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She stroked him softly, his kiss ramping up her desires once more. She had no way to know, but he must be a masterful lover. His kisses were incredibly erotic and he had just given her the most brain-twisting orgasm of her life, making her feel alive like she never had before. She was well aware of her inexperience, but she knew enough to know what men liked, and she began to kiss down his body.

He smiled as Lindy began to move lower, her tongue flicking and darting as she kissed. This was an unexpected turn of events and he smiled as he softly ticked one of her nipples with a finger.
The ice princess is no more.

Lindy delighted in tracing every bulge, every ripple, in Treble’s body. He was gorgeous, ripped and toned to perfection, with long black hair and intense dark eyes. He smelled of masculinity and open air, and she wanted to make love to him for days, wanted to please him and be pleased in return, and to learn from him all the secrets to pleasing a man. She continued to move lower, sliding down in the bed, enjoying the feel of his hands on her head and breasts. She wanted to go again, to feel him inside of her and to make love to him for hours on end. But that would be tomorrow, after the budding soreness faded.

She pulled his condom from him and began to kiss his cock as he held himself still, using the lightest of touches on her head to guide her. She was clearly inexperienced but willing to learn, taking his gentle hints. As she kissed and licked, he hissed and groaned, exaggerating what felt good to encourage her and show her what was working for him and what wasn’t.

She knew what deep throating was, and Bridget claimed it was the ultimate turn on for men, but she couldn’t imagine
how
Bridget could do that. She could barely take Treble halfway before she felt like she was going to gag. She was flicking her tongue around the head of his cock when he tugged her gently upward. She felt a crushing disappointment but did as he wished.

She wasn’t going to get him there with her mouth so he pulled her upward then gently pushed her off of him. The look on her face spoke volumes and he smiled to reassure her before turning away and retrieving the small bottle of flavored lube. “It’s okay,” he whispered as he turned back to her, her eyes wet and bright. “Let’s try this.”

He squared a healthy amount over his manhood, then another squirt in her hand. He flipped the lid shut and tossed the bottle away before steering her hand to his cock while pulling her down onto him and her lips to his. She may not know how to give a blowjob, but the one thing she could do was kiss.

She could feel the tension rising in Treble as they kissed and she slowly stroked him. His hand went around her hers, tightening her grip, so she began to stroke him harder and faster as the wet sloppy sounds of her handjob turned her on.

He reached for his orgasm, allowing it to build, not wanting to delay it. He could see in Lindy’s eyes she needed this, needed to know she finished him, and he didn’t want to disappoint. He began to thrust his hips, drawing his release to him, while holding her lips to his. With a soft sigh of relief he came, a pleasant little orgasm that warmed him. As he relaxed, he opened his eyes to find her looking at him and he smiled at her before pulling her lips back to his.

Treble smiled as he softly stroked Lindy’s back. After he came, they had kissed for a moment before she put her head on his chest, snuggled in tight, and fell almost instantly to sleep. If this had been any other woman, he would be pissed after putting in over an hour of effort to get her relaxed enough to commit to fucking and getting her ready, only to finish with a three or four minute fuck, a half-assed blowjob and a quick handjob. But he wasn’t pissed and he felt the peace that came from knowing he had done a good thing. He had overridden his desires and done right by her and he felt a sense of satisfaction that he still could care more about someone else than he did his himself. He closed his eyes with a sigh, his hand still softly stroking her back. He might sometimes use women, as they used him, but when the chips were down, he could still be a good guy. He was still smiling, feeling good about himself, as he drifted into sleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Stiles stood abruptly, the back of his legs hitting his rolling stool and sending it careening across the room as he pulled Bridget to her feet. She gasped at the slightly rough treatment, his gentle manhandling of her causing her passions to soar. He had never hurt her, but Stiles was everything Terry wasn’t in the bedroom, hard fucking and passionate unless she asked him to be gentle, but tonight she wanted anything but.

“You want to get fucked?” he growled, pressing her back into the padded couch.

“You up for it?” she sneered, goading him on. He jerked her head back by her hair, making her hiss in excitement as he kissed her neck, his other hand softly mauling her breast as he pumped his hips into her. “God…
damnit!”
she snarled again as her passions threatened to overwhelm her.
This is what I want!

Stiles backed off and spun her around, bending her over the table. He ran his hands up her thighs and under her dress, pushing the tight fitting fabric up as he went. Her ass exposed, he jerked her thong down and dropped to his knees behind her, burying his face between her legs.

“Mother-fuck!” she cried as she reached behind her and grabbed him by his short-cut hair to pull his face into her even harder. She held his face tight as he lapped and probed while squirming his face around, his passion feeding hers. Stiles was
everything
she wanted in a lover, treating her with kindness, understanding and respect…until they were in the bedroom. There, he became another man, gentle if she asked him to be, but otherwise a man who took what he wanted and, in doing so, gave her back far more in return.

He rose, panting slightly as his desires roared. Never had he been with a woman such as Bridget, a woman who not only allowed, but encouraged him to indulge in the dark side of his personality, the side that came out during sex, the side that needed to fuck long and hard, to dominate or be dominated. In the past he had kept that part of himself in check, or indulged it only occasionally, but Bridget seemed to thrive on it, encouraging him through her actions to explore his wilder side.

She turned to face him, dropping to her knees again as she tugged roughly at his pants before pulling them down to expose his throbbing erection. He was the largest man she had ever been with, almost too large for her to swallow…almost. She took him into her mouth, allowing Stiles to pull her head forward until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Over the past year they had developed a trust and she knew he would never go too far, would never hurt her, and she thrilled in the struggle for dominance. But where Terry would surrender without a struggle, Stiles would not, battling her for control until she ultimately surrendered to him. That capitulation, that giving into his power, the knowing that he was his own man and she couldn’t push him around, even in the bedroom, thrilled her like nothing else. She was
his
fucking bitch,
and she knew he would fight to the death for her.   

He held her head as she worked her tongue against his balls, her fingers digging hard into his ass and pulling him in. She shoved back, and he relaxed his hold, allowing her to catch her breath before pulling her down again with a growl. “Fuck…” he gasped, baring his teeth as his pleasure soared. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. He tried to push her away, but she clung to him, her tongue battering his cock. With his ankles tangled by his pants, he couldn’t easily step away, and with her fighting against his attempts to pull her off his cock, he was afraid of hurting her. She continued to face fuck herself, his cock making noises as it plunged in out of her mouth.

She could sense him twisting up with orgasm, so she redoubled her efforts. She knew he was fighting his orgasm as he tried to pull her away, but that was part of the game, part of the struggle, part of what made fucking Stiles so
good!
He began to growl as he gave himself over to his orgasm, barking out his completion as he came in her mouth, holding her tight as he grunted, before releasing her. She rose, smiling at him seductively, before kissing him long and hard on the mouth.

He accepted her kiss, her mouth still coated with his semen, but he didn’t care. He pushed her away and again turned her to face the couch, ripping her dress over her head before pushing her down. She tried to rise, but he shoved her down again, and she stayed this time, reaching across the couch and grabbing the other side.

She smiled as she steadied herself, knowing from experience she was about to have the
shit
pounded out of her, and she welcomed it. She had learned that Stiles had almost no refectory period, which allowed him to fuck her long and hard. She could sometimes induce two orgasms from him, but had never given him a third before he ground her dust.

He stepped out of his pants and boots as he held her down to the table, giving himself a moment to recover. He never lost his erection with Bridget, but right after coming, the pleasure could be…
intense…
almost more than he could bear. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it away before plunging his cock deep into her.

She cried out as he entered her in a single swift thrust, her pleasure spiking as he slammed into her and almost sending her over the edge into orgasm. He ground into her hard as he released her breasts from their lacy cage.

“This what you want?” he sneered into her ear as he leaned over her back, tugging her bra out of the way as he did.

She gasped as the bra first scraped along her nipples then from the shocking cold of the leather covering as he pressed her down. “Yes…”

“Tell me what you want,” he growled, his lips at her ear.

“I want you to fuck me,” she snarled in return as she worked her ass, thrilling at the feel of him moving inside of her.

He rose from her and slid his hands slowly down her sides, before taking her by the hips, and she nearly whimpered in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive. He exploded into motion, pounding into her furiously, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out in excitement and pleasure.

Bridget closed her eyes as her orgasm tried to crush her under its weight. They had only been going at it for a few minutes and she was already ready to cum. He bent over her back, kissing her neck, pressing her breasts into the table, taking her by the shoulders to drive into her impossibly hard.

“Oh fuck,” she grunted as her orgasm took her, washing over her in a great cleansing wave, her legs sagging as it sapped her strength. Stiles didn’t stop his pounding strokes, as she knew he wouldn’t, and another orgasm, harder than the first rolled over her almost before the first had ended.

Suddenly he withdrew and she sagged before he pulled her upright and spun her to face him. She staggered, weakened by her orgasms and uncoordinated from her inebriated state, before he pulled her to him. He glowed, slick with sweat, as she kissed him passionately, running her hands over his glistening body. Nothing but
nothing
turned her on like a good sweaty fuck and knowing her man was working hard to please her.

He tugged her toward the bedroom, but she staggered again, bound by her thong, so he picked her up and carried her, throwing her on the bed. She bounced once and he piled in after her to prevent her from falling into the floor. He tugged her sandals and thong off, throwing them into the floor before pushing her legs over his shoulder. He drove into her again, thrusting hard and fast pinning her hands to the bed as he fucked her with everything he had.

Bridget pressed up,
hard,
with her legs, forcing him back. He fought to hold his position and to continue to fuck her, but as strong as he was, he was no match for the power of her legs. They growled and snarled at each other as they struggled, but she finally overpowered him, forcing him to release her or have his back broken. She twisted her hips savagely to the side, rolling him over and pushing him to his back.

He fought to hold his position, trying to drive her into another orgasm, but she was having none of it and their brief struggle sent his passions soaring. That is what made her special, her strength and determination, her unwillingness to
ever
surrender. He tumbled to his back and she followed swinging a leg over and taking him inside again, her smile devastatingly sexy as she settled.

She leaned forward onto her knees and placed her hands on his chest as she began to thrust hard, the sweat running off his body exciting her at a deep level. She fell forward, grinding her hips into his as she kissed him furiously, tasting the sweat, wanting to feel his body against her own.

God damn, can this woman kiss!
Stiles thought as Bridget rose upright again and resumed her thrusting, each plunge down accompanied by a soft growling grunt of pleasure. He began to thrust against her, pushing up with his hips as she rocked back, driving himself deeper into her. “Fuck me,” he growled as they moved together. “Fuck me!”

Bridget could feel the sweat beginning to trickle down her body as they moved, the many long many minutes of effort overpowering the cool of the room. They were both bathed in sweat and she flung herself down, delighting in the slickness of his skin against her own. He rolled, dumping her into the bed before crawling over her to settle behind her, lying on his side as he tucked in tight behind her. She loved being taken from behind and wondered if he would fuck her ass tonight.

He settled in behind her, his orgasm on a hair trigger. Gripping his cock, tight, he steered it into her pussy again, then slid an arm under her head so she would be comfortable, cupping her upper breast in his hand as his other hand began to tickle her clit. Now it was a race, a race to see who could finish who first.

Bridget could feel her third, and probably final, orgasm bearing down on her. She sensed they were in a dual, an erotic competition of the most pleasurable kind. She could feel the tension in Stiles’s body as he thrust into her savagely, his pants and growls as he wound himself tighter and tighter bringing her own orgasm close. She reached behind her, pulling his head to her neck as his groans grew louder and deeper, his fingering of her button more intense, his touch sending searing waves of pleasure through her. With a roar, his hand left her pussy and he thrust into her like an over-revved machine, bellowing into the night as he came. And still he slammed into her, crying out as he splashed into her, hot and wet, his hands pulling and tugging on her, his head pressed hard into her back. And still he fucked her.

“Fuck!”
she cried out, the word drawn out and staccato as he continued to pound into her furiously, overtaken by her own orgasm. She gripped the bed linens, pulling at them as she fought against the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

He felt her go limp as she came and he stopped his manic thrusting, gasping in relief and sagging into her as they lied together, panting from their exertions and pleasure. He pushed in deep, the movement making him gasp, then held himself there as he kissed her shoulder softly and their breathing slowed.

He wanted to tell her how he felt, how he would never forget her, how she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but he held his tongue, as he always had. She belonged to another, and he wouldn’t ask her to stay and try to hold her against her will. He cared too much for her for that.

She was alive, a feeling that she had only when wrapped in Stiles arms. She longed to stay with him, to be with him and feel like this forever, but she knew it was impossible. She closed her eyes, and in the damp and wrinkled bed, thought of what might have been until she drifted into sleep.

As she relaxed into sleep, he held her softly, gently, his touch as tender as his fucking was hard. As her breathing became deep and steady, he kissed her on the shoulder. “I love you, Bridget,” he whispered for the first time, before sighing deeply as he held her and waited for sleep to take him.