Private 02 - Private Paradise

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    But this...his warm skin pressed against hers, the way his big body curled around her as though he was protecting her even in sleep... She had a flash of waking up like this every morning, rolling over in his arms to meet his sleepy blue gaze full of love and desire...
    She nipped the fantasy in the bud, knowing in her gut he might feel one out of two of those emotions, and it sure as hell wasn't love.
    Despite her acceptance of reality, she felt the sting of tears behind her eyelids. She closed her eyes, tucked herself even more securely into his embrace and allowed herself a single moment to wish that things could somehow be different.
    She knew the moment he came awake, could feel it in the slight shift of his breathing and the tension in the arm around her waist. She sighed as Sam's fingers flexed against her stomach in a soft caress, felt a rush of heat as Sam shifted against her so his cock brushed against the curve of her ass.
    “ Good morning,” he murmured, and her breath hitched at the feel of his mouth, open and hot against the skin of her shoulder.
    His hand shifted up to cover one breast, and she gave a soft moan as he circled and pinched her nipples. Everything about him turned her on, from the big hand on her breasts to the heat of his mouth against her shoulder and neck, his hair-roughened thighs brushing against hers as he slid one leg between hers.
    Her pussy was already drenched by the time his hand slid from her breasts to press against her sex. He parted her lips, slid his fingers on either side of her clit, up and down in a teasing caress.
    “ God I love how wet you get for me,” he murmured, sliding his fingers lower, drawing another rush of moisture from her as she arched her ass against the heat of his throbbing cock.
    “ Please, Sam,” she said, her body so tight with desire she was afraid she was going to snap any second. She tried to turn to face him but he held her still.
    “ No, stay just like this.”
    She turned her face in the pillow, a shudder of anticipation rippling through her as she heard the soft ripping sound, felt the brush of his hand against her ass as he rolled on a condom. He reached down, and she raised her top knee at his urging as she arched her back to receive him.
    Though she was so wet the skin of her inner thighs was slick, she let out a sharp whimper as the thick head of his cock pressed inside.
    He held himself there, no more than a couple inches inside. “You're sore, aren't you, baby?” he asked as he rained soft, soothing kisses along her shoulders.
    “ A little,” she whispered. “I'm not used to...” She lost her train of thought as his fingers stroked over her clit. Despite the discomfort she felt her body clench tight around him, like it was trying to pull him deeper.
    “ You're not used to having someone fuck you all day and all night?” he said with a teasing flick of his tongue against her earlobe.
    She let out a soft, helpless laugh. “Something like that.” Her laugh melted into a moan as his fingers continued to lavish attention on her clit.
    “ Then I'll just have to make it my goal,” he said, rocking himself a little bit deeper as he gave her neck a love bite that sent a jolt of heat straight to her pussy, “to make sure that getting fucked long and hard, over and over again, becomes part of your regular routine.”
    Carla moaned and arched herself more firmly against him, trying to take him deeper even as her body stung at the thick invasion. Her heart thudded faster in her chest as she wondered what it would be like, to have him fuck her like this every day, every night.
    She had serious doubts she'd be able to survive it.
    “ For now, we'll take it nice”―a soft grunt escaped his throat as he rocked even deeper―“and slow.”
    Finally, he was buried to the hilt, so deep she could feel the press of his balls against the curve of her ass. Carla felt stretched tight, dancing on the knife's edge of pleasure and pain as he held himself within her slick grip.
    Sam didn't move just held himself deep inside, as his fingers between her legs pulled the knot of desire tighter. His harsh breath against her neck and the thudding of his heart against her back were the only signs that he wasn't in complete control of himself.
    “ Christ, your pussy feel so good,” he panted. “Every time I do this”―he took her clit gently between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle pull, almost like he was milking