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coated him. He wasn’t the only one turned-on.
    He could fuck her now, here, like this, but he wanted her to
come first.
    The bedside drawer on her side held a small fortune in sex
toys. He jerked it open and reached for a blue cyber-skinned rabbit vibrator. A
quick click of the button and it revved to life.
    He pressed the head of the fake cock to her pussy and pushed
it in a few inches. Carefully he eased the vibrator in deeper and turned it on
the lowest setting. Nicole jolted but quickly relaxed, moaning as she pushed
back on the vibe.
    Jake applied pressure to the clitoral stimulator, ensuring
it hit the bundle of nerves. With one hand he pumped her, thrusting the vibe as
hard and fast as he dared go while stroking himself with the other.
    Arousal slicked the fake cock, proof that this wasn’t just a
show. She was turned-on just as much as he was.
    He turned the intensity up a notch, then a little more.
Nicole rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, making little grunting noises.
    “Come on, babe,” he muttered and reached between her legs to
tease her orgasm.
    He barely brushed his fingers across her clit and Nicole’s
body went taut, moaning her release. The moans turned to little whimpers and he
eased the intensity down, bringing her with it until she slumped forward on the
headboard. He turned it off and dropped the vibe on the bed.
    This was just the beginning.
    Jake forced her knees wider and positioned his cock at her
entrance. It had been a while since they’d done this—make love or fuck,
whatever its name was. Did he need to slow down?
    Nicole pushed back and the first inch of his cock sank into
her wet pussy. He groaned and thrust into her slick channel.
    “Holy shit,” he muttered.
    She’d always fit him like a glove, but now it was tighter
despite the orgasm. He briefly wondered if she wasn’t too small now, but she
pushed back, asking for more with her body. His eyes nearly rolled back into
his head as his length sank all the way into her slick heat.
    “So fucking good.” He coasted his hands up her thighs, over
her hips and back. Her hair spread out over her shoulders and he grasped a
handful of it with one hand. With the other, he gripped her hip and withdrew.
    He thrust back into her and they both gasped.
    The driving urge to touch her, to familiarize himself with
her body again rivaled the need to climax. He rocked back and forth while
coasting his hands over all the skin he could reach. She was so smooth
everywhere.
    He leaned forward, grasping the headboard with one hand, and
reached around to cup her breast, rolling the tight peak between his fingers.
She arched her back and for a moment her head rested on his shoulder. He
switched hands, but this time his grip faltered as she moved against him,
sliding up and down on his cock while he toyed with her breasts.
    Nicole fucking herself on him, it was one of his favorite
things.
    “Jake,” she moaned, a thread of frustration in her voice.
    He knew that sound, hungered for it.
    Grasping her hips with both hands, he thrust hard and fast.
She rocked forward, but her hold on the spindles was tight. Again he thrust
deep and rough. Her foot kicked against the mattress, her toes curling. He
continued the pace, letting his eyes close and losing himself in the feel of
flesh on flesh, the way only she could hug his cock, her panting moans and the
sound of their labored breathing.
    Her foot kicked harder and she squealed, tossing her head
back as her pussy pulsed around him. He fucked her through her climax, loving
the uninhibited way she cried out.
    His orgasm rolled up, as if from his very toes, in a sudden
rush. He shouted and drove deep, freezing as months of frustration eased out
into a glorious release.
    The smell of the candles registered first, then the music
still playing in the background.
    Jake eased out of her, mind reeling and breath still coming
in fast pants.
    Nicole sagged forward, her head resting on the headboard as
if it were the