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  I closed my eyes and arched my neck as he kissed my jawline. “How old?”

  He yanked my panties to one side. “Sixteenth century.”

  “What? We shouldn’t…oh…” He’d driven two fingers into my entrance, his way eased by my arousal.

  “Damn, you feel as good as I knew you would.” He pushed higher, his thumb catching on my clit. “And I want to see you go wild.”

  “So fuck me.” I gripped his face and made him look at me, even though it was hard to think straight with his fingers inside me. “Now. Fuck me now.”

  He groaned, and I knew he liked my dirty talk. Then he removed his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss, even though I’d told him to do it.

  He fumbled with the button on his jeans, then shucked at the material, grunting.

  He was still over me, filling my vision. I didn’t see his cock as he released it but I was aware of the tip nudging my pussy.

  I felt deliciously wanton and feminine. I was giving into temptation and my desires. Being true to my erotic self and taking what I needed. I felt so alive.

  “Oh God,” he groaned, pushing forward.

  I gripped his polo, then suddenly wished it wasn’t there, so dragged at it.

  In a second he’d whipped it over his head, and his hot, hard shoulders were there for me to cling to.

  He cupped my right breast with one hand and slid the other around my neck, holding my face to his.

  “Damn! I should get a condom,” he said against my lips.

  “I’ve…I’ve got contraception covered.”

  “And I’m clean as a whistle, full check over last month.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Jeez, I think I may have just died and gone to Heaven.” He pushed in, parting my delicate internal muscles.

  On and on he went.

  I held my breath, trying to relax for him, but also loving the dense filling sensation. It had been so long since I’d had sex.

  I found his lips and kissed him. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and held me firm, entering me deeper. The sensations reached a point where I couldn’t concentrate on anything else, and when he ground his body over my clit, I cried out and bucked my hips for more.

  “Fuck yeah,” he gasped. “That’s it, isn’t it? Just there.”

  “Yes!” I shifted my legs, locking my ankles in the small of his back. “Just there.”

  He began to thrust, shoving me up then down the polished table. It creaked, and the legs scraped on the hard floor.

  We both ignored it.

  “More,” I said, the pressure building in my clit. “Give me more.”

  “You got it.” He upped the tempo, even though his pace was already frantic. He was breathing hard, grunting each time he hit full depth.

  I closed my eyes and surrendered to the climax hurtling toward me. “Don’t stop.”

  “Not…stopping.”

  I curled my toes, dug my fingers into his shoulders, and held my breath. The sweeter than sweet moment before release held me hostage, then as he pounded in harder than before, I cried out and came. Powerful orgasmic spasms took control of my pussy and pleasure spiraled outward, through my limbs, and over my nerves.

  “Jeez,” he gasped. “I’m coming.”

  I didn’t answer. I slid my hands to his ass and gripped his taut buttocks as he shunted in and out of me.

  Then he froze. A long, low groan growled from his chest and throat, and he buried his face against my neck.

  I pressed my lips to his soft hair and clenched my internal muscles around his cock. His groan extended, and he pushed in higher, as if he couldn’t get deep enough.

  “Nathan,” I said, panting for breath. “That was…” I slid my hands up his bare back, enjoying the thin film of sex sweat there. “Incredible.”

  “Tell me about it.” He lifted his head and stared down at me. “I can’t remember when…fuck…you and I fit so well, you really are a wild thing.”

  I grinned and pushed his hair back from his face. “You made me that way.”

  “If it’s true, it’s a fact I’m particularly proud of.” He kissed me, his chest pushing over mine.

  After a few moments, my legs began to ache being wrapped around him. I wriggled and loosened my grip.

  “Sorry, I’m crushing you.”

  “I’m okay. But maybe we should get off this old table before we really do break it.”

  “Yeah.” He straightened but stayed buried deep. He looked down at where he filled me. “But I’m gonna want to do that again soon, okay?”

  “I won’t complain, but perhaps in bed.”

  “I have a few of them.” He slipped from my pussy and dragged at his pants.

  He still appeared very erect, his glistening shaft rising up from a dark tangle of pubic hair.

  “Here.” He reached for my hand. “Be careful.”

  I slipped to my feet, aware of my panties, which had been hauled to one side, riding back into place.

  “You hungry?” he asked.

  “No. I ate earlier.”

  “Good. I’ll show you the kitchen at breakfast then.”

  I giggled and pulled my dress back into position.

  “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he said. “That wickedly small green dress will be off within the next minute.”

  “Is that what you think?”

  “It’s what I know.” He led me to the stairs.

  “I’m glad we didn’t break that table.” I glanced over my shoulder at it. It was no longer exactly in the center of the hallway.

  “Me, too, it cost a fortune. But being so old, we’re probably not the first to have done that on it.”

  “True.”

  At the top of the stairs, he steered me to the right and through a door to an enormous bedroom. It was in darkness, but he quickly flicked on a bedside lamp. The walls were gray, the carpet a silvery color, and the curtains were thick black crushed velvet to match the headboard on the bed. The sheets were also black—shiny, too—silk, most likely. “Very nice.”

  “Mmm, the bed will look better with you in it.”

  “Is that your idea of romance?”

  “I’m afraid that’s as good as it gets.” He stepped behind me and set a kiss on my neck. “Now how do I remove this?”

  The question didn’t require an answer because he was already sliding the zipper downward. It slackened around my breasts and ribs, then slipped from my hips and pooled on the floor at my feet.

  “Much better,” he said, unclipping my bra. “What do you think?”

  “I couldn’t agree more. But…” I reached for his jeans; he’d only bothered to refasten the bottom button. “These need to go to.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He shoved at them, then stooped and removed his shoes and socks along with his pants.

  I admired the view—the muscles in his back rippling as he moved, his biceps bulging, and the tendons in his shoulders dancing beneath the surface of his flesh.

  When he straightened, his cock arrowed upward, the end glossy and wide.

  “Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you the en suite. I think you’ll like it.”

  “Okay.” I stepped away from the dress and out of my heels.

  Again I allowed him to lead me by the hand, my naked breasts shifting slightly as I walked.

  The en suite was stunning and made entirely of what appeared to be marble. A triple sink sat below a smoky mirror, small lights were set in the ceiling, and a massive mural of the ocean adorned one wall.

  I removed my panties, then turned at the sound of water.

  He’d flicked on the shower.

  “I’m feeling particularly dirty,” he said, putting his hand under the stream. “Reckon I need cleaning up.”

  “I think it’ll take more than soap and water to clean the places your mind is going.”

  He laughed and reached for me. “You know me so well already.”

  As he pulled me against his body, I had a sudde