“If you don’t mind.” There it was; courtesy even in extremity.

“Do I look like I mind?”

She smiled. “You have my eternal thanks, believe me.”

He almost said, Who would have nailed you if I hadn’t asked? But seconds away from sinking his dick into her cunt, he whispered, “My pleasure, babe.”

He didn’t even have to use his hands.

She shifted her hips slightly, adjusting her wet-with-longing cleft over the head of his penis… until she was right on target.

He pressed forward, entered her, and gave it up to whatever was making him feel this good.

Everything proceeded in perfect harmony-faultless to a fault, as Robert Browning would say-the quintessential fit of slick cunt and hard cock, of time and circumstance, of uncomplicated desire.

She gasped softly as her G-spot nerve endings made contact with his hard, rigid penis.

He heard her gasp but neither paused nor stopped, single-mindedly intent on sinking hilt-deep into her silky warmth. Slowly forcing his way in, he felt her flesh gradually yield to his size and length, and when he eventually reached bottom, he grunted in satisfaction.

That low, guttural sound triggered every primal nerve in her body; all the complexities of civilization vanished, and she became incarnate female to virile maleness. Not necessarily a completely tractable female with her twenty-first-century mind-set, but definitely and certifiably receptive.

Even as she took note of her peculiar reaction, her body shamelessly contrived to further advance the act of mating, flooding her vaginal tissue to allow better access, making her more available, easier to fuck.

Acknowledging the added lubrication, Jake shifted his tempo marginally, moving with less caution now, sliding in and out more forcefully, no longer concerned with curbing his forward motion in order not to hurt her.

She responded, accommodating his rhythm, her hands clutching his shoulders, her feet braced on Chaz’s lavender sheets to better meet the power of his downstrokes. Each time he was completely submerged, she’d arch upward to experience that exquisite, fierce ecstasy, holding her breath as the flame-hot rapture flooded her senses. As he’d withdraw, she’d whimper, reluctant to relinquish the intoxicating pleasure, pleading. “Stay, stay, stay…”