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He thrust into her, making her moan and then moan again when he pulled out slightly and pushed in even more.
She and Rob had tried a lot of positions, but he’d never taken her from behind before. She’d never said she didn’t want to, but she’d also never suggested it. It had been Arthur’s favorite position, and so it would never be her first choice. But this was different than with Arthur. Even the position. He hadn’t put her on her hands and knees. Rob had just raised her bottom. The penetration felt tight and she could feel Rob pressed behind her, and she wanted him so much she would come from anything.
“Do you like that?” he asked breathlessly, rolling his hips in a way that made her breath hitch.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Take me the way you want.”
Rob started to thrust then, fast and hard and powerful. She clutched at the sheets and tried to push back against him but couldn’t get much leverage. She felt almost helpless, but it wasn’t scary. He was making her feel so good.
Soon she started whimpering and then crying out when the sensations intensified quickly. She pressed her cheek against the mattress and heard herself babbling out all kinds of things—about how good he was, how hard she wanted him to take her, how much she wanted him to make her come.
Then she was coming, her body clamping down all around his penetration, and she was biting back a scream as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Now she could hear him muttering, “There you go, baby. You’re so good. Let go. Come just like that for me.” And his words were just making it all even hotter.
She didn’t know if the orgasm just lasted longer than an orgasm should, or if she kept having more, but as he continued to thrust, the pleasure kept sweeping over her, and she was making choked sounds as she tried to process it all.
She looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of them in the mirror over the dresser, her positioned with her naked ass in the air, Rob taking her so hard that the bed was shaking. And the visual just made her come even harder. She was nearlysobbing into the covers now, her hair sticking messily to her face and her skin covered in perspiration.
Just when she was afraid she couldn’t handle any more, Rob froze without warning, letting out a muffled shout. He ground his hips against her bottom as he made his last jerky pushes.
She turned her head so she could see him come, and then both of them were collapsing to the bed.
Rob landed beside her, rolling over onto his back and gasping loudly.
Allison was gasping just as loudly, but she didn’t even have the energy to turn over. She was sore and exhausted and hot and cold, all at the same time. And she was washed with a kind of sated relaxation she’d never experienced before, as if her body had taken all the pleasure it needed and couldn’t imagine wanting any more.
“Oh God,” she moaned, with great effort turning her face in Rob’s direction.
“‘Oh God’ is right.” He scooted a little closer to her and reached out to stroke her hair.
“That was… that was…”
“Beyond words.”
“Right.”
“I can’t believe we…”
“Did that.”
She choked on amusement and finally managed to turn onto her side, reaching out to take Rob’s hand. “I’ve never had sex like that before.”
“Me either.”
“I didn’t even think it was possible to… I mean, I figured it was just in porn or exaggerated sexy books where people could… could…”
“Could what?” Rob’s face was streaming with sweat, but his eyes were focused on her face.
“Could come like that.”
“It probably just takes an exceptionally talented man.”
She snorted. “Hey, I was part of it too.”
He picked his hand up again and cupped her cheek. “I know you were. You were amazing.”
“So were you.”
They smiled at each other. Apparently, they’d finished giving each other compliments because they lay in pleased silence for a long time, until finally Allison started to get cold. She didn’t want to put on her torn blouse, so she grabbed a T-shirt from the laundry basket in the middle of the floor that was always filled with clean clothes.
