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She settled her hands there, digging her fingers into the hard flesh. That seemed to excite him even more, and her breath caught in her lungs as he pushed deeper, pulled back, then plunged again.

The drive to fulfillment soon became too much to withstand. With each hard penetration, the pressure built until she could think of nothing but release. She followed his lead, matching him thrust for thrust, over and over until the sheer joy of the experience was more than she could endure.

She begged him to increase the rhythm, gasping and writhing on the mattress, half mad with desire as the fire within her began to spiral out of control.

Then finally, blissfully, it broke, and Meredith’s inner muscles convulsed around him.

This ecstatic release was so unexpected, so intense, so emotional that tears pooled at the corners of Meredith’s eyes and slid silently down the side of her face, wetting her temples.

Her eyelids flickered closed as her mind and body drifted, lost in a sea of rapture.

Only when Trevor again moved his hips did Meredith realized he was still inside her, thick, hot, and pulsing.

She surfaced abruptly from her cloud of sated sexuality and glanced up at his handsome face.

Their eyes met and the taut line of his mouth gave way to a wicked, sensual grin.

Moved by the depths of emotions still swirling inside her, Meredith arched herself blindly against him.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He shifted on top of her, pinning her hips to the mattress as he thrust deeply.

Her legs tightened around his waist as he drove feverishly harder, and then the tension suddenly snapped and his body began to shudder.

His head fell forward against her neck. The warm harsh breath of his labored breathing tickled her ear and she smiled. It had been glorious.

Meredith lay limp beneath Trevor’s solid weight, trying to absorb the completeness of the moment, trying to understand the array of emotions that invaded her.

It was such a beautiful experience. She felt as if she glowed from the inside out.

Perhaps they had created a child together this night.

That might explain why she suddenly felt bound to Trevor deep within her soul as well as her body.

With a moan, he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She snuggled close, folded her arms across his chest; and rested her chin in them. They stared at each other for a long moment, both seemingly at a loss to explain or interpret the meaning of this frantic, savage coupling.

He reached up and stroked her hair, brushing it away from her forehead.

Meredith closed her eyes and tilted her head upon his chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat gave her an odd satisfaction and such a strong sense of being safe and protected that, miraculously, she was able to drift off to sleep.

Trevor cradled Meredith loosely in his arms and tried to recall if he had ever held a slumbering woman. He did not think he had. He listened to her slow, even breathing and decided he was enjoying the experience. She was warm and comforting to hold, all softness and feminine delight.

Meredith stirred unexpectedly and adjusted her position. Trevor’s penis, resting inside her body, reacted urgently to this movement by rising with interest. He smiled. Normally an orgasm left him repleted and fulfilled, often sleepy. But not this time.

He felt oddly rejuvenated by their lovemaking.

Consequently, he found he could not stop touching her, stroking her, even while she slept.

The strange need to share more of this carnal pleasure with her remained and then grew stronger.

With a start of surprise, Trevor admitted he wanted her again, writhing and squirming, crying out in ecstasy. For him.

He bent his head and lightly kissed her shoulder, then the nape of her neck and the column of her throat. With each kiss he bucked his hips forward. She mumbled, shifted, but did not awaken.

He was not discouraged. On the sixth thrust Meredith lifted her upper torso off his chest and stared at him in disbelief, her flushed face startled and confused. And heartbreakingly lovely.

Reaching up, Trevor threaded his hands through the sides of her hair. “Are you too sore?”

“For what?”

He placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady and bucked suggestively. “This.”

“Oh, my. Me, on top?”

“Are you game?”

“Is it very naughty?”

“Positively nasty. And meant only for women with superior sexual skills.”

“Then teach me.”

His hands swept up to her breasts, grazing lightly over the nipples that peaked so sweetly for him. She sighed and leaned into him, encouraging the contact. Then he grasped her hips again and shifted her legs until she was pressed against him as close as the position allowed.

She clutched at his shoulders and stared into his eyes.

Her face was a mask of concentration as she tried to find the rhythm that would suit them best. He encouraged her with his lips and hands, helping her gauge the tempo, teaching her how adjust the pressure of her hips so he could gain the deepest entry and bring them the greatest amount of pleasure.

This time when she started to come she whispered his name. The sound floated through the air and pierced his heart. It seemed to free something that was deep inside him, tight and twisted and hidden from view. The coldness inside him began to melt at the same time the seed burst from his body.

He reached up and caught Meredith’s hand, spreading her fingers as he threaded his own through hers.

As he filled her with his essence he pushed himself that final inch closer, spewing himself at the very entrance to her womb.

She collapsed against him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

He could hear her breath, coming now in little pants.

Trevor could barely breathe himself, but it was not the physical effects of the moment that had him tied in knots. His head was swimming with a confusing, jumbled mass of revelations and emotions that scared him half to death.

Meredith sighed blissfully. Unable to resist, Trevor lovingly traced her cheek and jaw, then turned her head so he could touch her lips.

Good Lord, how was he ever going to survive this?