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“Ohhh…” she sighed as the fullness of his cock stretched the
edges of her pleasure. She began to tremble as reality once more won over
fantasy.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” his voice drifted into her ear, so
gentle and patient as if he was in utter control of himself. “Keep talking to
me.”

Her throat constricted and she managed a strange sound, half
grunt, half sigh.

“Oh, god,” she cried. “I have to feel you. Now…”

When she moved forward against him, she had to close her
eyes and clench her teeth but just as he’d promised, the only way to have all
of him was to let go completely. Twining his fingers with hers, he held her
hands to give her leverage as her hips pumped in increasing rhythm. She wanted
to consume him, to prove to herself that he was hers for the taking. Riding him
became a battle of harder versus faster. She wanted his cock to slam against
her G-spot so fast that one swirl of heat coiled so tightly into another that
the spiral promised to lead all the way to heaven.

But speed consumed her energy and she couldn’t fuck him as
hard as was possible. Folding over his chest, she panted against his throat.
His hips pumped into her to pick up the slack but it still wasn’t enough.

“More,” she issued, finding her voice cracked.

His lips touched her shoulder. His hips moved faster. The
kiss warmed her skin and shifted toward her neck. Skilled fingers teased the
edge of her hairline before grasping the base of her skull and guiding her head
upward. Next, his mouth covered hers, stealing her breath and giving her life
at the same time as his lips glided as desperately over hers as his cock glided
in and out of her wet cunt.

Charlotte pulled her mouth away. “Harder, damn you,” she
yelled, uncertain if the curse was meant to reveal her desperation or hide the
fear of what it would mean to get what she wanted.

Her lover jolted her upward until she sat straight, her seat
firm in the saddle, her hips once more thrusting against his hard shaft. She
saw the fire banked in his eyes. It was ready to be unleashed as much as her
own. She saw something else too. A deeper desire shuddered in her gut, sending
waves into her heart and tugging on it. A desire to come together closer than
the flesh and blood would allow. The need to strip down utterly and belong in
every way imaginable. A longing to be held physically while knowing with her
soul that her heart too was wanted and embraced.

At the edge of desperation, Charlotte looked into her
lover’s eyes and found his expression holding a question only she could answer.

She flattened against him to take his mouth. As his lips
parted, her tongue plunged to seek his own and challenge him to meet her
halfway. In lazier motion, she glided back and forth over his cock, relishing
the primordial thrill that sparked from the deepest point of each stroke.

Her mouth opened soundlessly as the fullness of his large
penis stretched her sense of limitation. There was no end to the pleasure she
could consume. Nor give. It was utterly up to her. Her entire body became an
undulating instrument with which to harness the power of the hard male inside
her.

A more aggressive rhythm asserted itself and took over. She
surrendered to it, loving every juicy thrust of his cock and the crazy,
insatiable way she rode him. To get him deeper and closer, she leaned back,
lifting her gaze upward and thrust her hips hard. The sweetest pleasure washed
over her as she assumed a rhythm that guided his cock against the raw bundle of
nerves inside her pussy. The compartment echoed with the reaching cries of need
that rose in pitch with each rocking of her hips.

“Yes…” he sighed. “Yes…”

The pressure built. Her breasts bounced with every thrust so
she covered them with her palms. She cried out for more, knowing there was more
to be had even though she could not tell how. As she reached the edge, she
begged for a greater force to claim and guide her.

As if in answer to her unspoken prayer, his hands clasped
her hips to add his strength to hers and drive her faster and harder than she
could ever do on her own. The pressure doubled. Every time his cock struck her
G-spot, raw pleasure spilled inside her and made her cry out for more.

“Oh, yeah…” he said, his eyes greedy when she flicked her
fingers over her hard nipples. “You got it, babe. Go for it. Do it!”

Her eyes drifted closed as she surged up and floated down.
The sound of their bodies slapping together heightened her arousal until one
hand drifted down to her clit.

“God, I love your pussy. Keep fucking me, babe. Yeah!”

When the next level of sensation hit her, Charlotte’s eyes
snapped open, looking down into his as the layer of the world stripped away and
left her face-to-face with a desire so elemental that it scared her.

She could never take this for granted. Feeling his cock
inside her, she became a part of him even as he was a part of her. It took
courage to let herself take and be taken until the only law that mattered was the
law of desire and the only way to obey it was to listen to her body respond to
his.

“Yes!” A scream tore from her throat as she pushed herself
even faster. She was going to ride this wherever it led, so she claimed that
swelling cock of his and crashed past the already violated limits. The hotter
it felt, the wilder her whole body became, the harder she drove them.

He continued to lend the strength of his corded arms,
muscles bulging from shoulder to wrists as he moved her back and forth over his
cock. Charlotte grasped his shoulders and absorbed the animal endurance of his
body as boundaries kept crashing around them.

The train, the sex, the man, all coming together, all
clawing at the last remaining shreds of restraint. She looked into his blue
eyes and recalled the moment they’d first met and how the fantasy had brought
them here. His ragged breath betrayed he was approaching climax. He fought to
keep it at bay because above all else, he was here for her and determined to
see her through to the end.

“That’s it. Show me how much you want it.”

She leaned forward, giving him more of her weight. The shift
offered him a different angle and he thrust up, his penis hitting a different
spot inside her cunt. The heat rose, twining around them, bringing them closer
until everything dissolved except the fantasy coming true. Every hard thrust
pushed her a little closer to the edge she’d dreamed of crossing. And then…

“Oh-my-god,” she heard the tight, high voice spill out as
her vaginal muscles slammed together and sent the pleasure wave spinning
through her body.

Releasing a grunt, her lover pumped into her one final time.
His eyes held hers even as his mouth contorted in the moment of release. Almost
as quickly, a smile erased the tension as he let out a contented sigh and
pulled her down to rest on top of him.

She laid her cheek on his chest and his arms came around her
back while their breathing slowed. Both of their bodies felt sticky from sweat
but Charlotte relished the animal nature of what had just transpired. She
couldn’t remember ever letting go so completely. Here, with this man, she
didn’t have to worry about tomorrow, about what he would think of her
aggression and sex drive, of her crazy need to stay in control.

In this moment, they shared an intimacy of total mutual
pleasure. The sweetness of it made her so sated that her eyelids began to
droop. As slumber took over, she had one last fleeting concern that maybe this
man might be the type to fuck and run and not wish to linger and hold her in
his arms while her body was draped all over him.

His cock still remained deliciously lodged inside her pussy.
She wanted so much to fall asleep this way. Would he pull away? He stirred to
arrange a blanket over them then rewrapped his arms around her.

“Comfy?”

She smiled. “Perfect.”

Chapter Four

 

Charlotte stirred awake. A sweet flutter skimmed over her
breast. A weight pressed against her side. Warmth raced through her chest as
her heart began to pound. Hot lips fastened to her nipple and suckled. She
cried out, her head lifting off the mattress as his lifted from her chest. In
the darkness, she searched for his gaze even as she knew that he searched for
hers and although she could not see the brilliance of his eyes, they found each
other in the small space and paused to share a silent agreement.

The haze of sleep mixed with the rush of arousal that swept
her so fast she grasped onto his shoulders. A new awareness of him formed in
the half-dream, half-awake state. This man had the power to arouse her
sensuality to full-blown passion as if this were his sole mission in life.

As his lips fastened to her other nipple, Charlotte let her
head fall back against the pillow. He nipped, licked and finally suckled while
his hand roamed to her pussy with unwavering intent.

The shock of pleasure jerked her body when his fingers
circled her clit and dove between her parted labia.

“Damn,” he said when he discovered the slick yielding
passage eager for his exploration. “Damn, babe,” he whispered as he lifted to
loom over her face, caressing the curve of her cheek with his thumb while his
fingers pressed at her opening.

Her pelvis arched up, twisting toward the fire-giving
temptation of his hand. His fingers penetrated and the sweet flame forced a
sharp breath from her lips only seconds before he covered her mouth with his.

The kiss was violent, possessive, desperate. It demanded an
equal response and Charlotte gave it. Her nails raked his shoulder when she
stabbed her tongue at his and began to spar. On a quick retreat, she drew on
his lower lip and threatened with her teeth. The provocation caused a
counterattack of escalating ardor as their lips declared what their bodies
already knew and their words could never express. This lust had become bigger
than them and they were utterly at its mercy.

As if sensing the loss of control, he tore himself away and
loomed above her, breathing like a riled animal. She was worse. While he stayed
perfectly still, her body writhed, craving the motion of his fingers inside her
pussy, his lips on her, his other hand beneath her neck and his cock, sweet
Lord, the heavy mast pressing into her hip.

Reverently he withdrew his hand from between her legs and
caressed over her belly. Her hips jerked in protest. He laid a small kiss on
her lips while his hand pressed her back down and continued a gentle stroking
down one thigh and up the other.

“Easy…” he said and kissed her cheek, her forehead and
finally her eye. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

She grasped his hand and guided it to her cunt, pressing his
fingers into her slit. He yielded but nothing more. His warm breath swept over
her ear as he leaned to whisper in it.

“Let go, darling.”

“I want you!” she gasped. God, how she wanted him. The
desire tightened inside her, pulling back like the tide. A deep shudder began
to gather strength and Charlotte didn’t know if she could face it. To want this
much, this hard. To be so utterly at the mercy of desire, dependent on someone
else to satisfy her, knowing that only he would do. She couldn’t admit to this.
She had never before counted on anyone for anything. She would not let some
stranger take control of her body.

Pushing up on her elbow, she twisted to her side and shoved
against his shoulder to flip him on his back but he trapped her hand and turned
the momentum against her. She ended up beneath him, her arm pinned above her
head.

She kicked with her legs in an effort to throw him off. “No!
Let me go.”

“Yes,” he growled.

She beat against his shoulder with her free hand, but he
smoothly caught it and imprisoned both of her arms above her head. She was
prostrated beneath him like a helpless plunder he could take apart piece by
piece. Singlehandedly he easily captured both her wrists. With his free hand,
he caressed the side of her face. It was a feather touch, meant to worship and
appease.

Her body responded, even if her will refused. She noticed
how she molded to him from chest to thigh, how the bulge of his cock pressed
against her pelvis and sent shock waves through her clit.

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head to the
side. How could she be so weak to submit to the basest of instincts and allow
herself to become a slave of lust at the hands of some stranger she picked up
in the dining car?

“Hey,” he called.

She kept her eyes shut.

Moist lips imprinted her cheek in the gentlest of kisses. “I
need you so bad I’m going to die. Please take me,” he begged hoarsely.
“Please.”

She sought his eyes, her breath agitated by the desperate
tone of his voice and the meaning of his words. Could it be possible that he
was just as much at her mercy as she was at his? That he struggled with desire
he couldn’t control just as much as she?

“Whatever you want, however you want it, as much as you
can—”

Before he could finish chanting back the words she’d told
him hours earlier, she lifted her head scant inches and covered her mouth with
his in a feverish acceptance. Her thighs spread beneath him until his legs fit
between hers. The shift brought his cock right on top of her pussy. He shifted
lower, sliding the thick erection until it rested barely an inch from her
opening.

He broke the kiss and looked at her face. The reading light
flickered on, blinding her for a moment. When she opened her eyes and found the
depth of his gaze, his expression made her want to tear at something. He seemed
caught between agony and ecstasy, looking to her for hope and mercy.

Releasing the hold on her wrists, he took one of her arms
and guided her hand to his lips. He laid a kiss on the inside of her palm. The
reverent glow in his blue eyes uttered a sacred promise that created a flutter
in her chest.

It felt strange suddenly to have her arms free. She didn’t
quite know what to do with them.

“Hold my arms down,” she said.

Before she could release a gasp, he already had her under
him as before, both of her arms imprisoned above her head by both of his. Only
this time, it felt right to be in his power. The strength of his arms excited a
desire to meet him in kind. She flexed her fists and strained to resist him so
that he would exert greater force and let her feel more of the vitality that
flexed his biceps into exquisite shape.

Gazing down his abdomen, she wished she could slide her
fingers over the distinct six-pack that seemed to firm and relax with every
breath. The hardness of this perfect male creamed her pussy and left her
ravenous for the give and take of wild lovemaking between partners ready to
take it further than ever before, emotionally as well as physically.

Although utterly vulnerable in his possession, Charlotte
knew that he too waited to be possessed. For a long moment, he held her gaze in
absolute stillness. His blue matched her brown. His strength covered her
softness. Between them, desire sparked then shimmered into something more.
Everything collapsed into a certainty that this was meant to be.

They both knew when the moment ripened. They both held their
breaths when his cock slipped into her pussy as smoothly as an oar cut the
still surface of a lake. In one fluid advance, he settled into her depth,
stretching her, filling her, completing her.

Charlotte shuddered. She did not expect this. She couldn’t
believe that a man could give her something she could never have on her own.
Could she trust him, trust herself? As tremors began to ripple in her chest, he
kissed the corner of her mouth.

“I feel it too…” He sighed. “It’s impossible. I can’t—”

She caught his mouth with hers. The wonder and disbelief in
his voice told her everything she needed to know. She finally understood what
it meant to be ready for a man. When she broke the kiss and let her head relax
back against the pillow, her body held the truth she could never find words
for.

In a most tender invitation, her hips arched against his.
Perfectly in tune, he responded immediately. With the graceful beauty of a
swan, he glided back, withdrawing to the edge before she welcomed him back in
and he returned, filling her again as if for the first time. With each stroke,
he paused to drink in her wonder as he reflected his own. Each penetration
stripped away the last shadow of doubt that this lovemaking was anything other
than a playground for their souls. As he plunged into her, their essences
drifted together and shared each other’s mystery. When he pulled away, the
desire to be one drew him back until he lay buried to the hilt inside her juicy
warmth.

They made love this way for a small eternity. Slowly,
confidently, with utter trust and surrender. Every plunge of his hard cock
filled her with waves of sensuality that brought a renewal. She laughed in a
hearty voice at the unexpected vision of her nerves and tissues rejuvenating
with new life, second after second, stroke after stroke.

He grinned wolfishly in response to her laughter and lunged
for her breast. With predatory roughness, he caught her nipple and bit. Sharp
pain punctuated the liquid pleasure. Her body vaulted and would have lifted off
the mattress if he hadn’t held her down. He pumped hard against her, suddenly
turning gentle lovemaking into demanding fucking. Hot throbbing pierced the
breast he had bitten as he soothed it with eager suckling.

His flesh slapped against hers as she drove herself to match
his intensity. He was powerful and insatiable. His cock slammed into her with
plundering fierceness. Even those gorgeous blue eyes that she’d grown to trust
had tinged with animalistic determination.

“Please…” she begged.
Wait for me. Let me join you.
She found her throat dry and her lips helplessly silent as he continued to
pound her.

The edges of reality began to blur as sensations spilled
over the limits of what she could take. She was spinning out of control. And it
felt more like being herself than the greatest accomplishment she’d ever had.

“Wait,” she sobbed, wanting him to know what this meant. She
could show him if only he gave her a moment to catch up so she could give as
much as she received.

Her pleas were met with increased intensity. The rhythm of
their bodies slapping together became so fast that Charlotte found her
awareness drifting as her eyes closed to the soaring pleasure.

“Take me,” he growled. “Take all of me,” he commanded
through gritted teeth.

His speed seemed to increase yet again, forcing Charlotte to
hiss through gritted teeth. His fucking drove her past reality, past her body
and past pleasure. He would break her to pieces but oh, what a delicious way to
die. Grateful that his arms held hers captive, Charlotte finally gave up the
fight. She could never match him. He was the all-powerful male, hungry to
conquer his female and feast on the thrill of her fulfillment.

She relaxed utterly beneath him. As his relentless thrusting
continued, Charlotte yielded completely. Her pleasure soared but the sound she
emitted lowered as it emerged from the core of an ancient ritual. She now
understood what her lover was driving for. He needed her to accept him in that
primitive way. God help to keep her heart from bursting as she let him in, body
and soul.

Light spread through her chest. Her eyes widened and were
absorbed into his expectant gaze. Once again, their gazes exchanged secrets
words could not express and as if on cue, he released her arms and she enfolded
his shoulders.

Once more his rhythm changed. Slowing down into longer
strokes, he tamed desperation with intent. As Charlotte observed the lines of
his face, she had no doubt that he was once again in total control. He knew
what he wanted both for himself as well as for her.

As he thrust to the hilt, her arms contracted, holding him
there as if her life depended on feeling his cock wedged as deep as she could
take him. Both certain of the power of their combined passions and wills, they
rocked together toward the ultimate unknown.

She widened her legs and hooked her feet around the backs of
his knees so that her pussy opened more to his engorged penis. The twitter
began in her clit, growing warmer and deeper. Charlotte signaled her
approaching climax with a gasp. She would not chase it or try to quicken it.
She would let him nurse it inside her, as a male who knew how to possess and
pleasure his woman. One of her arms slid down to his left buttock so she could feel
the flexing of his powerful glutes.

The edge of climax drew closer and still she waited for the
mercy only her lover’s body could give. When the deep thrusting of his cock
pushed drops of pleasure over the rim of her bursting G-spot, Charlotte held as
tightly as she could and stared into the eyes that glowed with devotion. When
the edge of climax grabbed her, she wanted to scream his name and keep him a
part of her forever. He shattered with her and the hard lines of strain melted
from his face as he mellowed into shared pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her like a man who couldn’t bring
himself to lift a finger, much less the rest of his body. Charlotte circled
both her arms around him and kissed his shoulder. A grin stretched her lips
from ear to ear as she adored the weight of her man-blanket whose penis
remained gloriously lodged inside her pussy.

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