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He instead sits on the edge of the bed himself, with me now sliding down into his lap, still tightly and firmly connected to his fine shaft. He gives me one thrust out of nowhere that startles me, knocking the breath out of me.

“Can you handle it, baby?” he asks me.

“Let’s fuck each other’s brains out, honey,” I say zestfully.

We ride each other this way for quite some time. It easily and instantly becomes one of our favorite positions in our repertoire. We are able to be so close to each other, touching intimately while we fervently and passionately fuck each other, charging our drives up to levels that I thought impossible. I think that surely, any minute, one of us will succumb, but neither of us wants the sensational ride to end.

We switch positions again, also at my behest. I simply lunge forward at him, knocking his body back so that I can dominate and be on top. Finally, he lets go just a bit so that I can lead and rock his body. He lets me ride him for several minutes, pulling out growls and laughs of pleasure with nearly every move I make. The only time he becomes involved is when I have finally gotten him close. He grabs onto my ass, smacking it hard, growling louder the closer he gets to his big finish, and giving me nice little thrusts up into me. Until, finally, I can feel him burst, shooting his hot load up far into me, burying it deeper into my pussy with each push.

Next, we switch and I submit to him again. I get on all fours and bend over, sticking my ass far up into the air for him to take. He gives it a few smacks before grabbing it, but once he does, he plows it into my wet pussy, fucking me from behind faster and more aggressively than he has with our previous positions.

Every so often, I feel like I can feel his fingers lightly grazing my asshole while he drills into me from behind. I’m not sure, but I feel something. And I like it.

* * *

By the endof the night, he has come for me twice, and I’ve come for him so many times that I lost count. Each orgasm is more powerful and subduing than the one immediately preceding it. We just don’t want it to end.

We fall asleep together in the dark. He is facing away from me when he finally passes out, so I’m not able to take advantage of my sleeping arrangements and snuggle up into him like I want. I consider wrapping my arms around him from behind, but I don’t want to cross some sort of boundary.

The more that we have sex together, the less I feel we even have boundaries. After all, everything this man is telling me and doing to me only serves as evidence to suggest we have no boundaries at all. Whether that is true or not remains to be seen, so I choose to just sleep facing toward him, staring deep into his back, hoping that maybe he will turn over in his sleep before I pass out.

13

Aiden

Isleep through my phone’s alarm, and neither of us has set an alarm by clock or any other device. Kate had properly exhausted me the night before and nothing else mattered to me while we share her bed together.

I check the time on my phone, three minutes until nine.Shit.

I woke up really late. I know that I should leap from bed and rush to get dressed, but I don’t care. Still, nothing else matters because the most beautiful woman in New York is sleeping right next to me.

I realize that I fell asleep at Kate’s apartment. Sleeping over at anyone else’s home is already abnormal for me, so doing it with a woman that I’m sleeping with makes it even more extraordinary. Usually, I either get a hotel room for my sexual trysts or take the woman back to my place. None of my general tactics matter anymore, though, because I finally have an extraordinary girl in my life.

Extraordinary or not, I also realize that I’m not going to be able to lay in bed forever. I’m already missing my first meeting of the day, which is set to take place in two minutes, when I’m still in bed. I know I’m also likely going to miss my second meeting because that is set for 9:30, and I know I can’t get to the office in early morning New York traffic before then. So, I fucked up there, too.

I have ten missed calls from Adam. I have several missed calls from many people. I’m still in “tired brain” mode, having only been awake for a few minutes. I still keep my process slow, not wanting to leave this bed.

My tired, foggy brain finally snaps back to reality and gets me moving when I get a text from Adam that reads:

“Dude, turn on Channel 8.”

I don’t want to just use Kate’s stuff without her permission, so I turn to the phone. I go to Channel 8’s social media presence, and my heart sinks when I see one of the headlines.

“MARX BEDS ANOTHER PR HEAD; SEE SCANDALOUS FOOTAGE”

I lightly shake Kate, waking her up quickly. She rubs the sleep from her eyes, ensuring the blankets still cover her body, despite me seeing all of it up close and personal just hours before.

“What’s up?” she asks sleepily.

“Turn on your TV and put it on Channel 8,” I say. “We’re in trouble.”

She sits up perplexed, turning it to Channel 8. They aren’t doing a story on us right at the moment, but I know that one is right around the corner.

“Aiden, what’s going on?” she asks fearfully, wondering what it is we’re waiting for.

I want to answer her, but I can’t find the words. I’m petrified.

Before she can pull up the answers on her phone, we sees it right there on TV.