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gossamer thin fabric of the tiny underwear. Slipping one finger past that delicate barrier, he stroked her cleft, feeling the moisture that had gathered there already. “Tell me you want me, Libby.”
    She sighed, the soft sound of her pleasure skating over his skin. “I want you, Gavin! I need to feel your cock inside me.”
    Gavin continued to touch her, his fingers sliding over the slick folds of her sex, circling her clit with gentle precision. “If you want that, Libby, you have to make it happen. Take me inside you.”
    When he felt her hands fumbling with his zipper, then closing around him, he bit back a groan. With her hand clasped tightly around the shaft, and the head of his cock breeching the dew slicked walls of her cunt, Gavin knew what heaven would feel like. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “More, Libby. Take all of me.”
    Inch by inch, she did just that.
    Feeling the softness of her flesh, the damp heat of her clenching around him, Gavin rocked his hips against her, sending sparks of pleasure through them both. Every sound she made, each soft moan and cry, spurred him on. As much as he wanted to lose himself inside her, he wanted her to be mindless with pleasure.
    Recalling her earlier foray into dirty talk, he pressed his mouth to her ear, “I love the way you feel. So hot and tight around me, so fucking wet. The way you shudder, your whole body quivering just before you come. Nothing feels as good as being inside you.”
    “Gavin, please!”
    “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
     
    ~*~*~
     
    Libby couldn’t think. With the thick length of his cock buried in her, the hot press of his body against hers, it was impossible to form coherent sentences.
    In spite of the fact that he had her pressed against a door, supporting her considerable weight with his body, he was being gentle with her.
    Gentleness wasn’t what she wanted from him. She wanted to feel primal, animalistic. “Just fuck me,” she whispered, “Hard.”The minute the words escaped her lips, she was stunned. Libby had never been so blatantly carnal in her life, never with anyone, until Gavin.
    When she felt him withdraw, she shuddered. As he drove into her again, forcefully, she screamed his name. Running her hands down his back, she urged him even deeper. He was the largest man she’d ever been with. He filled her completely, perfectly, touching every nerve. Pleasure suffused her.
    “You make me so crazy,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
    “You make me crazy too.” He did, she realized. The wild, instantaneous attraction between them had been a novel experience for her. That the heat could flare between them so rapidly was an eye opening experience. Foreplay wasn’t even necessary. All she had to do was think about him and her libido kicked into overdrive.
    From that point forward, neither of them spoke.
    Libby couldn’t. Her mind had shut down and all she could do was feel, intently focused on the slow and agonizing withdrawal of his cock, followed by another powerful thrust that sent her hurtling towards the edge. Gripping him tighter, her thighs wrapped around him and her ankles locked just above the firm curve of his behind, she strained against him, seeking the release that was so achingly close.
    He shifted her slightly, changing the angle a fraction, and Libby sobbed with pleasure. The contractions began deep within her, radiating outward as her body seized with the intensity of her climax. Each shuddering wave elicited an answering shiver from him. When she felt the first rush of heat, his cock jerking inside her, she clenched tightly around him, holding him deep inside her.
    “Fuck, you’re killing me!”
    “Then we’ll die happy,” she answered breathlessly .
    Gavin shivered against her again, sweat cooling on his skin as his own shuddering release subsided.
    Libby smiled as she felt the tremors in him. Knowing that she could do that to him made her feel powerful. He was a