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tightened brutally around his
cock.
    He kept
thrusting though, and she was able to turn her head and gasp for air as the
sensations finally leveled off. “More,” she rasped, fisting her hands in the
sheets as she prepared herself for more pleasure. “Please, more.”
    He didn’t say
anything. He hadn’t said a word since he’d told her to turn onto her stomach.
But she could feel him intensely at her back. Some sort of intense vibrations
were radiating off of him, slamming into her, and spurring her on to even
higher need.
    His rhythm
built back up, and the stroking of his cock into her tightened channel was hard
and almost raw. But she needed even more of it. She tried to pump her hips to
meet his, although her position allowed very little freedom of motion. His
pelvis slapped against the soft flesh of her bottom on every in-stroke, and the
wanton sound mingled with the bed’s shaking and their loud, desperate
breathing.
    Then he wrapped
an arm around her hips until his hand found her swollen intimate flesh. He
rubbed her clit in a massage so urgent it was almost clumsy, and the additional
stimulation caused Lori to choke on new waves of pleasure.
    She came again.
This time, she wasn’t prepared and she moaned and whimpered as she rode out the
pleasure, not finding the coordination to hide her face in the pillow. As she
contorted her face and sobbed out her second release, she heard Ander make a
rough, wordless sound behind her.
    His rhythm grew
suddenly rough and choppy, and his hips pistoned against her ass. He kept
rubbing her clit, and her body was trapped between the conflicting sensations
of his fucking and his massage.
    She shook and
shuddered as the tension tightened inside her again. His thrusts were rough and
urgent, and she could feel the heat of his body, hear the almost frantic sound
of his panting.
    “Oh God,” she
choked, her spine arching and her head lifting involuntarily off the bed.
“Gonna come again.”
    Without
warning, Ander was right behind her, on top of her, just at her back. Before
she knew what it meant, she felt his teeth on her skin as he bit down on the
dip of her shoulder.
    She cried out
loudly—no pillow to muffle it—and came hard. As her body convulsed and the
spasms of pleasure sliced through her, she was conscious of Ander’s pelvis
jerking against her bottom. The stifled, guttural sounds he made as he climaxed
were drowned in her own cry of release.
    She collapsed
forward when she finally came down, her body limp, sweaty, hot, and deliciously
sated. She felt Ander’s weight at her back, his hot breath against her neck and
shoulder. For just a moment, it felt wonderful—like he was as replete as she
was.
    “Wow,” she
croaked. “Wow.”
    He grunted.
    “Wow. That was...wow.”
    He grunted
again.
    “That was...that
was incredible, Ander.” She’d never come so hard in her previous engagements
with Ander. She’d never come so hard in her life.
    Then she felt Ander
pull his weight off of her and then pull his cock from her still clinging
channel. He stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom, and she heard
the water running. He was gone for a lot longer than normal, and she started to
wonder if something was wrong with him.
    He hadn’t
seemed quite his normal self today, she realized. He hadn’t talked much, and he
hadn’t been as slow and attentive as normal.
    Maybe he’d been
having a bad day. He seemed to be into the sex, but she figured he couldn’t feel
like being the patient, careful mentor every single evening. Plus, she’d
spurred them both into urgency tonight.
    She hoped he
wasn’t upset about anything, though. She’d hate to have had such an amazing
time if he had been worried about something else.
    When he finally
came back, he reached down to pull on his boxers like usual before he stretched
out on the bed beside her.
    She studied his
face, but it revealed nothing but his typical, cool composure. “You all right?”
    He blinked,
clearly