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flicking the small slit, she watched him hiss in a deep breath between clenched teeth. Then she grabbed his shaft and pumped while she sucked the top half of his cock. When she determined it was time to take in more of him, she licked up and down, wetting his whole shaft.
    “Enough.”
    “But I can do much more.”
    “I can’t take much more.” He reached for his nightstand drawer, retrieved the condom he promised to wear and opened it with his teeth.
    “Here, let me,” Katia said.
    Mason waited while she rolled the condom over his erection. Then he backed down the bed and positioned himself between her open legs. Holding his cock at her opening, he pushed inside her, slowly.
    “I want to fuck you hard, but I assume I should be gentle.”
    “You don’t need to be careful. If there’s a baby, it’s about the size of a peanut.”
    “In that case…” Mason buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion.
    “Oh!”
    He withdrew as quickly as he had thrust. “Did I hurt you?”
    “No! I’m fine. Please do it. It feels so good.” She hoped her pleading eyes would reassure him.
    “You’re so tight.”
    “I’ve been neglected. It’s heaven to have a man inside me again. Don’t worry. I want this.”
    He inserted his cock into her again and rocked, finding his rhythm, increasing the tempo, slowly. Every now and then, he asked, “Are you okay?”
    She moaned. “I’m better than okay. Dear God, thank you for the gift of sex.”
    He chuckled. As his hard cock thrust in and out of her channel, he said, “You’re so hot and wet, and you feel so tight around me. You make me want to forget about drawing you. I just want to fuck you over and over until I can’t stay awake.”
    That sounded very good to her, but Katia knew she’d have to get home before her uncle became suspicious. So, eyes closed, she focused on the marvellous stuffing and tugging sensations. With her G-spot stroked over and over, Katia moaned and climbed to yet another peak. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m going to come again.
    She quivered and spasmed at the same time Mason jerked into her. Her pussy muscles must have been milking him like crazy because he jolted several times and grunted with each involuntary motion. Her own orgasm felt deeper and richer, somehow. It was impossible to describe. All the while, he choked out unintelligible sounds as if speaking some guttural, primitive tongue. He rode her and rode her until he collapsed next to her, panting.
    As they recovered, he found her hand and intertwined their fingers.
    She wondered what he was thinking. Had he lost all respect for her and decided to let her down gently? Would he simply drop her off and say nothing but never see her again?
    Finally, he spoke. “That was frickin’ awesome, Katia. Now that we got that out of our systems, do you think you can pose for an hour or so?”
    She chuckled. “Yes. As soon as I can stand.”
    “We can build an extra hour into each session for this—if you want to.”
    Katia beamed. “To fuck? Like that? Don’t be silly.” She rolled up on one elbow to place a hard kiss on his lips.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mason walked her home in silence, but his preoccupation had more to do with Katia’s uncle than with her. Once they’d gotten their asses out of bed, Katia had become his perfect model. Mason had found that simply by telling her what the story was about, she could act out the appropriate facial expression and stance without any help from him. This extra inspiration made his sketches easier, faster and the result so much better.
    He needed to have his mock-up samples ready to meet with the publisher by Friday. His brother-in-law was a friend of the man he had to see, and he’d set up the meeting on short notice. Mason couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, although he wished he had more time. Panic had followed the elation at an opportunity like this. If he could just keep Katia as a model, everything would be fine.
    He’d have to