Last Volume of this Work

and she slept on, warm and snuggled deep beneath their quilt . . . and as the night came closer to ending, her sleep deepened . . . she possessed him still . . . hers to hold, to want for nothing . . . the dreaming more intense, and he would take her . . . make her his, if only for the moment . . .

she stood in front of him, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm - wrapping his arms around her, he held her hard to his chest – steadying her – felt her pounding heart, the trickle of a tear on his chest – and held still, her head on his shoulder - he whispered in her ear, something that made her smile – and hold onto his arms as he hugged her – strong arms wrapping her up, claiming her – he kissed her cheek then, and another soft kiss on her neck – and she sighed when his lips touched her shoulder, gently nibbling her skin – and her eyes closed, a low moan escaping her lips.

his hands slid over her – down her back, around and behind her – stroked the beginnings of her ass - her hands came up to touch him – to the shape of his beard, the line of his jaw – and she looked up at his rugged face – he didn’t think he was handsome, but she saw it – in his eyes, his lips – and in his smile, as she started losing herself in him – running the palms of her hands over him, she began the kissing – her lips touched his neck, and she could feel his pulse, sense his breathing – soft kisses at his ear, her breathing warm and moist – only to vanish and reappear on his chest – she was enjoying him – toying with him, his skin warm and alive underneath her fingers.

and his hands moved up and into her hair, still damp – her kisses, trailing down his chest – just above his nipple – lower still – her tongue flicking over its hard little nub, making him moan – then sharp teeth bit at his nipple, eliciting a growl – and suddenly he lifted her up – into his arms, making her squeal in surprise – laughing with delight – he carried her out of the bathroom – in his arms – saying nothing – and she could feel a trembling begin – her arms around his neck, her head laid down against his shoulder, nuzzling him – and reaching the bed, both of them naked, she feels the head of his hardened cock – grazing against her as he gently lays her on the bed – through lustful eyes, she sees again how big he is.

she stares at him, wondering why he waits – he should be ravishing her – and she remembers the walk thru the airport – slow, methodical – after all this time waiting, he won’t rush – he towers over her, looks down at her – he can hardly stand the wait – she reaches out for him, grabs his cock – hard and leaking and lays back on the bed – drawing him forward – finally he will have her, and it takes all his will power to keep from taking her quickly – he lays beside her, feels her shaking in anticipation – lays a hand on her cheek, caressing her skin – gently saying "finally!"

and she smiles – pulling him to her, wanting him on top of her – he starts to kiss her and she pulls at him – "please...I want to feel you on me." – he very slowly lays over her, as her legs open for him – he takes his weight on his elbows – his hip pressing her down, feeling her warmth – feeling her how wet she is – his cock hard, nestled against her wetness – so close to her slit and he is tempted to slide into her – his fingers tangle in her hair – holding her close and they kiss, slow, tender – he can see it in her eyes – so much in need of him, so wanting – she tells him she has been without anyone – for so long.

kissing her again, he smiles and whispers " our first time will be like your first time then. " – her blush, the slight nod of her head – she seems like an innocent, eager to be taught – but he knows what she is capable of doing to him, and he can't wait - he moves on her – his cock easing forward – a gasp, as she feels the head against her lips, barely parting them – she groans and pushes against him – taking in just a little more – she whimpers when he won't move deeper – pulling back just enough, allowing his dick to nestle between her swollen lips – sliding through them, making her moan as he slides over her clit – looking up at him, her expression of almost hurt, begging him now, wanting him inside – her eyes plead with him now, and he knows he won’t wait much longer.

their bodies touching, his hands in her hair – holding her in his arms – his eyes holding her, looking deep into her soul – slowly he pulls back, she lies beneath him, her whole body alive, thrumming with anticipation – and he stops! - he’s waiting again! the fucker!! – her hands slide up and over his waist, grabs him, trying to pull him in – no more methodical – as he speaks her name, her fingernails rake over his ass – and he sinks into her tight, velvety softness – she has marked him as hers – he has taken her as his.

he buries himself into her – the feeling of her cunt wrapping around him takes his breath away – he didn't expect this – she took him so easily, all of him – one thrust and she was his – but so new to him, so tight – she cries out like she must have that first time, when she surrendered herself – and he feels her cum on him – making him moan as she arches her body beneath him, and he is lost.

he tries to move slowly – wanting her to enjoy, wanting to enjoy her – wanting to, but he can’t – he moves in her, her pussy sucks him deeper – and now it is he who cries out – a loud lustful groan – his thrusts becoming faster, her cunt mouth taking him – she bucks against him now, as his hard prick hits her sex – making her scream with each thrust, and each scream makes him hungrier.

he moans as he pushes harder into her – she holds onto him as he takes her, the pain inside from his thrusts making her sore – making her cum again on him – taking him closer – making him ready . . .

. . . and ever so slowly, dawn approaches, and the light filters into the room . . . she stirs, stretching, feels the familiar hunger returning . . . lazily she rolls to her side . . . listening . . . and she hears it . . . hears him . . . his heavy breathing, steady and deep . . . and the sweet ache she felt from last nite, from all the nites fuels her hunger . . . she rolls next to him, touches the long faded marks on his butt, and molds herself against him . . . and reaches for him . . . again . . . how long has it been since he showed up at her door, smiling that smile, wanting her . . . the days had become weeks which became months and still he stayed . . . how long?

not long enough! no, not even close.