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‘I think we’ll call this one the quiet fk’ He brings the scarf to ue relaxed’ he instructs softly, taking it around the back of htly ‘If you feel the need to screa him as he leans down and removes my knickers It really doesn’t one blank I can think of nothing to say,of anticipation And ed anyone else before Possibly Highly likely It’s unwelco the thought--that and the hot tongue running up the inside ofI don’t want to screa,an even pulse in ly cal heavily in h mine and pushesdown the sensitive flesh of my inside arm, softly and painfully slow I quickly fear that the only screa to take his ti down’ His low, sure voice has ers still laced, and then starts walking backwards, encouraging eoes, whether it’s to a bed or to the end of the earth

He bends and takes a hold ofonto the sently The tip of my nose is kissed, my hair shtly,lifted and bent so he can straddle the one still flush with the bed He edges forward, holding hi up with the other, watching what he’s doing, getting closer until he ski If I could, I’d yelp, but I’rab the headboard My back bows, even though he’s just holding himself there It’s torturous

‘Ava,’ He kissescan beat this’ He sinks slowly intoback, and I have to look I overco need to close my eyes in utter bliss, just so I can watch his face His jaw tenses, his grip of my ankle increases, his now free hand rests on my waist and his torso sharpens, the lines of everyI so want to feel hican or ever will beat this It’s agonisingly good, and I’m transfixed on him, completely captivated by him So incredibly in love with him

‘Do you like what you see?’ he asks as he withdraws slowly I’m so fixated on the movement of his muscles, I’ve not noticed his head has now dropped and he’s studying s me, inflicts this pleasure on me, and then expects the impossible He wants me to reply? I shouldn’t need to, he knows the answer very well, but I nod anyway He doesn’t sradually works his way deep inside ofme for my silent response ‘I like what I see, too’ I’ht not be able to cry out in pleasure, but I can ht back in He’s starting to work up a steady rhythm It remains controlled, it remains exact and it remains profoundly powerful, but without the force I know he’s capable of He’s determined to make his point--the point of unnecessary hardness, the hardness that I think I need, and the point that I’nant I’ doted upon I can live with this for the next few months

I’raze my ankle, my head flies back and I’ all overcontrol’ he gasps quietly, lifting up higher on his knees, takinget ontoin vain I could never overpower hi ht me, Ava’ He strikes firmly but carefully It’s nowhere near the power that I know he’s capable of But it’s still good

I don’t need it I crave it Big difference, but ood and proper, and now it’s expected In he goes again, definitely and on a supressed hiss I try to flip ain, but it’s useless I’ll never win, only knackerrelease that’s brewing I bite down on the scarf and let out ayou crazy, baby?’ he asks, the tinge of sness clear as he reverts back to a smooth, even pace

I don’t look at hi the boo beat ath it’s slow and almost effortless, it’s still very deep and it’s still very pleasurable, and I’ well, Ava’ In he sinks, around he grinds, out he coer’ Back in, back around, back out