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He was sucking each of her nipples in turn and the way he did it, so gently but so single-mindedly, it was like no man had ever done before. She reached down and gripped his shirt in her hands and clenched it. She pulled it up over his head and he looked at her with a boyish grin that only made her love him even more.

Oh my God, she thought. That was all she could think. Those three words just went through her mind, over and over.

His chest was built like a statue. It was hard as rock, his pectoral muscles firm and defined. She rubbed her hands over them and then moved down onto his perfectly formed abs. God, he was sexy. He was what God must have had in mind when he’d designed man. He was the perfect example of manhood. He smiled down on her and then took a hold of the waist of her leggings.

“Oh God,” she whispered as he pulled them down, ever so slightly.

“God aint going to save you now,” Josh said and pulled them down around her ankles. She was almost completely naked now, with just her panties left to offer her protection. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, in all her life. It was as if the last two years of stripping and lap dancing had never happened. She felt like a virgin in Josh’s strong, firm grip.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer. He just bent down and took a hold of her cotton panties with his mouth and pulled them down too. Now she was completely exposed. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing left on her body and it felt amazing. She gripped Josh’s muscular torso with her legs and pulled him down onto her so that they were kissing again.

God, she loved kissing Josh Carter. His lips were made of honey.

Whatever happened, however this mad journey of theirs ended, whatever the DRMC did to get back at them for what they’d done, it would all be worth it for this kiss.

And then his hand, his firm, strong, smooth hand was moving along the inside of her thigh. Jesus Christ, she thought. Touch it. Touch me.

*

J
OSH COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT WAS
happening. He’d never in his life dared to think he might actually find happiness. He’d gone through the years living like a ghost, as if his life was already over. He’d always thought that if he lived like a ghost, if he lived as if he’d already died, then he would have nothing to lose. But now he was alive. He could feel the surge of life rushing through his veins.

He’d never wanted anything so much as he wanted to enter Rose Meadows. He opened his jeans and pulled them off. He looked down at himself. He was enormous. Jesus, he thought. That’s going to kill her. He knew it was a silly fear but he felt as if he was so big and rough and ungainly and she was so small and delicate and beautiful. He didn’t want to defile her. He didn’t want to hurt her.

*

S
HE TOOK ONE LOOK AT
him and pulled him down on top of her. She felt the hard bulge of the head of his penis press against the lips of her pussy. She was aching for him. She was soaking wet down there.

“Come inside me,” she whispered.

He looked at her as if to ask if she was sure and she just smiled at him.

And then it happened. Just like that, the enormous bulk of Josh Carter’s penis was inside her and for the first time in her life she felt like she knew what it meant to make love. She knew what it felt to be a woman. To have a man you truly loved enter you, that was completeness, that was the point of it all. All the suffering in life, all the struggling through the world, the bad things that happened, all of it found its answer right here in this union, this connection.

She cried out as Josh pulled out and then pushed powerfully back into her. She cried out again and again as he moved in and out of her. She was going to wake Jac but she didn’t care. Something told her that he wouldn’t be too offended by a little noise between a man and woman who loved each other.

“Oh, God,” Jack sighed.

“Yes,” she cried.

He was thrusting back and forth, deep inside her. He was deeper than any man had ever gone before. She had never felt anything like this before in her entire life.

“Come inside me,” she whispered.

*

J
OSH COULDN’T BELIEVE IT WHEN
she said those words. He could not have imagined a more loving, sincere thing for a woman to say to a man. He thrust down into her and it felt as if he was submerging his cock in a lake of pure pleasure. He had never felt anything so good in his entire life. It was as if he was melting inside of Rose’s vagina, his body losing its form and merging with hers the way two liquids might merge. He couldn’t take it.

“I’m coming,” he whispered.

“Come,” she said.

There was a sweet smile on her face that looked so beautiful, so pretty, that he would have died right then just so that it could be the last thing he ever saw.

“Rose,” he said.

“Yes?” she said.

And then it started. It was as if every muscle deep inside his body suddenly began convulsing at once. It was as if pure, liquid pleasure had just been pumped into every vein in his body. It felt so good, the release was so satisfying, that he couldn’t help cry out as he orgasmed right there, right inside Rose’s beautiful, perfect pussy. The surges of orgasmic pleasure just wouldn’t stop. Again and again and again it happened. He screamed in pleasure and thought he would die, it felt so good.

*

W
HEN SHE FELT HIM COMING
she screamed. She couldn’t explain why, other than that it was pure, unadulterated joy.

“Oh God,” she screamed and as she felt the gushes of Josh’s semen pumping into her pussy she began to climax as well.

“Josh,” she cried out, “Josh.”

Her body contracted and convulsed and the pleasure of the orgasm rushed through her body like a great wave crashing on a beach.

She felt as if electricity was being passed through her. It was incredible. It was ecstasy. It was heaven. Her entire life, she had been waiting for this moment. She knew that everything had been leading her to this. It was the end of a long and painful journey that had begun ten years ago, the night she first set eyes on him. She’d been waiting for him ever since the night her father had died, and she hadn’t even realized it!

And then he said it.

“Rose, I love you.”

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close to her. She didn’t care about anything else in the world. She didn’t care that they were completely alone right there on the very edge of civilization. She didn’t care that the entire might of the DRMC would be directed at tracking them down. She didn’t care that their lives were in danger, that they might not survive the attack that was surely coming.

All she cared about was that Josh Carter’s arms were holding her tenderly and affectionately. He was hers now. He’d said he loved her. That was all that mattered. That was all that was important.

She put her lips against his mouth and kissed him. It was a long, passionate kiss.

“I love you too, Josh Carter,” she said.

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Abby Weeks
2014

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