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The fact that it was going to be a long drive home after a particularly quiet night shift was almost inevitable and was confirmed as his car entered the choking tunnel. The general speed of most vehicles slowed from a respectable sixty to an agonising twenty before transforming into the dreaded stop-start that is the joy of inner city driving on a weekday.

Sleep deprived and unable to wind the windows down for “fresh,” cool air, Aaron turned the music up, hoping the last cup of coffee that morning would get him through the next fifty kilometres.

The first near miss came about twenty kilometres into the trip when his car almost drifted into the barriers. Waking with a start, he promised himself never again to work a night shift on no sleep. It was a futile promise that was made before almost every first night shift: one that would be made again after the next one, no doubt to be broken before the one after that - a vicious cycle.

As after other near misses, he managed to stay alert for a whole minute before wandering off again. It was a familiar pattern: coherent thoughts gradually merge, ideas become jumbled and, suddenly, you realise that you're travelling too fast and have no idea where the last five kilometres went. You brake furiously to avoid rear-ending the car in front which, for some reason, has decided to test your level of alertness.

By the time Aaron approached the exit ramp, he'd lost count of the number of times this drive had come within a hairs’ breadth of ending painfully. Home and a welcoming bed weren’t far off, though. He'd have a good sleep for four hours, then a run in the hills and a quick shower before his wife came home from work. The joys of a shift worker.

The drive had taken longer than usual and it had been a “one-off” overtime night-shift. So, by the time he was driving towards his suburb, he was toying with the idea of going for a run first, then having a shower and trying to make the day useful by working on his book. The next shift was four days away, another perk of the job.

He was surprised to see his wife’s car still in the driveway at 8:40. He parked alongside and thought that maybe Sarah was running late as well. That would mean she would want to work late and he would have more “himself” time that evening. These “my own time” events were becoming quite frequent lately. Who was he kidding? It had always been that way. The marriage had been rigged to fail. It was a wonder they had lasted thirteen years.

If he'd kept a diary of events, after the first six months, he could count on his fingers the number of times they'd slept together. Since she was the only woman he'd bedded, he knew it was his fault. He must be piss-poor in bed.

Suddenly the “run first” idea started to look less attractive. Getting out of the car and stretching he made himself another futile promise to phase into a nine to five role in the next few years. At thirty-eight, and after ten years of shift work, his body was starting to show the ominous signs of slowing down.

The house was quiet when he entered. He called out his wife’s name. No response. Settling into his normal routine, he took his shoes off and placed his bag on the sofa in the common lounge and made his way to their bedroom. Empty.

“Sarah?” He called out for his wife again, a little confused as he walked towards the back bedroom of the house that was the designated post night shift resting quarters because it was usually the darkest and quietest in the morning.

He entered the bedroom and froze at the sight that greeted him. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair looked damp. An instant arousal began to develop deep inside him, which started to manifest itself in its physical form a moment later.

More than twenty years since they’d been together - and that for only a brief few months - and she still managed to turn him on without even trying. He knew it was not the same for her, though. Women, in his mind, were wired differently. She may have been physically attracted to him a long time ago, but the attraction would have died down ages ago. She was a married woman now.

For most men the attraction is purely physical in nature and stays that way for a long time. Women made love to their husbands. Men had sex with their wives. Why the fuck was he thinking about making love and having sex when his wife’s best friend was standing in front of him in their guest bedroom, clad in a bathrobe – maybe only a bathrobe? His wife's best friend that he'd had a "thing" for... Fuck! He needed sleep!

“Oh," she said, staring at Aaron. "I hope Sarah told you that I was staying the night? We stayed up catching up on old times. Now that we’ve moved closer together, I offered to spend the nights with her when you were not here. Jake works crazy hours anyway, leaving at four in the morning and not getting home till ten. And he only ever calls on my cell phone, anyway, so it doesn’t matter where I stay.”

Rachael had gone to school with them – it seemed like a thousand years ago. Her husband Jake was a high-flying lawyer in Melbourne and had recently bought a home in this suburb for Rachael, who wanted a change of scenery to work on her new book. She had developed into a gorgeous woman.

Sarah, Rachael - or Rex as they used to call her - and Aaron used to hang out together. Sarah and Aaron had opted for the cheaper university near home while Rex had moved interstate to take up her studies at Melbourne’s Monash.

Life had taken its course and, after he heard that she'd found someone else and then got engaged after graduation, he too had gradually moved on. Sarah and he were never an item but, because neither of them had anyone else, they stayed close and people assumed that they were together. After some strong encouragement from other friends who had all settled down, he had asked Sarah out. One thing led to another and, before very long, they were married and living together.

It seemed fine for the first six months or so. When it came to sex, they dutifully made love every night. He was no expert, however, and always felt that he was not doing it for her. He used the Internet to do his homework on the subject and tried every trick in the book, but could never seem to give her spark she needed.

They spoke about splitting a few times, but they were working full-time and soon the car mortgages turned into a house mortgage and parting got more and more complicated. They stopped talking about it, buried themselves in their work and learnt to live with it. There was always going to be time to break-up and decide how to split everything – right now, they were both too busy. What Aaron didn't want to admit was his doubts that he would find anyone else. He certainly didn’t want to be alone.

“And anyway," Rex's voice brought him out of his reverie, "we haven’t seen each other in so long, we have so much to talk about, didn’t get to sleep until almost three this morning. I'd walked over here, so I dropped Sarah off to her work in her car this morning. She said that you would be happy to pick her up later.” 

She saw his hungry eyes perusing her figure under the robe and knew instantly to look for the swelling in the crotch of his pants. The poor baby. They hadn’t ever been intimate with each other, but he had always been an open book. She and Sarah used to “accidently” rub against him in high school just to see him squirm as he tried to hide his erection. He was exceptionally clever and good looking but was totally unaware of how girls felt about him.

She'd always known that he was attracted to her and, although both she and Sarah could turn him on easily, she knew that he ached really for her. But the feeling had never been mutual. In fact, she had always suspected that Sarah had harboured feelings for him, but wouldn’t say so. He was too unsophisticated back then for their taste. Too simple and naïve about the world and insecure about his own place in life. Looking at him now, she could see that things had certainly changed for the better.

Jake had been a final year law student at Monash when she started. He chased her briefly, but she had already made up her mind to give in to his tall, dark and handsome looks. He was “sophisticated.” Their marriage had been a happy one for a few years. Then he cheated on her with younger woman. When she confronted him and threatened to leave, he begged her to stay, promised to change his ways and bought her a Jaguar XJ8.

She didn’t stay because of the car, though. Aside from the cheating, he had never even raised his voice with her. They had gone for marriage counselling and it seemed to work.

Until two years later when she caught him with a different woman. This one barely seemed out of high school. Rachael had had enough. Or so she thought. Jake got down on his knees to beg again and offered anything she wanted. If she divorced him now, it would ruin the political career he was gunning for. It was their marriage counsellor who came up with the brilliant plan of living separately for a while. Rachael was working on a new book and thought the change of scenery might help. Jake, in the meantime, promised to get help and stay away from other women. The counsellor assigned him a psychologist that he was to see privately and who would then report the progress to the counsellor.

Jake had purchased Rachael a newly-built house in a new suburb in Sydney and they had reached an agreement that they would give this another try once her new book was finished to see if they could get together again. She’d made no promises, although they didn’t consider themselves to be either separated or “on a break.” She wasn’t going to give him any excuses to cheat again.

Two weeks ago, Sarah and Aaron had seen the house two doors down from them was now occupied and had walked into a pleasant surprise when they'd knocked on her door to welcome their new neighbour. And here they were today. In the same bedroom – together. She was nude under the bathrobe and he had an obvious hard-on.

Lately, despite herself, Rachel was starting to feel a whole paradigm shift in her body. On more than one occasion in the last week, she'd used the toy that she had playfully bought before moving to Sydney.

In the first six months of their marriage, they'd had a healthy sex life. But with Jake’s work pressure and as the novelty wore off, it began to slow down and then it just dwindled to almost nothing without her even noticing. Jake pretended that his responsibilities at work were stressing him out to the point of exhaustion and would barely get into bed before midnight, making sure to clear the house by five in the morning on most days.

Of course, she realised what had been going on when she caught him sleeping around. But, back then, she had been too busy with her own life to notice how he'd started avoiding her. Not that she had missed getting laid, though. Her first book was published when she was thirty and reached number one in the Times Best Sellers list within a few weeks. In the last eight years, she had written and published five more, all of which had made it into the top ten. Although her income from the books was substantial and she didn’t need Jake’s money, he easily earned several times as much and was always ready to splash on her lavishly, imploring her to keep her money for her own use.

Now, with this old flame standing in front of her, a little spark that she had forgotten about was suddenly getting fanned. Aaron had kept in great shape. She had grudgingly told him that he was actually ageing very well when she had first seen him after all those years.

Aaron admired her figure under the robe. She was gorgeous with curves in the right places. It wasn’t just the way she looked, it was her wit that was unmatched. She was a tease and a flirt, but everyone knew where the line was with her, without her having to spell it out. His thoughts took an indecent turn again as he started to imagine how she would be in bed.

He strained to take his gaze off her inviting body. He and Sarah had not slept together in almost six months and the memory of their last pathetic attempt, where he hadn’t even cum and she had obviously faked orgasm to put an end to both their miseries, was still fresh in his mind.

“I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken for someone else.” Unable to resist the temptation, Aaron put on a deep voice and pretended to be confused. “I’m the help your friend hired to do the lawn. Is he not around?”

A little chuckle escaped her throat. There he goes again. The slight stubble from the night shift and unkempt hair actually did give him a rather rough look. In a sexy way.

What was happening to her? This was her best friend’s husband for crying out loud! Rachael felt her nipples hardening, and knowing that he would notice, she looked down at his crotch again, which now showed a full arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to do what they used to call his “hands-free pants-freeing.” At the sight of him squirming, a warm feeling began to develop deep inside and she became aware of her cheeks flushing and felt herself get wet.

Suddenly, she wanted him. Badly! Whether it was the sleep deprivation, the fact that they were alone in the house or the subtle changes in her physical and mental state during the last few weeks, she wanted to scratch him, hurt him, ride him, put him deep inside her, and scream his name over and over as she came again and again.

Within a minute of all these thoughts, Rachael was dripping and she could feel her heart pounding.

She had confided in Sarah last night about Jake and Sarah had admitted that their marriage was pretty much unsalvageable as well. Surely Sarah wouldn’t mind if her best friend took a bite of this delicious apple. It wasn’t really cheating on anyone. Sarah seemed like she didn’t care anymore. Or was her aroused state clouding her reasoning? Could she rationalise what her body was screaming for her to do?

Aaron knew that he wanted her, but thought the hardening nipples were more a result of the draught he'd let into the bedroom when he’d opened the door. She had blushed slightly though. But then it could have been wishful thinking on his part. The look she was giving him had ”flirtatious” written all over it. Maybe he should play more “hard to get.” Fat chance when she was such a knockout.

He knew that he could be in a life or death situation and she could have him eating out of her hands within seconds if she wanted. And she knew it. What she had was every straight man’s weakness. Speaking of weaknesses and eating, he desperately wanted to taste whatever she had to offer. What the hell! She was married, he was married! This was his house! She was his wife’s best friend. At one time she'd been a good friend to him as well. He was sure it was exhaustion that was continually propelling him forward and loosening his tongue. Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless flirting.

“Maybe we should discuss the terms of the payments first.” He moved in close and that’s when she stunned him and pulled him close, putting his hands on her shapely arse. He was acutely aware that she could feel his full arousal on the lower part of her stomach.

As her hands moved up his chest, he braced himself for the friendly shove with a couple of words of admonishment, as she had often done twenty years ago. To his surprise, she laced her fingers in his wavy hair and kissed him deeply and passionately, then hungrily with a raw need that left him wanting more when she eventually released him. They were breathing hard, but there was no doubt that she was in better control. He still held her tightly, not knowing what to do.

“Will that do as a deposit?” Her voice was sultry and seductive.

He started to answer, but paused to swallow the lump in his throat. “Actually, I prefer payment in full – I’ve had a few costumers who've refused to pay…”

The next kiss caught him by surprise, such was the ferocity. It all but confirmed her intentions to him. His grip on her bottom tightened as she gently bit his lower lip.

Rachael felt his full arousal throbbing against her stomach. She longed to put it deep inside her, but she also wanted to prolong this little game. Without unlocking lips with her new lover, she urgently started to undo his belt.

The rough facial stubble made him seem even more desirable, although she preferred men clean-shaven. She was convinced that a subtle yet sure shift was occurring in her attitude towards men and sex in general. Not only did she find this handsome married man desirable, she realised she had been horny all morning. She might have been horny for the last few weeks, but only just realised it. Her free flowing natural lubricants were a testament to that.

Aaron could smell the familiar aroma emanating from her that he often associated with a heightened state of arousal. Over the years he had convinced himself that it was the smell of this “sex” from women that drove men wild. It was a scent he had discovered during his first proper kiss. His first was with Sarah. That scent usually meant that the woman was ready and eager. It was a scent that he hadn’t caught a whiff of too often in the last several years.

He felt his pants slipping down and Rachael's probing hand inside his jocks. As her fingers clasped roughly around his member, he slid a hand down her leg and came back up under her robe. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered that she was naked under the robe. And wet. Very, very wet.

As his fingers gently tested her readiness and slid inside her sacred spot, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her, she pushed down his jocks and started caressing his stiff manhood.

“Do you want to get “properly dressed” for the task?” She was burning with desire, but could see in his eyes that his hunger was equal, if not greater.

Without a word, he ripped off his t-shirt off and stepped out of his jocks and jeans. Her robe fell away, exposing her bare breasts, the nipples as hard as pebbles. Both naked, they eyed each other hungrily for a few moments.

Her body was divine. She wasn’t skinny or too big: curves in the right places, soft curves at that, with breasts that were neither big, nor small. Overall, she was ageing perfectly. He couldn’t help but notice her juices running freely down her creamy thighs. Never in recent memory, had he seen any woman aroused like this.

He was the perfect mixture of lean and cut. While most of his other middle-aged friends had started to let themselves go, he seemed to have kept to a strict fitness schedule, applying discipline to his active life as he did with everything else. Rachael briefly thought about Jake’s soft and flabby body for which poor diet and lack of exercise were to blame. They had a gym at the office and a similarly equipped gym and pool at home, but she was the only one who frequented the gym and pool.

Now seeing Aaron chiselled like an Adonis, she was glad she'd spent all those hours sweating on the treadmill. Her gaze fell on his throbbing penis, all eight inches of it, with the head almost purple from the blood rushing into it.

He suddenly knelt down and licked from her thigh, where her juices trickled, all the way to the source, spreading her legs and placing one on his shoulder. He pushed his tongue deep inside her. The sweet and salty taste combined with the intoxicating scent was driving him crazy.

She felt his tongue work its way up her leg, soft, yet sure, like a feather, and then exploring her nether regions with a vigour that drew a loud involuntary gasp from her. She grabbed his hair and started to move his head up and down her vagina as he worked his tongue in and out, occasionally flicking her engorged clit. Her leg started to give way as her gasps transformed into moans that were growing loader by the moment.

Releasing him, she encouraged her lover to stand, having made up her mind,how far and where she wanted this to go. There was no turning back now. They had floated over the point of no return two kisses ago.

He rose slowly, drinking in the dark look of pure lust in her eyes, and wiped his mouth clean. She tasted like magic and he was drunk on her sex. He knew he wanted her but, more than anything, he wanted her to come again and again, screaming and sobbing, scratching and biting, until she was exhausted. In some deep dark recess in his brain, he knew that this would be a one-off experience, so he was eager to make it last and for the memory to stick in his head forever.

She gently pushed him backwards onto the bed and straddled his head, planting each knee beside the pillow his head was resting on. Jake had gone down on her only once or twice and the result hadn’t been what she'd been expecting. She was determined to get from this man what she'd missed all these years.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. For a few brief moments Aaron wondered if he’d fallen asleep in the car and was dreaming. But the scent of her sex hit him again and he knew that this was really happening. As she grabbed his head, he went to work on her dripping cunt, licking it all along in one long lap, then pushing his tongue in as deep as it would go. She pulled his head further up roughly, forcing him in deeper yet. He in turn grabbed her arse and pulled her into his face.

“Yes, baby, like that. Ugh, right there, fuck!”

Rachael started to tremble, a sure sign that she was getting close. She always started the “dirty talk” when she was close. Most recently she had talked dirty with her vibrator.

Her clit was grinding against his mouth and his tongue was fucking her furiously as she clung to his head and his solid hands held her bottom firmly, rooting her into position. She could feel her skin trembling and knew if she pinched her neglected nipples now, she would explode in his mouth. But she was adamant to draw this out a bit longer. Fuck – not yet!

“Ah, yes. Go on baby, you know what I want.”

She felt the first wave building in her. It was too soon! Fuck. She wanted more. This better not be the big one! She wanted to pull away and slow down, but it had been so long since she'd felt a mouth down on her like that. As her orgasm approached the point of no return, she grabbed her left nipple, pinching hard – her pain threshold heightened with the endorphins coursing through her blood.

That was when she lost all control and exploded in his face, her hips moving furiously trying to maximise the sensation on her clit and extend the climax.

Her felt her butt muscles tighten and clench; her legs clamped almost painfully around his head. He hadn’t missed her impulsive move to pinch her nipple as she came hard in his mouth. Despite her thighs covering his ears, he could hear her loud uncontrollable moans as she pumped her love juices into his mouth again and again, driving him insane with want.

“Fuck!” She couldn’t remember the last time she'd had such an intense first orgasm. But she knew what she had to do. Without missing a beat and before she came down all the way from the first high, she ripped his hands off her arse and slid down his chest and stomach. Wriggling down expertly, she stopped in perfect position, the tip of his massive cock near the entrance of her dripping cunt.

For reasons she had never been able to fathom, she'd always turned potty mouthed after the first orgasm. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she roughly pulled it straight up, enjoying the knowledge that it would have brought him a mixture of pleasure and pain. She wanted him inside her. Now!

As she paused, leaning over him and looking deep into his eyes, Aaron saw something in her that he'd never seen in his wife. It was something that he often “felt” inside himself but was almost afraid and ashamed to admit its existence. What he saw in her eyes was not the look of a goddess of love but that of a hungry she devil, ready to devour its prey.

His insane lust and desire for her seemed to have manifested itself in her eyes. His own arousal reached a new level as he waited with baited breath for her to do the deed. He had fallen in love with this woman when they were both adolescents and he had never been able to love anyone else in that way ever again. The reason for the lack of the spark in his own marriage became clear to him. He had always been looking for Rachael in every woman who tried to get his attention. None had come close. Not even Sarah.

He'd always carried a unique flame for this woman. A flame,which today seemed be turning into a raging fire-storm, that threatened to burn anything in its path. And he wanted nothing more than to perish in the heat of its desire. Her fingernails were digging into the base of his penis, threatening to break the skin and draw blood, and she was perfectly poised for entry, but she still held the position, looking at him, as if daring at him to urge her to make the next move.

The dark look of need in her eyes was enough to warn him, though, to hold his tongue, however badly he needed to feel her around him. His hands were gripping her thighs firmly and he didn’t dare move them either. Their breathing was slowly returning to normal. He could still taste her on his lips and knew that she’d taste herself on him if she kissed him. Right now, though, he knew that kissing him was the last thing on her mind. Not with that look in her eyes.

She waited for her breathing to return to normal, realising that she was too close to coming again. What the fuck was happening to her? She knew that most men loved to see their woman on top, gyrating their hips madly and coming hard while screaming their names. But it wasn’t just that thought of control and knowledge that was turning her on so much. In fact, she had no idea why she was feeling this way, but she knew that she wanted to fuck the living daylight out of her lover.

Suddenly, it hit her. When they made love, she was used to seeing a weak want – one of an obligatory nature in Jake’s eyes. But today, there was something different in this man’s eyes. And it was this that was driving her insane with desire. It was pure lust, want and need in equal portions, respect but, above all, fear.

Fear of what she was not sure - but he seemed afraid and she was feeding on it. Or her sexual desire was.

As he watched, unsure of her next move, she lowered herself onto him without warning, sliding all the way without even having to slowly work it in as she usually had to on the rare occasions she chose this position with Jake. The sudden wet warmth around his blood-filled member brought a sharp gasp into his throat that he barely managed to hide. She wasn’t as successful or probably didn’t care to suppress the loud moan that escaped her throat. When she had taken him inside herself all the way to the hilt, she stilled her trembling body and closed her eyes momentarily, calming herself, telling herself not to rush this.

She planted her hands firmly on his hard chest, digging her nails in, steadying herself and slowly raising her upper body, until she was almost leaning back. His cock strained against the front wall of her vagina allowing maximum sensation to her g-spot. She moved her hands behind her to grip his firm quads and dug her nails into the skin. She owned him and she was going to use him.

As she leaned back he squirmed to keep himself inside her. She was so slippery he feared that he would slip out. He couldn’t remember the last time Sarah had been this wet, if ever. They couldn’t do it without lube. Rex had her eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly – the most erotic sight he could have imagined. Her erect nipples were almost begging for his fingers, but when he gently reached a hand up she reproached him, a bit sharply to his surprise.

“Not yet, babe! Still too sensitive.”

He held her thighs instead – gently. Her nipples must have become over sensitive after the first orgasm. Slowly he felt her tighten her vaginal walls around his shaft, still without moving though. He stopped squirming to stay inside as her internal muscles clamped on his engorged member and Rex took total control of all movement.

Exhaling slowly with her head still tilted back and her eyes closed, she started to move her hips slowly back and forth, rubbing her clitoris on his shaven but rough skin. His penis strained forward with every backward movement of her hips, hitting her sweet spot and sending shivers down her spine. She ensured that her breathing was deep and measured as she slowly increased the pace.

The multiple sensation from her clit being massaged, her g-spot caressed and her vaginal walls being stretched by his cock, was urging her body to push further, making resistance harder, but she was determined to make this last.

Aaron could all but watch helplessly and listen to her breathing get louder, albeit remain deep and measured. He could also hear the wetness inside her and, within moments, his stomach and thighs were flooded with her juices. It wasn’t as fluid as before though, a slightly thicker mixture that also seemed to stick more. He only just managed to hold himself back from touching it.

Nothing was worth disturbing the beautiful event he was witnessing and enjoying. His lover seemed to be in her own world, making love to herself, using his body as a tool. It was turning him on in such a way that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long. He could only hope that she came first.

He started to work on his own breathing techniques to slow himself down. Yet he could not take his eyes off the goddess-turned-she-devil on top of him, fucking herself to oblivion in slow motion. Her slow measured breathing had turned into low moans by now and the movements were becoming slightly jerky. She rolled her head sideways slowly, eyes still closed, but a subtle line of a frown appeared as she mentally fought for control.

She'd felt the first wave building and knew that the key was to control that first pulse. If she could just hold back, she could make this last for so much longer. She needed him to stay very still so she could be in complete control of her movements. It was becoming harder, though, and she tried to displace her thoughts to somewhere that was not here, while her body continued to pleasure itself slowly. So far he was holding up, but she had expected him to. She needed to think about something and sometime that was not him and not now.

The sight on top of him was erotic beyond measure. If this was going to be the last time he made love, he would have no reason to complain. She was a gorgeous woman, but right now she was something else. He had never seen anyone like this, or seen anyone do anything like this. All throughout their love life and their marriage, he and Sarah had made love mainly because either he had aroused her via physical contact or she had felt obliged since it had been too long. But it was always him instigating it.

Today had been different. It was as if Rex was doing what she wanted, how she wanted and when she wanted. Suddenly she stopped moving and froze, tightening her vaginal muscles around his cock and twisting slightly, so that her right hand smacked his abs and rooted itself there, while the left hand dug deeper into his right quad. Her face contorted into an expression of total concentration and it was obvious that she was fighting hard inside.

“Ah. Not yet. Slow.” She allowed another short guttural moan and scratched his abs deep, not moving her hips at all. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. He couldn’t help but admire her self-control.

She had almost lost it, but now that it was under control, Rex knew she could play at leisure. She allowed a small smile to form on her lips. Time to go to town.

He saw a devilish grin on her face and then, without warning, she planted both hands on his abs, pushing down hard and looking deep into his eyes with pure greedy lust. She started moving her hips with a lot more urgency. He could still hear how intensely wet she was and tried his best to stay inside her each time she pushed on his member. To his surprise the movements weren’t jerky at all. They were rhythmic and smooth and increasing in speed and power with each new thrust. Fluent! Her breathing was deep and controlled but her movements could only be described as powerful. There was no doubt as to who was in control. He felt her tighten her grip on his cock.

She was acutely aware of the next wave building and started to concentrate on the multiple sensations and his chiselled face with the handsome features that she had adored all those years ago.

“Yes, baby. Can you feel me building up? Yes… soon, getting closer... ugh.” She shuddered as the wave started to reach a crescendo, sending the first warning pulse through her.

“I am, ah, yes, there, baby, baby, baby... Ah, I'm cumming – ah – fuck!”

The bed was rocking back and forth as Rex started orgasming, turning the pace frantic, taking all control away from him. Her nails drew blood from his abs, but he knew she didn’t notice nor care anymore. Her eyes were shut tight as she screamed in orgasmic bliss.

Wave after wave of pleasure hit her again and again with each hit on her g-spot. She alternated between leaning forward with her hands on his abs, and leaning backwards, hands scratching his thighs, no longer even aware of his presence. All she was concerned with was what was inside her and it was still rock hard, stretching her to the limit, hitting her spot every single time, her clit grinding furiously on his skin.

Her damp, short hair clung to her forehead, the wetness from the shower replaced by sweat that was pouring down her brows and cheeks and dotted her shoulders. The view was driving him mad. Aaron knew he would come any second. It was impossible to hold back now.

As if sensing his need, she leaned all the way forward so that her nipples were rubbing on his chest, looked deep inside his eyes and demanded, “Fuck me now.”

This was no time to negotiate a further prolonged play. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He held her arse tightly with both hands and pumped long and hard strokes, almost withdrawing completely and then ramming all the way home. Then, as his own urgency grew, he couldn’t help but speed up. The strokes became faster, but shorter, until the frequency reached that of a furiously pumping vibrator. This was one of the reasons he worked out so hard: to be able to satisfy his woman in bed. Or any woman as it was turning out, if Sarah wasn’t interested anymore.

“Yes, baby. Oh fuck me baby. I’m going to cum again. There, now! Fuck. Yes, baby, fuck yes.”

He pumped load after load after load of sperm inside her throbbing and squelching vagina, enveloping her mouth in a crushing kiss and moaning softly. Her cunt kept tightening around his dick, squeezing out every drop.

As the warm liquid squirted inside her, Rex went into orgasmic convulsions, entering a sex high that no drug could provide, screaming his name even as he kissed her painfully hard. Her nails drew blood from his shoulders, but neither cared anymore. She was his to mark. Hers to keep and hers to use. Sarah had had her chance!

It seemed ages before either of them stopped moving, but neither remembered when they collapsed in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep, exhausted and spent. The bed sheets were a total mess, damp from cum, but they were too far gone to care.