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easy, thank God. Complicated would be quite beyond me at this moment. The condom safely in position, I glance back at his face to see that his eyes are now closed. He’s grimacing, but I’m sure he’s not in pain.
    “It’s done,” I whisper.
    He opens his eyes. “Then, baby, I’m all yours.”
    With no further ado I wriggle back up him, and with a soft moan lower myself gratefully onto his shaft. I groan. The sensation feels wonderful. Fabulous. I’m stretched, tight, almost to the point of pain. It’s near, but it’s not quite painful, not really. It’s more that I’m—full, complete. And in control.
    For long moments I don’t move, and neither does he. My eyes are closed as I savor this—connection—between us. Then I open my eyes, look down into his glittering, emerald gaze. He smiles up at me, his eyes warm as he reaches up, the back of his knuckles delicately tracing my nipples, first one, then the other. He takes one between his finger and thumb and rolls it, gentle at first then firming his touch. His smile still light, he squeezes the hard little bud. I gasp, and startled out of my reverie I begin to move. I use my thighs to raise myself up then sink back each time, reveling in the feeling of being stretched, filled entirely. I concentrate on sliding up and down on his hard, thick shaft as I settle into my rhythm. I use my inner muscles to squeeze him, to clench around him. He groans, releases my nipple to take firm hold of my hips. And I’m no longer the one controlling this, I’m no longer alone in setting our rhythm. He holds my body as I continue to move on him, but he’s now thrusting upwards to meet me, filling me each time, angling the thrusts to hit my most sensitive spot. The pleasure builds and I share my power willingly—I arch, scream with the mindless delight of it.
    I feel the boil of orgasm starting, deep within, bubbling, simmering, gathering heat, gurgling upwards and outwards like a volcano. It’s new, unfamiliar, as though I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked before.
    And maybe I haven’t. At least, I’m only just starting to become accustomed to being fucked by a man I love.
    With that realization comes release. I pitch forward, collapsing boneless, on top of Tom’s chest as my orgasm pulses through me.

Chapter Two
    “I’d have brought you a coffee up earlier if I’d realized how grateful you’d be. If I throw in some toast would it get me a blow job?”
    Tom’s grinning down at me, propped up on one elbow on the bed. He’s stretched out alongside me, still fully dressed.
    “Definitely. Any time. It’s probably cold by now. Shit.” I groan to myself. I could murder a good hit of caffeine right now.
    “I seriously doubt it. That’s got to be one of the fastest fucks on record.” He stretches over me to reach my still steaming mug, hands it to me. “There you go. Don’t scald yourself.”
    I sit up and sip the coffee gratefully. Tom lies still, watching me. Eventually he breaks our companionable silence.
    “So, I’m guessing you feel okay again. Quite lively, in fact, going by how you jumped me just then. Migraine all gone?”
    “Yes, totally. Thanks for the painkillers earlier. And I’m sorry about, well, I just…couldn’t help it.”
    “Any time, Ashley.” He shakes his head, his grin infectious. “Amazing. You sure you’re okay? I’ve never known anyone seem so ill and recover so fast.”
    “I didn’t seem ill, I was ill. It’s difficult to describe, when it hits it comes on suddenly and just knocks me sideways, it’s like being clouted on the head with a sledgehammer. Wipes me out completely for a day or so. Then it’s gone. Just gone. And I’m back, absolutely fine, as though nothing’s happened.”
    He looks thoughtful. “I remember a kid at my school who used to get migraines. I don’t recall it ever brought him to his knees like you were yesterday, though. Have they always been so severe for you? Isn’t there any treatment?”
    I