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      "Don't say it. Don't say my name."

      "What? I—"

      "Not like this. You're not to say my name until you come when I'm looking you in the eye."

      "Oh—!" Supporting my weight on one hand, I punched the mattress with the other in frustration. I wasn't allowed to say his name, he wasn't inside me yet—how much more did he expect me to endure?

      He laughed under his breath, said louder, "I want to look you in the eyes when you come." The tip of his cock grazed my pussy lips and my hips did their best to angle back onto him.

      "Does that mean..." Jesus, Piper, why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep starting to say something and then bottling out?

      "Does that mean what?" He pushed inside me just an inch, just enough to make me want to pull him in deeper, not enough to hit my G-spot. "Come on, I'll stop if you don't tell me. You want me to carry on, then you have to as well."

      "Does that mean I'm not allowed to come now?"

      "Oh come on, Piper—do you think I'd be that cruel? Do you think I'd be crazy enough to push my cock into you this slowly and not let you come?"

      "You're..." Breathe. "Capable of anything."

      "All I said was you're not supposed to say my name like that, as if you're begging me to make you come, until I'm railing you a different way. Because the next time I make you come with my name on your lips, I want to be able to look you in the eye when you say it."

      "Fuck!"

      "There's nothing I'd like more," he said, grunting as he pushed another inch or two into me, the friction against the swell of my G-spot making me yelp. "And don't act like you don't know plenty of other things to say, because..." He pulled out. Slowly. "I've heard you." And slid back in. Even slower. "I bet you could think of plenty of things to say when I do this..." He reached around my waist with one hand and flicked my clit with the tip of his finger. Just once.

      "Jesus fucking Christ!"

      "There you go. I told you." He pushed in deeper and my pussy clenched around him, desperate for him to move quicker. But he didn't. Wouldn't. Must have known how much I wanted him.

      So gently he barely touched me, he moved his finger over my clit, laughing when I struggled to move back. But his other hand on my waist stopped me doing anything without his allowing it.

      "Oh... God..." In between words, I panted, my breathing shallower with each minuscule increase in pressure from his hand. He didn't fuck me; he just played with my clit while his cock was inside me. "I can't... I want..."

      "What?" His finger didn't miss a beat as he spoke, but his hips inched forward, nearly but not quite filling me up.

      "I can't move," I blurted out, my voice desperate, sounding on the verge of tears.

      He nudged the back of my leg with his knee, and in my weakened state, I fell forward so in an instant my feet came off the floor and I knelt on his bed, backside in the air and he was still inside me but not far enough.

      Once I had my breath back, probably only a second later but it felt like eons, I told him, "Let me."

      "Let you touch yourself?" He moved his hand away, to the top of my thigh but, now able to move slightly more freely than before, I grabbed it and forced it back to where it had been.

      "No." Given the dizziness spinning the inside of my head it was a wonder I managed to string a coherent sentence together. "I meant this." I rocked backwards, taking more of his cock inside me, my lips parting in a silent gasp as he filled me up. My pussy was so sensitive at that point, white sparks flashed behind my eyes as the contours of his cock moved against my G-spot.

      His fingers moved against my clit as the lowest of moans and a whisper of "Jesus," escaped him. "You have no idea how good that feels. You have no idea what a turn on this is. Christ. I can feel every inch of your—" His voice jumped up a note and despite the white light behind my eyes, the ripples along my spine, I still managed to translate his arrested speech as caught breath, the beginnings of a desperate need to move faster. "I wish you could see this."

      A moan escaped me when I tried to speak. It took another attempt before I managed to force out, "Tell me."

      "Every time you move back, your p—" There it was again, that break, that catch, as he spoke in time with my movements. "Your pussy pulls me in even tighter and, and every time you move forward I see how wet you are. Jesus, you—ah," he breathed, grabbing my hips with both hands and forcing himself in as deep as he'd go in one thrust. He stayed there for a second and I was glad he gave me that single second to catch my breath because any more movement would have been so pleasurable it would have hurt. "I really can't decide if I want to fuck you slowly or hold you down and rail you as hard as I can." His thumbs grazed the small of my back and I whimpered. Gone. Completely gone. Whatever he'd done to me at that point I would have taken it and thanked him for the privilege. "What do you think?"

      Water rose in front of my already clouded vision, one single tear spilling onto my face when Leo eased back and forward, again grazing my G-spot, this time more forcefully than last.

      "Piper?"

      I couldn't think straight when he moved inside me while touching my back in exactly the right spot to make me cry. I'd never known up to that point that my eyes could water so badly prior to orgasm but Jesus, he knew how to draw it out of me.

      "Piper, what do you think?" His thumbs pressed into my back as his cock pushed harder. He stopped moving back and forth, merely circled his hips while he was inside, so there was no need for me to deal with a thousand different sensations all at once, but the tip of his cock against the deepest part of me, an unusual sensation in itself, grew in intensity until another tear escaped and all I could manage was a helpless, "Oh God."

"Do you want it fast?"

      "I... I... yes." But as soon as he pulled away, I gasped, "No. Stop. I mean..."

      "What do you want?"

      "Don't... don't stop."

      "I'm not stopping, darlin'. I'm still inside you."

      "I want..." God, I missed that feeling so much, I'd do anything to get it back.

      "What?" His voice, little more than a whisper, demanded all the concentration I could muster. "Tell me exactly what you want, and I promise I'll let you have it."

      Anything. Including humiliating myself by speaking like a whore if that's what it took to make him make me feel like that again. "When you were all the way inside me..."

      "When my what was all the way inside you?"

      Oh God, Leo Carson. I hate you. I want you. "When your cock was all the way inside me..."

      "Yes?"

      "And you didn't pull out or move away, just—"

      "You liked it when I did this?"

      "Ah..."

      "How does that feel?"

      I exhaled with each movement of his cock. It touched every spot inside me at once as his hips moved from side to side, rather than back and forward.

      "Piper. Speak to me, honey. Tell me how it feels." His hand snaked around my waist again and one finger teased over my clit and I heard my voice say "No."

      "What?" But he didn't stop. "Did I just hear you say—"

      "Put your hands on my back again."

      "Why?" He didn't sound in the least put out or insulted or confused. It was a single word, a single demanding word. He was willing to do anything, but he wasn't willing to do it until I told him how much I liked it. "Come on, you can do this."

      And I could. I could, because I liked the so intense they were damn near painful waves of desire travelling up my spine. "Put your." Gulp of air. "Hands. Put your hands on my back again."

      "Like this?"

      "With your thumbs in the small of my back."

      "Why?" His hands rested on my waist, thumbs tickling the skin above the spot where he knew I wanted them to be. Traced the same circles on my back that his cock did inside me. "Piper?" His voice was almost playful, a teasing singsong.

      "Because..."

      "Because what?" All this time he moved inside me in ways that probably couldn't be seen from the outside, but which I felt in a hundred different spots in my pussy. A thousand.

      "Because it makes me feel like my spine's going to melt."

      He laughed, but not cruelly. If a low chuckle could sound self satisfied, then his did.

      "For fuck's sake just do it!" For a split second all I was aware of was a nothing, the absence of his hands on me. "Please."

      "That's better." A tickle, a whisper of skin on skin and the pressure increased until mercifully, his hands were back where they should be. "Fuck. You have no idea, Piper. No idea at all."

      "Please." I pushed back onto him even as my knees became weaker with every second. Shudders of arousal ran from my waist down my legs and I wondered for how much longer I'd be able to hold myself up.

      "I wish you knew what a turn on this is. Seeing you melt underneath me."

      Then his weight was against me, propelling me forwards and I fell onto my forearms with a grunt of pleasure and relief, legs spreading wider as he edged his way onto the bed behind me.

      "I'm not hurting you am I? I'm not hurting you, baby?"

      Hearing him call me that just made it worse. No, not worse. Better. The stimulation of my G-spot, the friction against my cervix, the pressure of one thumb against the point in the small of my back just above the curve of my buttocks while the other hand crept up my spine got too much for me and I cried out. My cry became a wail and I hoped, prayed he'd translate it into the thought which ran through my head again and again; keep doing that keep doing that keep doing that.

      "Fuck, I can't tell you how beautiful you look right now."

      The words registered. Vaguely. Did he really call me beautiful? The thought lasted a bare instant before his cock pushed me one movement, one twitch, one breath away from orgasm—

      —and my spine exploded. Intense ripples of pleasure radiated from my G-spot, gripping his cock with each pulse, and each one was tighter than the last, showing no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck me with rapid, shallow, circling thrusts.

      All I could do was moan, hoping he would keep moving that way until I died. I'd never had an orgasm like it in my entire life; something told me, in the back of my mind where I was only just still able to register such things, this was different. Something was going to happen.

      It just. Didn't. Stop.

      "Jesus, I've never felt a pussy as tight as—" Leo's voice faltered in time with my uncontrolled pulses. That had never happened before. I'd never come so hard I gripped a man's cock so tightly he gasped at the sensation. "Jesus fucking Christ Piper, you're fucking unreal."

      "Don't—" A strangled cry arose in my throat; amazement at finding my voice at a moment such as this made me lose it again and I knew I had to recover this instant or he'd think I meant don't do that when I meant, "Don't stop—"

      "Oh, there's no way I'm gonna stop now, Piper honey. No. Fucking. Way."

      I couldn't see straight, or speak, or easily think in strings of more than two or three words. The tingling deep inside, an alien sensation, traveled further up my spine with each movement of Leo's cock. At exactly the right moment, when the tingling became painful, he inched backwards, paused and then rammed his cock back in all the way. Again. And again. And again. All the time I was still coming, still wondering when it was going to stop, and every time he pounded in, the sensations got more and more intense until something deep inside melted or exploded; I didn't know which. My spine collapsed and my hands automatically contracted around fistfuls of his bedcovers.

      "Oh fuck, that's so... fucking hell, Piper, I'm gonna come. Your pussy's so fucking tight and wet. I've never felt anything like it—"

      White sparks exploded across my field of vision and tears streamed out of my eyes when he growled behind me, the growl becoming a roar an instant before he collapsed, his weight forcing the last helpless moan of orgasm out of my lungs.

      One hand lay across the back of my neck, fingering my hairline, almost pawing at me as if he had trouble making his body parts work after such a mind blowing fuck. There was no other word for it. It hadn't been sex; no way was it making love. 'Fuck' came the closest but even that wasn't right.

      He panted hot breath into my hair and his pounding heart beat against me as fast as mine. "Oh God."

      With a dry mouth, I muttered, "Yeah." Pause. "What... what the hell was that?" I clung to consciousness by a hair's breadth and forced myself to speak although those six words sounded like a drawl that very same hair's breadth away from a slur.