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 Adam's hands are under my thighs, lifting gently, and his cock is slipping
easily into me, and out of me, his thighs warm and hard against the insides
of my own.  My hands grip his shoulders, and small drops of sweat trickle
down my spine, moving mostly when I drop my hips onto his, burying him in
me.  And he helps lift me again, the rhythmic thump of my hips meeting his
and our breathing the only sounds in the room.

   Straddling him like this, slowly, solidly fucking my beautiful man,
you'd think I'd have thoughts only for him, but I don't.  My mind is on
Erin, seeing her nude body stretched out on my bed, feeling her fingers in
me, mine surrounded by her, her tongue thrusting into me, her hands on my
breasts...

   And I wish she was here, doing those things now, with Adam, both of
them, all of them, making me crazy.  Her lips would close on my nipples,
maybe, her fingers slipping into me, and that thought makes me clench my
ass, clench my pussy hard around Adam's cock, and he moans.  So nice.

   I think I could do this a long time, but he arches slowly, pressing
deeper into me, and I can tell he's going to come.  So I slow, lay down
atop him, and melt into his kiss, his legs coming up between mine to
squeeze my torso between his thighs and arms.  I sigh gently into his mouth
when I feel his cock pulsing in me, his whole back tense, until he relaxes.

   I smile and push myself back up, squirming against his pelvis, moving
gently against the warm, slippery wetness between us.

   "Mmmmmore..." I groan at him, and he giggles, which feels great inside,
his cock throbbing when his stomach tightens.

   "I don't think I can..." he sighs gently, arching his back, stretching
his arms up, folding them behind his head.  "You're too much for me today."

   "Hmm..." I sit back, pressing down, keeping him pushed back against me,
pressuring the base of his softening cock.  "That's too bad..." I giggle.

   He reaches for me, stroking my belly with his fingertips, and I lean
back, planting my hands on his legs, rocking my hips back and forth.

   "Why's that?" he asks me, smiling.  I don't say anything, I just close
my eyes and let him pet my stomach, loins, finger my pubic hair, press his
thumb against my clit, and that makes me gasp.

   "Do that..." I whisper, and he does, rubbing my clit gently against the
base of his cock, a soft moan of mine making him press a little harder,
which makes me moan a little louder.  I rock slowly on him, feeling him in
me, not soft, but not hard.  In my head, Erin is here, reaching with her
tongue to lick my clit, closing her lips on it, Adam's lips kissing her
pussy, and oh...  my my.  He's growing harder again, and I murmur without
looking at him.

   "I thought you were done..."

   "So did I," he chuckles, "guess I was wrong."

   We stay like that for a bit, until I can feel him fully erect inside me,
and I'm shaking a bit from holding myself this way.  I start to lean
forward, but he stops me, and sits up slowly, keeping his thumb against my
clit, reaching with his mouth to nibble at my tit, and I gasp loudly, a
sharp "Oh!" bursting from me when his mouth closes over my nipple.

   He continues the motion, leaning me back slowly, slowly, until I'm lying
between his legs, my back arched sharply, his cock rigid and stiff against
the front wall of my pussy, his hands sliding firmly up my torso, gripping
both breasts firmly.

   "Baby..." I groan at him, still grinding my hips slowly against his,
raking my nails along his thighs, really wishing Erin was here, licking my
clit, me licking hers, shoving my tongue into her slit, and Adam pinches
both nipples hard between his fingertips, pulling up, and a lightning bolt
connects my neck and my right knee, my whole body spasms, the sudden orgasm
yanking a shriek from deep in my chest before I quite realized I've come.

   Before I can think about moving again, Adam is shifting, slipping his
legs away from me, turning his hips, his cock not quite pulling all the way
out of me, and he drops one leg off the edge of the bed, placing his foot
on the floor.

   I grin, wondering what he's up to, and then both his hands grab my
knees, push them together, and up, away from his other leg, which he tucks
tightly around the back of my ass.  And then he pushes, and my breath
catches hard in my throat, his cock pressing painfully deep, but not like
it actually hurts.

   "Right there, right there," I pant, my hands questing in the air for
nothing, clenching and unclenching, the soft waves of my orgasm still
sweeping up my chest, Adam's cock pumping firmly, deeply, making me yelp
with each push, that soft, wonderful pain stabbing through my belly, and I
reach behind my back, over his leg, pulling hard on the back of my thigh to
open myself to his next shove.

   I howl when he does it, feeling something inside me grab tightly, and he
stops immediately, relaxing his hips against mine. "Does that hurt?" he
asks, clearly concerned, his voice soft, and I answer him in a growl.

   "Yes, no, don't fucking stop," and he does it again, and I can feel it
in me, from the side, but from the back, deeper than he's ever been, deeper
than I've ever had it, jabbing at the core of me, painful and wonderful all
at the same time, "Don't stop don't stop..." I can barely say, more grunts
than words.

   I reach up and pull my leg away from him, yanking against the back of my
knee to fold my thigh against my side, and Adam pushes down and away on my
other leg, trapping it against his, his thigh muscle rock hard as he pushes
off the floor, into me, killing me, tearing me, fucking me, fucking me,
fucking me.

   "Harder," I gasp, barely a whisper, "harder..." and he shifts, my hands
clawing at the edge of the mattress, not caring if I fall off or not, his
hand clutching my knee, my tit, holding me on the bed, and his hips slam
once, twice, three times into me and I scream.

   He slows then, each of his thrusts softer, pressing hard against me, his
cock twitching violently inside, his breath shaking, a dark, hot bubble
bursting deep in my loins, my breath ragged in my throat, and the waves and
waves and waves of it won't stop, coming and coming and hearing myself
howling, shuddering against him each time he pounds his hips against me,
ramming his cock into me, until he slows, and stops, and withdraws, curling
behind me.

   His breath is heaving, matching mine, and he clutches me to him, the
absence of his cock inside me feeling like a gaping hole in my existence.
He murmurs something in my ear, but I don't understand the words.  I can
hear myself, though, barely speaking, my lips forming the word, over and
over.

   "More...more...more..."