighs, his fingers
curling as Evelyn stroked the skin of his velvety shaft, her touch feather-light. 
    Sliding her down his body, he positioned her
against lean hips, the slightest tremor in his hands indicating of the
intensity of his need.
    Nudging her slick entrance for a moment was all
the warning he gave before pulling her hips down, impaling her on his thick
cock.
    They both gasped at the impact of the joining. 
Evelyn stilled in his hands, letting her sore muscles again adjust to his
intrusion.  This time, only the slightest twinge of pain permeated the haze of
her passion.  A sense of fullness, of heady command spurred her to act on every
primal urge that danced along her senses.
    Clenching her intimate muscles, she enjoyed the
jerking of his body, the short intake of breath, so she did it again, eliciting
the same response.  Grasping him with her insides, she slowly rose and slid
down upon him again feeling every glorious inch of his breadth inside of her. 
    “Ohhhhh…”  The moan escaped her as she rode him
with delicious languor. “Oh that feels so...”
    A familiar growl warned her before strong hands
again seized her hips and held her immobile.  Roderick set a furious rhythm
plunging deeply into her, angling her forward to heighten her pleasure. 
Ceaselessly thrusting upwards, the pad of his thumb found the sensitive little
nub his tongue had so expertly toyed with moments before.  Softly swirling it
in time to his thrusts, he brought her to peak so hard and fast she couldn’t
hold the desperate cry that tore from her throat.
    Roderick waited until the storm passed before
pounding into her with abandon.  Evelyn knew when his release was upon him
because she could feel him swell within her before hot spurts of seed shot
against her womb, his entire body taut and trembling beneath her.
    After her breathing slowed sufficiently and she
became fairly certain she could walk, Evelyn reluctantly withdrew and padded
blindly to her linen basket, selecting something to clean herself and
ministering to him as well.
    “It’s still a while until dawn,” she observed, a
heaviness settling upon her shoulders.  Did the morrow have to come? Couldn’t
they stay here forever?
    A hand caught hers, pulling her down over him
until she was splayed across his body and engulfed by his arms.
    “No.”  She giggled in spite of herself, “I’m too
heavy.”
    Grunting softly, Roderick tightened his hold and
pressed a tender kiss into her hair.
    Exhausted, Evelyn counted the decelerating beats
of his heart.  She felt as though time, itself, sped toward an inexorable
meridian