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Ander slowed
his thrusts, pushing deliciously against her contractions until her body had
ridden out the pleasure. Then he asked, “You ready for me to come too?”

“Yeah,” she
gasped, flushed and sated by her hard climax. “Yeah.”

Her channel
felt incredibly tight as he pumped into her with a fast, choppy rhythm. She
squeezed around his cock as best she could and dug her fingers into his
shoulders.

It didn’t take
him nearly as long to come this time, and she watched as the tension cracked on
his face and a blaze of pleasure flared up in his eyes. He let out a choked
sound and then a thick exhale as his body finally let go.

There was
something deliciously hot and soft about his body after he came. Lori felt it
under her hands and between her legs. She only had a few seconds to enjoy it,
however, because he pulled off and out of her almost immediately.

When he got up
to dispose of the condom, she pulled down her now wrinkled chemise. She felt
kind of weird. Warm, relaxed and pleased with herself but at the same time
wanting even more. She was a little sore, but not as much as last time. In an
hour or so, she might be up for another round.

It was just
after nine o’clock. They still had a lot of time before midnight.

When Ander
returned, he pulled on his silk boxers and stretched out beside her, obviously
realizing she wasn’t through with him yet.

He turned his head
and smiled at her. It wasn’t a broad or uninhibited smile, but it was much
better than the one he’d used earlier. “How was it?”

“Good,” she
admitted. “Really good. The best one yet. And I didn’t need all the detailed
instructions, so that has to be progress.”

“How do you
feel?”

“Not bad. Just
a little sore. But I think maybe later, we could...” She trailed off, annoyed
with herself for feeling a little surge of self-consciousness at her obvious
eagerness to have sex with him again.

“We have plenty
of time.”

They lay in
silence for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts. After a while, Lori
turned her head to look at Ander beside her.

Tonight, she
couldn’t tell if he was posing or not. He lay on his back with his hands twined
behind his head. His body was relaxed, but his position highlighted the muscles
development in his arms and abs.

She let her
eyes linger on his fine chest, his tight belly, and then his long legs and bare
feet. When her eyes returned to his bald head, she felt a familiar question
prod her unmercifully.

As if he’d
somehow been able to tell the difference between her leisurely leer and her
intense curiosity, he glanced over at her. “What is it?”

“I’m sure you
get asked this all the time, but I’m dying to know.”

His mouth quirked
up slightly. “The no hair thing?”

She nodded
sheepishly. “I can’t even tell if you shave it. I’ve never felt any bristles.”

“I don’t shave
it. I started going bald when I was seventeen. I was completely bald by the
time I was twenty-three. It’s a hereditary thing. Ran in my mother’s family.”

Lori was
uncharacteristically silent, watching his face, trying to figure out if it was
a sensitive subject for him.

Finally, she
asked, “Weren’t there any treatments or whatever you could have tried?” He
looked calm and natural, and so she hoped she wasn’t being unforgivably rude.

Not that it
necessarily would have stopped her.

“Yes. There
were. Medical treatments or cosmetic remedies. I was…encouraged to try them.”
The brief falter in his reply surprised her, as she’d never heard him stumble
over his words before.

“You didn’t
want to try them?”

He hesitated
and met her eyes. And something in her expression must have encouraged him to
continue, “No. My father wanted me to do something about it, and I wasn’t
inclined to do what he said.”

“A teenage
rebellion thing?”

Ander gave a
half-shrug. “Maybe. There’s a long history, and it’s not a pretty one. Maybe it
was just a way to rebel, but my mother died when I was very young and the hair
loss came from her family, so it seemed important that I…”

When he didn’t
finish, Lori said softly, “That you affirm her memory that way?”

“Yeah. My
father wasn’t always kind to her.” He cut a quick glance over to her, as if he
didn’t intend to say as much as he had.

She didn’t
speak for a minute, not wanting to come off as too nosy and have him close up.
Then, “Was he mad about it? About your not treating the hair loss like he
wanted?”

 “Yes,” Ander
admitted softly, his eyes shifting to stare up at the ceiling. “He was mad. That
was the turning point.”

There was
something here. Something Lori desperately wanted to know. A story. A history.
The shadows of Ander’s background. She was dying to ask him, to give him a
whole inquisition—despite the guarded look in his eyes and the slight tension on
his face.

But she had
grown up a lot since she was a child and blurted out any question on her mind.
Now, occasionally, she could manage to keep her mouth shut.

So she didn’t
push him, realizing it might bother him or hurt his feelings. Instead, she just
said, “I’m sure you know you’re absolutely gorgeous and the baldness just makes
you look more fascinating, so I think you made the right decision.”

Ander’s
expression relaxed and he turned back to her with a slight twitch of his lips.
“I appreciate your affirmation, but where were you when I was seventeen years
old and all the kids thought I was a freak?”

She laughed
softly at his dry question and responded in kind. “I was probably still playing
jump-rope, don’t you think? I’m twenty-six.”

His smiled
widened briefly. “Yeah. That’s about right. I probably wouldn’t have thought
much of the admiration of a ten-year-old. Besides, when you were teenager, you
were probably crazy about some big, strapping jock with a full head of hair.”

To Lori’s
absolutely annoyance, she blushed.

Chuckling, Ander
said, “Thought so.”

She made a face
at him, but she answered willingly enough. “I was in love with my best
friend—who was definitely jock material. He, of course, never thought about me
that way. But I was in love with him all through high school and college.”

“That’s a long
time to be in love with someone who doesn’t love you back.”

“Yeah,” she
said with a sigh. “Sometimes you hold onto something—just because.”

Ander met her
eyes. “In my experience, it’s rarely just because.”

Lori was silent
for a long time, thinking about that. Thinking about her hopeless yearning
after her friend. So many years of her life.

No wonder she
was a failure at love.

Eventually, she
let the questions and insecurities dissolve into her memories and she turned
back to look at Ander. His eyes were closed, and she didn’t know if he was
dozing or if he was just giving her some privacy for her thoughts.

Gazing at his
smooth bald head—which she now found infinitely attractive—she thought about
how he must have felt at seventeen.

 “You must have
been so lonely,” she blurted out.

Ander’s eyes
flew open and he turned toward her with a little jerk of surprise. “Excuse me?”

“As a teenager,”
she explained, feeling silly at her lack of segue. “I was just thinking you
must have been so lonely. Kids can be cruel about things like that.”

He gave a
half-shrug. “I’ve grown accustomed to not having any hair.”

“Of course. In
fact, I’m sure it’s been an advantage in your profession, since it makes you
look so cool and interesting. But I meant as a teenager. Even though you had
your reasons for not doing anything about it, it still must have been…hard.”

Ander swallowed
and gave another half-shrug.

Obviously, this
wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. So Lori changed the subject by
saying, “Can I feel it?”

He blinked at
her.

“Your head.”
She waved in the direction of his scalp, suddenly wishing she hadn't asked.
“It’s fine if you don’t want me to—”

“Of course, you
can,” Ander said. He adjusted so that his head was within arms' length of her.

She gently,
almost delicately, stroked his smooth head with her fingertips. It really did
feel delicious—the skin stretched tight over the rippling curves and ridges of
his skull.

She let out a
breath as she caressed him and ridiculously felt her own body respond.

She really
wasn’t very sore anymore.

When she
brushed against a spot on the side of his skull, she heard Ander’s breath hitch
very slightly. Whether or not it was in response to her touch, the sound made
her inner muscles clench in excitement

Without her
volition, her hands trailed down his head and neck to gently caress his chest. Ander
lay still and perfectly silent as she rubbed the smooth planes there. Then her
hands lowered and lingered on the rippling muscles of his flat abdomen.

She felt the
sensations under her fingertips deepened in her growing arousal.

After several
minutes, during which her breathing accelerated audibly, Ander murmured,
“Again?”

She nodded.
She’d been noticing some progress in his boxers, but she didn’t know if it was
from her touch and because of the mental thing he did to prepare himself. “Is
it all right if we try another position this time?”

“Of course.
It’s always your choice.”

Feeling very
brave, she swung her leg over his hips and straddled his prone body. “Like
this?”

“Of course.”

Ander raised
his hands and stroked her upper body over her satin chemise, his skillful touch
triggering nerve endings and pleasure receptors and causing Lori to drop her
head back for a moment. Then he eased her upper body down so he could take one
of her breasts in his mouth, stroking her hard nipple with his tongue through
the thin lace and slippery fabric.

He suckled and
kissed her breast for a few minutes while his hands slipped under the chemise
to caress and fondle her back, thighs, and bottom.

She’d thought
being on top was supposed to make one feel more in control, but she felt
helpless and overwhelmed by the growing sensations as she sprawled on top of
him and panted hotly into the pillow.

She gasped when
she felt one of his hands at the hot, swollen flesh between her thighs. Then he
nipped her over-sensitized nipple and slipped two fingers into her wet,
clinging channel.

She bit down
into the pillow as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her.

“Do you like
that?” Ander asked, his voice once more sounding just a little hoarse. His mouth
was still against her breast, and the vibrations traveled through the wet
fabric to stimulate her even further.

“Mm-hmm,” she
whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Mm-hmm.” She had to hold herself
back from humping his belly, since her clit was getting some delicious,
indirect stimulation on his torso. She managed her turn her head and gasp out,
“More.”

Ander nipped at
her nipple again and started to pump his fingers inside her. She buried her
face in the thick pillow again, desperately glad Ander was lying far enough
down on the bed for the pillow to be in her reach. She let his mouth and fingers
build her up toward climax.

She’d been
gasping and grunting softly into the pillow, but after a few minutes of
ever-increasing urgency she turned her head and begged, “Ander, please make me
come.”

“I will,” he
murmured, the rhythm of his fingers accelerating even more. He twirled her
nipple with his tongue with agonizing skill and added, “You’re close now. I can
feel it.”

So some reason,
his words made Lori want to whimper so she hid her face in the pillow again.
His fingers were curling against her g-spot, applying hard, steady pressure
exactly where she needed to feel it. He hadn’t touched her clit at all, and the
bit of flesh was pulsing and swollen.

Lori’s body
tightened. She suddenly realized she was going to come without any stimulation
on her clit. She shook desperately. Then felt Ander’s teeth on the soft flesh
of her breast.

She came,
biting down on the pillow and trying shamelessly to ride his fingers to draw
out the sensations.

When her body
had softened, she was able to summon up enough to energy to pull herself up.
“Wow.”

Ander’s face
was slightly flushed, probably because she’d been nearly smothering him by
pushing her breasts into his face.

“Am I going to
be too tight now?” she asked, scooting down his body until she was straddling
his thighs. She could see that he was fully erect beneath the thin fabric of
his boxers.

 “I think
you’ll be all right.”

She pulled down
his shorts while Ander reached over to grab the condom packet and lube from the
nightstand. Then she waited while he rolled on the condom and slicked his cock
up with lubricant.

“All right,” Ander
said, holding his cock upright with one hand. “You still want to do it this
way?” She nodded, mesmerized by the sight of his waiting erection. “Lift up and
we’ll get ourselves lined up. It takes a little practice.”

Lori raised
herself with her thighs and scooted forward until she was poised above his
cock. Then she lowered herself slowly and, with Ander’s help in alignment, was
able to slide her channel down over the substance of his erection.

It was tight, and
it took a minute to adjust and catch her breath. Then Ander helped her ride
him, guiding her motion with his hands on her hips.

She rocked over
him, trying to build a steady, pleasing rhythm the way Ander always did when he
moved above her. She wasn’t sure she did it very well, but finally she found an
angle and speed that seemed to bring the most pleasure.