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A week later Rob was throwing Allison down onto the bed in his room with a growly sound that made her squeal.

“When I said to make your move,” she said in an intentionally taunting voice, “I didn’t mean to do it like a caveman.”

She’d been called in to work the evening shift today because one of the weekend waitresses had called in sick. She was glad for the extra money, but she didn’t like work to cut into her weekend time with Rob, so she’d stopped by his place after she finished up at around nine thirty.

Rob had been watching baseball on TV, and it was apparently a close game. He hadn’t been particularly attentive when she’d arrived, so she’d sat in a leather chair, not saying a word until, during a commercial break, he finally realized something was wrong.

He’d made a fairly good attempt to apologize—considering he was still half watching the game. Fortunately there were only a few minutes left, so she had his full attention after that.

He did his best to woo her out of her righteous indignation, and soon she was just holding out on principle. Finally she’d told him that if he wanted something, he should make his move, and that was how she’d ended up scooped up, carried into his bedroom, and then flung down on his bed.

Truth be told, her heart was racing with exhilaration as he moved over her, propping himself above her on straightened arms.

“Then what did you mean by ‘make your move’?” There was a fire in his eyes that excited her even more. She didn’t see this side of him very often, and she liked it.

“I meant, make your move like a… a gentleman.”

He choked on a laugh but managed to sustain his dominant tone and expression. “Too bad. No gentleman here.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“What do you want me to do?”

Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and she knew her cheeks were flushed. She was stretched out beneath him, and her hair was in her face. “Maybe you’re going to have to figure that out for yourself.”

He kissed her hard then—nothing sweet or gentle about it. And afterward he reared up and pulled open her blouse, yanking off a couple of buttons in the process.

She gasped loudly, clenching with arousal at the fierce move and the way he was staring down at her body. He pulled one of her breasts out of her bra and gave her nipple a quick lick. When she arched up toward him, he gave it a few sucks that made her moan.

He pulled out the other breast and gave it the same treatment until she couldn’t stay still. For some reason, even the simple stimulation was making her crazy.

“Now what do you want?” he murmured, eyeing her hotly, possessively.

“You tell me.”

He unbuttoned her pants and then yanked them down with her panties. He finally unclasped her bra so she was completely naked beneath him, while he had on all his clothes. “I think you want this,” he said, moving lower on her body so his mouth was hovering over her arousal.

She gasped and pushed her hips up toward him. “Yes, please,” she hissed, not even caring if she sounded completely shameless.

He leaned down to tease her intimately with his tongue and then stroke her internally with two fingers. She was riding his hand, quickly approaching orgasm, when he smiled and withdrew his hand.

“Damn it,” she muttered, whimpering at the loss of stimulation. “I was close.”

“I know you were,” he said, giving her that same look of primitive power. He was aroused now too. She could see it in his face. She didn’t have to look at his crotch. “But maybe I want you to come in a different way.”

For some reason, his words made her clench again in pleasure. She writhed on the bed, desperately turned on and desperately wanting him to touch her. “All right,” she said hoarsely. “Then move me the way you want me. Take me the way you want to.”

She saw the fire blaze in his eyes, but he paused for a minute, checking her expression. “You sure?” he asked softly.

The brief question nearly sent her heart in overdrive as much as her body. “Oh yeah.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He turned her body over and lifted her butt, sliding her thighs apart.

She gasped when she heard him unzip and then felt the tip of his erection at her entrance. “Now, Rob, please.”

He thrust into her, making her moan and then moan again when he pulled out slightly and pushed in even more.

She and Rob had tried a lot of positions, but he’d never taken her from behind before.

She’d never said she didn’t want to, but she’d also never suggested it.

It had been Arthur’s favorite position, and so it would never be her first choice.

But this was different than with Arthur.

Even the position. He hadn’t put her on her hands and knees.

Rob had just raised her bottom. The penetration felt tight and she could feel Rob pressed behind her, and she wanted him so much she would come from anything.

“Do you like that?” he asked breathlessly, rolling his hips in a way that made her breath hitch.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Take me the way you want.”

Rob started to thrust then, fast and hard and powerful. She clutched at the sheets and tried to push back against him but couldn’t get much leverage. She felt almost helpless, but it wasn’t scary. He was making her feel so good.

Soon she started whimpering and then crying out when the sensations intensified quickly. She pressed her cheek against the mattress and heard herself babbling out all kinds of things—about how good he was, how hard she wanted him to take her, how much she wanted him to make her come.

Then she was coming, her body clamping down all around his penetration, and she was biting back a scream as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Now she could hear him muttering, “There you go, baby. You’re so good. Let go. Come just like that for me.” And his words were just making it all even hotter.

She didn’t know if the orgasm just lasted longer than an orgasm should, or if she kept having more, but as he continued to thrust, the pleasure kept sweeping over her, and she was making choked sounds as she tried to process it all.

She looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of them in the mirror over the dresser, her positioned with her naked ass in the air, Rob taking her so hard that the bed was shaking.

And the visual just made her come even harder.

She was nearly sobbing into the covers now, her hair sticking messily to her face and her skin covered in perspiration.

Just when she was afraid she couldn’t handle any more, Rob froze without warning, letting out a muffled shout. He ground his hips against her bottom as he made his last jerky pushes.

She turned her head so she could see him come, and then both of them were collapsing to the bed.

Rob landed beside her, rolling over onto his back and gasping loudly.

Allison was gasping just as loudly, but she didn’t even have the energy to turn over.

She was sore and exhausted and hot and cold, all at the same time.

And she was washed with a kind of sated relaxation she’d never experienced before, as if her body had taken all the pleasure it needed and couldn’t imagine wanting any more.

“Oh God,” she moaned, with great effort turning her face in Rob’s direction.

“‘Oh God’ is right.” He scooted a little closer to her and reached out to stroke her hair.

“That was… that was…”

“Beyond words.”

“Right.”

“I can’t believe we…”

“Did that.”

She choked on amusement and finally managed to turn onto her side, reaching out to take Rob’s hand. “I’ve never had sex like that before.”

“Me either.”

“I didn’t even think it was possible to… I mean, I figured it was just in porn or exaggerated sexy books where people could… could…”

“Could what?” Rob’s face was streaming with sweat, but his eyes were focused on her face.

“Could come like that.”

“It probably just takes an exceptionally talented man.”

She snorted. “Hey, I was part of it too.”

He picked his hand up again and cupped her cheek. “I know you were. You were amazing.”

“So were you.”

They smiled at each other. Apparently, they’d finished giving each other compliments because they lay in pleased silence for a long time, until finally Allison started to get cold.

She didn’t want to put on her torn blouse, so she grabbed a T-shirt from the laundry basket in the middle of the floor that was always filled with clean clothes.

All of Rob’s dirty clothes were on the floor of his closet, if they made it that far.

She found her panties at the bottom of the bed and slid them on, and then she curled up next to Rob, pleased when he wrapped an arm around her.

When they’d first starting sleeping together, she’d always been nervous after sex because Rob seemed so vulnerable. She’d been afraid he’d start sharing feelings or something, but he never had.

Now she wished he would.

She wasn’t expecting for him to say he loved her. She just wanted to know more about the deepest parts of him, the parts he still kept hidden. It felt like he was holding back on purpose, and she didn’t want him to.

Not anymore.

Things were different than they’d been when she first met him.

It was still fairly early in their relationship, though, so she shouldn’t reproach him for anything. He’d put up with a lot of frustration from her, waiting for her to finally be okay with taking their relationship public, so she had nothing to complain about.

She wanted to say something now, get him to open up a little, but decided it wasn’t the right time. She’d lie here and enjoy being with him.

She let all the remaining tension drain out of her body and told herself that everything was good.

Rob had had good sex before. He’d always liked sex, and he’d never been afraid to try new things. But sex with Allison was better than any he’d ever had, and what they’d just done had completely blown him away.