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“Do you know how
fucking sexy you are?  All you have to do is look at me with those bedroom
eyes, and that mouth... I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me, Ryann,” he
whispered in a growl.  “Your skin is so soft, so smooth,” he said.

She couldn’t
possibly be aroused again, but when he talked like that, she wanted him to stay
inside her for hours. He was so...
hot
.  With his dark hair sticking
up from their romp, and his sexy scruff on his face, she quite simply wanted
him more than she could ever remember wanting anyone.

She rubbed her
face into his and nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent, his subtle spicy
scent.  It was delicious. 

He returned the
favor, and then leaned back on his elbows.  He let his fingers tickle the
sides of her breasts, watching her nipples harden, then he kissed her chest
between her breasts.

Without looking
at her, he murmured, “Tell me why you were crying before.”  Then he
pierced her with an intense look.  Were they really going to have this
conversation
now
?  With him still buried inside of her?

“Tell me,
Ryann.”

Apparently they
were.  Ryann sighed.  How long could she distract him from his line
of questioning?  She wiggled underneath him. 

He stilled
her.  “Make no mistake, Ryann.  I’m going to take you again. 
Very soon, as a matter of fact.  I’m not going anywhere, so before I leave
this sweet tight pussy of yours, we’re going to talk.  I want to know why
you were crying.”  Pause.  “You said I didn’t hurt you,” he added
quietly.

She quickly
shook her head. “No,” she said passionately, wanting to reassure him. 
“You were wonderful.  Perfect.”  Pause.  She looked away so she
wouldn’t have to look at him.  God, he probably heard this stuff from
women all the time.  “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Good,” he
murmured and nuzzled her neck. 

She sighed and
tried to get her thoughts together. 

“Look at
me.”  She did.  “Does this have something to do with your late
husband?” he asked in a soft tone. 

She took a deep
breath, and began. 

“I met Brent
sophomore year in college.   We started dating shortly after.  I
told you at dinner...he was my first and only lover.”  Pause.  “We
married a year after graduation, and he died only a year and a half into our
marriage.”

“What happened?”

“It was in
January.  He was coming home from work on the Parkway, and hit a patch of
ice, collided into two other cars.  He died instantly.”

“I’m so sorry,
Ryann,” he squeezed her, and kissed her neck.  After a moment of silence,
he quietly demanded, “Tell me why you cried....Were you missing him?”

“What?
No,
Jeremy. 
That’s not why I cried.  I promise, I was only thinking of you.”

He nodded,
looking somewhat relieved, and waited for her to continue.

“I think I cried
because… it’s just… you’re so…”

“I’m so what?”
he asked, stroking the sides of her breasts, letting his fingers skate over
nipples while they talked.

She tingled
where he touched her, and began to blush.  She could feel herself getting
turned on by his words, his fingers. 

“You’re so
this
,”
she said, referring to his constant touching her.  “So sensual, always
touching… you just ooze sex,” she stuttered.  “You were right the other
night.  You
are
overwhelming.”  Pause.  “In a way I’ve
never experienced before.”  She sighed. She might as well just tell
him.  Here goes, she thought.

“I cried because
I’m a 27 year old woman, who’s just now realizing how much she’s been missing,”
she finished quietly, her face heating.  She paused, then said, “I’ve
never…”

He allowed her a
moment, and when she didn’t finish, he said, “Keep going.”

“I’ve never…
come… more than once in a night.  And, I’ve never… I’ve never been able to
have an orgasm during sex.  I know some women don’t...and I figured I was
just one of them.”

He looked
confused.  “Ryann, I know you came.  I could feel you coming around
me.  You can’t fake that feeling.  It’s fucking incredible.”  He
leaned down and ate at her mouth.

She could feel
him getting hard.  He was insatiable, and she couldn’t be happier.

He stopped
kissing her for a moment, and she said, “I know I didn’t fake it...that’s why I
cried.”

He blinked, as
if now realizing what she had just said.  Then a beautiful, sexy, and
somewhat smug, smile lit up his face.  While looking at her, he began moving. 
“Ah, baby.  I can’t seem to get enough of you tonight,” he moaned, his
eyes glittering.  “Are you too sore?” 

“No,” she
breathed.  She loved feeling him inside her.

He stopped
moving, and said, “Turn over.”

He helped her,
and while she moved, she could feel the dampness of their previous lovemaking
dripping down her thighs.  He could tell that she was trying to squeeze
her legs together, and he said, “Sex is messy, Ryann.  The messier the
better.”  He pushed her gently onto her stomach, then straddled her thighs
and leaned down to her ear, pushing her hair out of the way.

“I want to smell
me on you, Ryann,” his voice said, sounding like warm chocolate.  He began
kneading the muscles of her shoulders.  She let out a deep moan.  “I
want to feel my own wetness inside you when I take you again,” he said,
savoring each word.  “Your sweet pussy still slick from when I was in
there a few minutes ago.  Your pussy belongs to me, Ryann,” he whispered.

She whimpered,
while he leaned down to kiss between her shoulder blades, and the scruff on his
face scratched lightly on her back.  She arched, then snuggled deeper into
the bed.”

“Does that feel
good?”

“Yes,” she
murmured.

“How about
this?” While he kissed her back, he scratched his fingers lightly up and down
her sides.

“Mmm.”  The
sound came out of her mouth involuntarily.

“You’re not
falling asleep on me, are you?”  As if to make sure that wouldn’t happen,
he reached his hand to her ass cheek and squeezed.  “I’m not nearly done
with you tonight.”  He slipped his finger down her cheek, and from behind
reached forward to her weeping sex, sliding two fingers inside her with his
palm facing down.  He began rubbing her G-spot in a circular motion.

“Jeremy...” she
moaned.  She could feel a sheen of sweat pop out onto her skin.

He nibbled at
her ass, and said against her skin with a smile in his voice, “You still
sleepy?”  He kissed out to her hip and began biting softly at it. 
“Let’s see if you have one more in you tonight.”

She groaned
softly.

“You’re going to
come for me again, Ryann.  One.  More.  Time.”  He kissed
his way back to her ass then settled his lips to the small of her back.

At this point,
she was breathing erratically, and she seriously didn’t think she would be able
to come again, but given how he was able to make it seem so effortless the last
three times, she wanted to try.  Because, God, she loved the way this man
made her feel.

She pressed her
face into the bed, and groaned again, lifting her hips slightly off the bed.

He kept his lips
on her back, and used his left hand to press her back down onto the bed, while
his right hand was still between her legs. 

“Listen
carefully, Ryann.”  He kissed up her back, and said in a slow voice that
dripped with forbidden pleasure. “I’m going to grind into you...slowly.” 
He nibbled at her back, and she whimpered.  “A nice, slow, fuck. 
It’s going to be sweet torture, baby.  You’re gonna wish I was pounding
into you, but I’m gonna go nice and slow...Are you ready for me, Ryann? 
Are you ready to feel my cock inside you again?” he murmured.

He removed his
fingers from her dripping core, and pulled her hips back so she was on her
knees, and then he placed his hand on her back pushing her chest to the
bed.  He positioned himself between her spread knees, and leaned forward
onto her back.

“I want you to
squeeze me like a fist when you come, baby...like a hot, wet fist...because it
feels fucking fantastic.”  He eased into her already wet sheath, and took
himself all the way to the hilt.  “Put your hands behind your back,
Ryann.”

She was a little
disoriented, but did as he asked, and wondered how she would support herself
without smothering herself.  He answered that question by wrapping his
right arm around her waist and hitching her even closer to him, while using his
left hand to lightly hold her wrists bound at the small of her back.

Then he began to
drag his cock slowly out of her, then back in.  He paid special attention
to the head of his cock stopping to rub along the spongy area found just inside
the front walls of her sex.

“Ahh...”

He did it
again.  “Mmm, baby.  So good,” he growled softly.

In and out, he
filled her over and over again, so slowly, such sweet torture...just as he
said.  The way he was restraining her and dominating her from behind,
excited her more than she probably wanted to admit to herself.  She wished
he would move faster.  She squirmed.

“I can feel you
starting to clench around me, Ryann.  Do you like this?  Nice and
slow?”  He continued his penetration, sliding in and out of her
tirelessly.  She needed him to go faster.

“Jeremy...please...” 
She was clawing at his hand where he was restraining her wrists.  “I
need...I need you to go
faster
,” she begged.

“Oh, Ryann,” he
tsked.  “So impatient,” he said huskily.

She felt like a
caged animal, and began grinding her head into the bed, gasping out sobs,
trying to move him faster, but he was holding her hands, and her waist. 
He was in complete control, and the sheen of sweat made their bodies slippery
together.

“Jeremy!” she
keened. 
“Please!”

“Are you ready
to milk me dry, Ryann?  That’s what I need from you.  I need you to
come around me,” he said as he leaned forward and spoke in her ear.  “Tell
me what you need, baby.  You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes!  God,
Jeremy!”

“Say the words,
Ryann.  I want to hear you say it.”

She hesitated,
having never said these words to a man.  He was still going so slowly.

“Do you want me
to fuck you harder, Ryann?  Say it, baby, and I will.”

“Yes, Jeremy!”

“
Say
it,
Ryann,” he growled through gritted teeth.

“Jeremy! 
Fuck me
harder
!” she sobbed.

He held her
waist and hands, then slammed into her.

“Ahh...” she
screamed.

He continued his
unyielding possession of her, primal in his intent, groaning every time he
pounded into her.  And she continued to scream.  Every time he
entered her with such force, she screamed.  He reached his hand down from
her waist and pressed her swollen nub, while the wicked build crept closer and
closer, until her ravaged body burst into flames and her defenses were
shattered.

She let out a
keening scream, the likes of which she had never heard come from her before,
climaxing into a ball of flames.  He pounded two more forceful strokes,
and let out an impassioned yell, bucking his hips into her, then collapsing
onto her back, both of them heaving deep breaths trying to regain their senses.

They lay there
for a long time, exactly where they fell, surrendering themselves to the
absolute contentment of the moment.

After a couple
of minutes of silence, he withdrew from her body, sliding out slowly, then
walked to the bathroom.  She absolutely couldn’t move.  She simply
lay crumpled there, waiting for him to return.  He did, and ran his hand
along her ass.

“Turn over,
baby.”  She looked up and saw that he had a washcloth in his hand. 
She slowly turned over, and he began to stroke her between her legs with the
towel, cleaning her again, as he did before.

He smiled lazily
at her.  “Your pussy is so pretty,” he said as he looked between her
legs.  “Are you feeling ok?” he asked with uncertainty.

She was blushing
again at his words, but smiled back at him, “I’m feeling better than ok.”

“Mmm...looks
like my little Ryann has turned into a sex fiend.”

She stretched
her arms above her head.  “If I have, it’s because you’ve turned me into
one.”

He chuckled and
zeroed in on her breast.  “You looked like a kitten just then.  A
very content, happy kitten, stretching and purring.”  Then he stroked his
fingers down the center of her body.  “A kitten who likes to be
rubbed…maybe I shouldn’t call you sex fiend...I’m gonna call you my little sex
kitten.
” 

She slapped his
hand away.  “Actually, I think
you’re
the sex fiend.  No
more,” she groaned.

He laughed
again.  “Have I tired you out?”

“Yes. 
You’re not getting any more tonight, mister,” she said, teasing.

“Maybe.” He
winked.  “You ready to go to sleep?”

She nodded,
smiling, her eyelids already fighting to stay open.

“Let’s go to bed
then.”

Ryann
sighed.  He sounded so domestic, like they’d been sleeping together for
years.  It felt oddly comfortable, given that she had known him less than
a week.  God, was it possible she hadn’t even known him for a week? 
And here she was sleeping over.  What kind of a woman was she turning
into? 
A sex kitten, apparently,
she thought dryly
.

“Do you have any
work to do tonight?” he asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

“No.  I
would like to get there early tomorrow, though.  Can you wake me up around
six?”

“Of
course.  I’ll have Manny drive us in.  What time do you want to
leave?”

“Would 7:30 be
ok?”

“Yup.” 
Then he kissed her on the nose, and settled in next to her, pulling the sheet
up over them, and turning off the lamp on the nightstand.