HE WAS BEHIND her, unzipping her dress slowly, sliding his hands inside, running them along her ribs. The dress fell to the floor with a plop. His hand over her throat, her shoulders, her boobs. His other hand gripped her hair forcefully, a gasp escaping Mischa's mouth at his sense of entitlement, his ownership of her.355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkxrvQWzivZ
He pulled her head back, his tongue grazing her neck, his breath hot in her ear, his free hand brushing her stomach, then sliding inside her panties.
A noise from her throat, something guttural and alien, as his fingers explored her, then slowly, expertly glided inside of her. She was weightless. She belonged to him.
"Show me," he commanded in a whisper.
Mischa's hand joined his now, directing him. A kernel of sensation, unfamiliar and primal, began to build and he felt it in the urgency of her hand on top of his, in the quickening of her breath, in the vibration of her pulse, and then an exhilarating rush and she cried out in a voice that she didn't recognize, someone else's voice, and her entire body spasmed and collapsed against him.
And then there was nothing else. They were animals gripping, pawing and pulling. Then he was on top of her, his muscular arms spread on either side of her, palms flat on the carpet. He slid inside Mischa easily and she called out----what did she call out? Was it Right now you have me, you own me. Still, they found a rhythm, writhing and moaning, and his jaw was clenched and she pulled his hair and This isn't who I am but maybe it's what I am becoming and she wrapped her legs around him and her heels dug into his back and she felt it again but this time she recognized it and she let it wash over her and I want him inside of me forever and I want this, I want whatever this is, I've never known this but I don't ever want to lose it, whatever this---whatever this----what----wha-----
She cried out and then his back arched and he thrust one final time and let out a wail, his eyes shut, his body shuddering.
They were motionless, panting, for a time. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto her neck. Mischa's hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks. He eased himself out of her and she sat up. He pulled her to her feet and they stared at one another, each of us spent but still curious. He'd found a bottle of Perrier from the fridge and took a drink, then gave her som. She took his arm hand and led him into the next room, a bedroom. She knew he needed time to recharge his batteries, but she thought she might be able to help him. So she did, pushing him against the wall, dropping to her knees. She helped him. Slowly at first, playfully, then more urgently and then his fingers were lacing through her hair and he started responding, and she smiled and she helped him some more and then he was standing at attention. He was ready.355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKYasEobYwO
Or at least Mischa thought he was. She climbed him, attacked him, kissed his mouth hard and gripped the thick hair on his chest. He slapped a hand on each of her buttocks and lifted her into the air, her legs wrapped around her waist. They were greedy and selfish and grunting and moaning and she begged him to go faster and she laughed, for some reason she laughed, incomprehensible laughter, and she felt tears in her eyes. What had taken her so long to find this? Where had this---this, whatever it was---been hiding inside of her?355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ktSbydKn7
I am lost, I am lost in this, it is happening and I know absolutely nothing, I know absolutely nothing but this, it is all I am, it is all I want.355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuU1JXkwPZd
She was free and open and vulnerable and angry and relentless and then she was dreaming, and in her dreams she didn't recognize herself and she didn't recognize her lover and she knew something had happened, just like that....355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUB1j3mu0ZE
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And then everything was different.355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvgMeDM9gbX
Everything would be different, from now on.355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLfqx8IfVmn
When she opened her eyes, the sun was one her face.355Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUG0Flw1K05
