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her and she moved quickly to climb in front of him. She also liked the mischievious look in his eyes. What was he up to? She couldn’t wait to find out.

“Okay, sir. Ready when you are,” she said.

“I know,” he said, loudly enough so she could hear him through the helmet.

He was off with a slide of the rear wheel, and her hands, which had been resting on her legs, moved to his thighs, gripping them painfully at first, but then relaxing slightly, only tightening when the curves were tight or he sped up on the straight ways.

He turned around after about an hour and the ride back to his house was slower. That was because his hand moved from the brake, to rest on her thigh, moving higher occasionally. It was so erotic, the feeling of the speed and the danger plus Sam’s hand moving along her body, resting close to the juncture of her thighs. Her whole body was tingling with awareness and need when he pulled into the garage.

She jumped off the motorcycle and, just as she had with the hang gliding, she wanted to rip his clothes off. Sam carried her into the house, her legs wrapped around his waist. She was stripping him of his clothes while he walked, opening and closing doors.

Thankfully they were in his house this time but even if they hadn’t been, Marabeth was so turned on, she didn’t care. She just wanted Sam, inside her, moving in her.

They only made it to the kitchen before he stopped, putting her on the counter. He quickly removed her clothes and then set her on the island. “Lean back,” he ordered.

Marabeth was beyond arguing. She needed him and the fastest way she figured she’d get him was to follow his commands. She leaned back, closing her eyes as his hands stroked down her body. She gasped as his fingers touched her thighs and she automatically opened for him. The next thing she knew, his mouth was closing on her and the feeling was too intense. She sat up, pulling his head back with his hair. “I can’t,” she cried out.

But Sam was having none of that. “Lean back princess,” he said. “Or I’ll stop,” he threatened. His hand moved slightly and she groaned in her throat. She obeyed simply because she had no alternative. Leaning back, she held her breath in anticipation and wasn’t disappointed. His mouth came back to her, his tongue flicking through the folds while his fingers moved inside her. “Let go, Marabeth,” he ordered. “Let it happen,” he encouraged.

His words removed the last barrier to her release and she shivered, crying out as the orgasm hit her head on. A moment later, she was lifted in his arms and carried into the family room where he sat down, moving her so she was straddling him.

Marabeth needed no more encouragement. She took him fully inside her, her eyes dilating with the passion he could give her with his touch and his body. She started moving, slowly at first, then gauging from the look on his face, she moved faster until she knew he was about to reach his own orgasm. But he slowed her down, leaning her back again and using his hands to help her come once again. It was even more powerful than the last time and a small tear rolled down her cheek at the pleasure he was able to give her.

They didn’t say a word for a long time. Eventually, he got up and started a fire, then put a movie into the DVD player. He wrapped them up in the blanket that had been resting on the back of the sofa and they snuggled together as the movie went on.

Afterwards, she had no idea what movie played. All she heard was Sam’s heartbeat and felt his hands touching her softly along her arms and back.

He made her dinner which consisted of sandwiches, which was the only thing in the refrigerator, and a bottle of wine. She showered and dressed while he made the sandwiches. While they ate, he told her stories about vacations in this house, how he’d sneak away from school with his friends and spend the weekend here without his parents’ knowledge. Until one weekend they were caught.

“What happened?” she asked, laughing at his grimace.

“We had extra homework each weekend for about a month,” he laughed. “My parents thought that, since I didn’t have enough to do at school, they’d make sure that