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want to feel you inside me.” He lightly pushed
away, stood and removed his pants slowly, too slowly for me. I begged softly,
“Please. Pleeeease… hurry.”
    Softly growling, Evan whispered, “Be patient, bébé. All good
things are worth waiting for, and I promise you, this will be good.” He reached
into his pocket before dropping his pants to the ground and rolled a condom
onto his long, hard, thick shaft.
    In one quick motion, Evan was back on top of me guiding his
cock over my clit, circling it, and then rubbing my moist folds. Over and over
again his cock circled my hot, swollen clit leaving me dizzy and waiting. The
wanting was driving me mad. I grasped the bed sheets to keep control when I
really wanted to scream “Fuck me now!” It felt amazing, but it was not enough.
I wanted him to stop torturing me! I wanted him to give me what I want.  Slowly
he slid in and out, inching in a little more each time until he filled me. I’d
never felt anything like this. My head was clouded by desire. My body was
flooded with sensations I had never felt before.
    He whispered sweet words; his breath was hot against my ear.
“You are so tight and so wet for me, bébé. I don’t think I ever want to leave
your pussy.”
    “Ooh, mon dieu!” I moaned at his words, moving with him
thrust for thrust. We moved faster and faster until suddenly I couldn't take
it. I wanted it harder…
    “Fuck me. Harder. Please.” I was feeling out of control as
he was thrusting and plunging deep and hard. “Mmmm. Just. Like. That. Oh.
Don’t. Stop.”
    “Bébé. You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.” Evan was panting,
increasing his speed.
    We screamed each other’s name as we released together. I
couldn't believe how hard I was pulsing around his cock. He kissed me
forcefully then pulled out of me. I felt an instant sense of loss, but he
rolled me next to him and pulled me tightly to his chest.
    Being in this man’s arms was indescribable. It had been too
long since I’d felt such warmth. I think the truth was I’d never experienced
the way I felt about him right now. How? How can I feel something so deep for
him so quickly? What was it about him that feels so right? It didn’t feel wrong
to be with him. He was practically a stranger, but so familiar. There was a
connection to him. I did't think I was imagining it. Or was I?  Was I just
another female enthralled with his beauty?
    “Bébé, what are you thinking about?” He nibbled at my
earlobe.
    There was no way I would tell him what I was actually
thinking, so I told him what I hoped would entice him to keep his firm hold on
me. I purred softly into my pillow, “How good you feel wrapped around me.”
    “I can make you feel even better.” He turned me to face him
and even in the dark those eyes penetrated my heart.
    “Mmmm… how can you do that?”
    “Let me show you.” He captured my mouth as he slid me under
his body. “I’ll give you a full demonstration.” I giggled and surrendered my
body to his full control.
    “Oh mon dieu.” I may never survive this.

 

     
     
    WHO IS THIS woman and what has she
done to me? I can't remember not wanting to run, not wanting to sneak out of
bed and out the door to avoid the awkward morning scenes. Usually after a night
of fucking I was ready to move on, but there was something about Melissa. Sex
had always been just sex to me, getting each other off and saying goodbye. It
wasn’t that I didn't care about who I was with. I did. I just never had any
intentions of letting anything become more than I wanted it to be. It’s crazy,
but I find myself wanting to pleasure Melissa until she is completely consumed
with me. I wanted her obsessed with me. I wanted her to beg me to never leave
her because I didn't want to be without her. How was it conceivable to think
that she was “the one” after only a few hours of being with her? I felt so
comfortable being with her. Something about her was so familiar, but it wasn’t
something I could