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holding me and making me fuck you.”
    “Does it feel good?” He picked up his pace. “Because to me
it feels fucking incredible. I should have just taken you in college when I
wanted to instead of waiting so long to get my cock into you. But waiting makes
it better. This is better than all my fantasies.”
    “It feels so good.” She moaned again as one of his thrusts
hit just the right spot inside her. “God, yes, do that again!”
    “Are you going to come, baby?” He reached around her to
flick her clit. The contact nearly sent her over the edge. “Yes, you are. Tell
me, baby.”
    “I’m going to come.” She was so close she couldn’t think
clearly enough to talk, yet she knew if she didn’t speak he would stop again.
That would drive her insane. She needed him to keep fucking her. Needed the
release he could give her.
    That was what she could say to him. “Please. I need to come.
You’re making me feel so good, if I don’t come I’ll go crazy. Please keep
fucking me. Please make me come!”
    “That’s good.” He rubbed her clit. “That’s what I like to
hear. How close are you?”
    “So fucking close!” She cried out wordlessly as he brought
her even closer to the edge. “Please!”
    And then the orgasm hit. She bucked and shouted Darin’s name
as pleasure so intense it took away all conscious thought hit her. Her body was
on fire; her mind was gone. She knew nothing except that her new lover was
still fucking her, still sending the peak of ecstasy higher and higher until
she thought she might black out from the intensity. She moaned his name again.
His finger on her clit was painful now. “Stop! Please!”
    He quickly took his finger away and stilled inside her. She
panted for breath and leaned over the chair, trying to hold herself up because
her legs shook so much she didn’t think they could do the job anymore. Her
pussy contracted with an aftershock and she bucked again.
    “Are you all right?” Darin asked. He rubbed her back gently
and she could hardly believe he was the same man who had taken her so
forcefully.
    “I’m okay.” She took a few deep breaths. “That was—god, that
was almost too much. Do it again.”
    He laughed. “I knew you’d like being fucked that way. Fast
and hard, nice and nasty, right?”
    “Oh god, yes.” She pushed herself up from the chair but
still braced herself with her arms. “We aren’t done yet.”
    “We are here.” He slowly withdrew from her and she stifled a
protest. He went into the kitchen and returned a second later with his pants
zipped. She assumed he had thrown away the condom. “But you forgot one thing.
What are you supposed to say when you want me to stop right away?”
    It took her a moment to remember. “Red.”
    “And what did you say?”
    “Stop.” She didn’t see how he could expect her to remember a
random word in the heat of what they’d done. Then again, that was the point. It
was a random word, and that was how he would know she meant it. “I’m sorry.”
    “If we’d been doing this a while, I would have to punish you
for forgetting your safe word. But since we’re just getting started, I’ll give
you a break.” He smiled and caressed her cheek. “It’s okay, but it’s important
that you remember yellow and red. When we’re really into it, you might shout
things you don’t really mean. You might say no or stop but mean exactly the
opposite when you’re turned-on enough. If you use yellow or red, I’ll know you
mean it. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.” If he wasn’t sure whether she meant what she said, he
might not stop. That would be bad if she really needed to stop. “I’ll remember.”
    “Good.” He kissed her briefly on the lips. “Where do you
want the next round, baby? Couch? Bed? Floor?”
    “Let’s save the floor for the next time we can’t wait.” She
held her breath when she realized what she’d said. She was assuming there would
be a next time and that wasn’t something she was