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They barely make it through the door before she's tearing his coat from his shoulders. He doesn't even bother with hers, just starts unbuttoning her blouse while she's still wearing it. When he gets it undone, he palms a lace-covered breast with one hand, then pushes her back against the door with the other and kisses her savagely. She leans into him, returning his kiss with a ferocity that makes both of them groan.

When they part for air, she ducks under his outstretched arm and heads for the bedroom, dropping clothing as she goes. He quickly follows.

She's already naked and waiting by the time he finishes stripping off his clothes. He joins her on the bed and kisses her again, more gently this time, but not by much. She wraps a leg around his and pulls him close. He grinds his hips against her, showing her how aroused he is. She arches into him. They both moan.

Her hand skims up his thigh and he moves away from her a little. She grasps his erection and strokes it lightly, then cups his balls and runs her finger along the cleft of his ass. He moans her name and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the hard nub. His hand reaches between her legs and strokes her wet sex. She abandons her exploration of his body to grasp his shoulders and force his mouth up to hers once more. Their tongues tangle together.

He breaks the kiss, rolls her beneath him and pushes against her. She wraps her legs around his waist and urges him deeper. She closes her eyes and squeezes his cock as he slides all the way into her.

Leaning on one muscular arm, he reaches a hand up and pushes her tangled blonde hair away from her face. She opens her eyes and their gazes lock.

Any finesse he may have possessed earlier disappears. He drives into her. Hard. There is no rhythm, no gentleness. There is only hot need.

He thrusts again and again and again. Her breath quickens and she tightens around him. Her eyes go wide. He holds her gaze and watches as she climaxes.

He thrusts one more time and joins her.

Sated, he collapses against her. Her arms come around his back and cradle him close. He breathes heavily against her neck and inhales the familiar scent of her shampoo.

It isn't how either of them imagined it would be their first time, but it is enough.

~End~


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