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    Salome never really got out of her bathing suit, oh for bed time and for general school she changed, but during the day clothes were optional.  Especially on hot days like this one, leaning on the door frame, she chewed on her lip and shifted her bag and towel from one arm to another.  It was dark outside, and so she hoped the pool would be empty, who else would be swimming at night:?  Glancing outside, she sighed and then looked back toward the bedroom.

    "Mortie!  C'mon!"

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He let her down, gently, slowly, her body skimming along his. He caught her mouth in a kiss as soon as her mouth was level with his, caught her towel in his hands, using it to keep her close to him.

He nibbled and nudged at her lips, enjoying the soft warmth he found there. Kissing her was, as always, a joy unto itself. She responded to his attentions, took the initiative herself to plunder his mouth as well. It was a give and take, mutual play and enjoyment. And as he let himself feast on her mouth this time, his breathing becoming faster, his chest moving--well there was the added reward of continually brushing against her, hard nipples and soft, pert breasts rubbing against his pectoral muscles. That simple sensation drew more than one pleased moan from his lips.

He wanted this, knew she wanted him...he thought he was nearly willing to give in and let himself make love to her. Nearly. His body certainly was and it was prepared to scream out in protest if denied yet again, but his mind turned to more practical matters. He had to and now, before he really did get to the point where he wouldn't be able to say no. He pulled his head back, broke their steady stream of kisses. His voice husky and deep, "I don't want to get you pregnant."

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Out of all the sexy things a man could say to a woman at a time like this, that was one of the worst ones. In a way though, she was glad that he asked, it showed that he was concerned that he was thinking of their future. Most of the time she didn't even get that kind of consideration. Opening her eyes she looked up at him, panting, trying to catch the breath she had lost in all the kisses he had given her. Swallowing twice she finally found her voice, but even then, when she spoke her voice was full of need. "You won't, I'm on the pill. Don't you have condoms?"

It was a stupid question, why would he have condoms? It wasn't like he had just got out of a relationship, and his girlfriends at work really didn't run the risk of getting knocked up. Still, she just assumed that he had them, didn't most men? Shaking her head she grinned at him, wrapping a leg around his hips and pulling her hips up to his.

"We're protected, either way, I can show you the prescription if you'd like." She had heard about girls that had lied to their boyfriends in order to get pregnant, and she wanted to elimate that fear. The last thing she wanted was to get pregnant. Again. If Mortie was obsessed with keeping things neat and clean, she was obsessed with staying baby free. She couldn't go through the stress and the fear of having a baby, even if it was with a man she adored, not feared.

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Oh, he had condoms alright, boxes of them. At work. He wasn't going to tell her that, the implications were anything but a turn on he was sure. Her answer about birth control relieved him, it meant he wasn't going to have to turn her down yet again or take a risk he was truly uncomfortable with.

Shaking his head to both of her questions, he pressed his forehead to hers and spoke softly. "No, I believe you."

He gave a small thrust forward with his hips, pressing into her a bit further, his towel between them starting to be a real hinderance. "I believe you..." He repeated himself and pressed tender kisses over her face before finding her mouth again.

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Lifting her face up, she sought his mouth with hers, taking the kiss and returning it with one of her own. She was relieved that he believed her, she didn't want to pull away from him now, just to go digging around in her stuff to find the package. As they kissed, she found herself oddly nervous, this wasn't some random fling, this was important to her.

Still locked in the kiss, she tried to ignore her feelings, instead putting her mind to the practical task of getting his towel off of him. Tugging at the loose knot, she grabbed at the fabric and pulled it away. She didn't want anything between them any more. Heart hammering in her ears she rubbed her foot up the back of his leg and tentatively offered herself up to him.

Pulling out of the kiss just a faction of an inch she whispered to him, "please, Mortie. I need you."

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A slow smile caused his lips to curve upwards, her words doing more for him that she could know. Actually hearing that sort of desire for him vocalized instead of hearing it in his head--something he's longed for. Her voice was real, not imagined. He wasn't whispering to himself as he tried to maneuver a corpse; he was holding a pliant, cooperative, beautiful girl instead. And she was speaking softly to him.

He kissed her again, dropping her towel from his hands and instead pressing his palms against her back, her shoulders, anywhere he could touch her. When he pulled away, he had her face cradled between his hands and he nodded. "Okay..."

Backing her up until the edge of the mattress pressed against the backs of her legs, Mortie murmured nonsensical words of want and need between kisses, then he gave her a gentle, guided push backwards to lower her to the bed. She wanted him. He wanted her. Yes... Was his only thought as he lowered himself on top of her, his body covering hers. Skin to skin, bodies flush together, he took a moment to just enjoy settling his weight atop her smaller frame. She made him feel so big and strong that it was empowering. Still, he didn't want to crush her so he cradled her between his forearms, most of his weight resting there.

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The way he held her, how he touched her and gazed into her eyes was so sweet and so gentle that she almost forgot all about her nervousness. She focused on him instead, the way that he touched her back, how he kissed her mouth and whispered against her cheek and ear. He was like no man she had ever been with, and that realization made her nervous once again.

As her hands moved up his back and shoulders she wondered if she was going to be good enough for him. If he was going to enjoy her, or find being with her disappointing. She had this over whelming urge to start explaining and apologizing now, it's just that his mouth was on hers, giving her no room to talk.

Laying back against his arms, she felt tiny, secure and almost weightless. He could do whatever he wanted with her, he was so strong and powerful. Smiling she watched him settle between her legs, his weight pleasant, reassuring, not crushing and demanding. For a moment she let her eyes close and enjoy just feeling him, being naked against his body. Shaking fingers slid up his spine and down his jaw so she could hold him and gaze into his eyes. "So handsome, Mortie. I want to make love to you."

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He slipped his fingers into her hair, stroked her cheek with his thumb and gazed down at her with just about as much love and adoration as he could muster before kissing her lips again. His other hand found its way to her shoulder, the side of her breast, the flare of her hip and back up again.

Making love was exactly what he planned to do, soft, slow, methodical and thorough. If she had the patience for it.

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After the kiss she turned her head and sucked on his thumb, her lips and tongue playing with the digit as her eyelids fluttered closed and she whimpered softly. Thankfully she had calmed down enough to relax under him, letting a smile curl her lips as she listened to him breathe above her. While sucking on his finger she lifted her hips and slowly rubbed herself against him, spreading her heat and moisture over him, showing him how ready she was.

Letting his thumb go she turned her head once more and went in search for another kiss.

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His hips moved in response to hers, meeting her urgings with languid movements of his own. She felt good, so very good and the almost lazy way he was grinding himself against her caused him to moan with pleasure and the fire in his belly to smolder, grow hotter. He knew that prolonging the experience now was only going to pay off later, the slow, steady build up was worth it when he knew neither one was going to back down. No need to hurry.

He let her have her kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth, pulling back and licking at her bottom lip then moving away. He lowered his head to nip and suck at her neck, her shoulder. He wanted to taste her smooth skin. Inhale the smell of her. His hand was back at her breast again, fingers skimming the slight swell of flesh along her side, moving closer to her nipple only to skirt away again, teasing.

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As his hips moved against hers, she groaned, it was a low desperate groan, filled with need. He was teasing her, and if she didn't know any better she would have said it was deliberate. The way he kissed her throat, how he caressed her breast, and now with the hips. She wanted him inside of her, badly. It was all she could think about, and it took all her energy to continue with the slow, gentle movements of his hips.

Slowly dragging her nails over his shoulder blades, she managed to press her hand to the back of his head and urge him to be a bit more aggressive with her neck. "I love it when you kiss me there." She whispered to him, he was an amazing lover from what she'd experienced so far, but she wanted to let him know where all her sensitive little spots were. If he ever got closer to her nipple she would whisper to him how much she enjoyed his mouth on her.

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Her groan, the pleading quality in it, was all the encouragement he needed to continue what he was doing. He shifted, pressed against her a little more firmly, felt her wetness on the head of his cock as he teased her entrance. Not yet. He wasn't going to give in just yet. It was too good. He moved again, rubbing himself against the inside of her thigh instead.

He did drag his teeth across her throat a little more forcibly, suck a little harder before lifting his head to blow against the slowly reddening skin. This time he was definitely going to leave a mark there. A love bite. Almost a brand. His. Then it was back to the tender kisses he preferred. Hot breath against her skin, soft lips, lazy strokes of his tongue.

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When he was almost inside of her, she held her breath, her eyes wide her body tense with nervous need. Biting back a groan she let her head fall against his hands, damp hair spilling out over the sheets and his fingers as she tried not to buck up hard into him. This was suppose to be slow and gentle, there was no need to tackle each other and fuck. Not yet.

It was even worse when he added his teeth and more force, she could feel herself getting hotter, wetter. Years of conditioning had taught her that pain like this was a good thing, that it would be rewarded with pleasure and so she ached for it. When she was with Mortie, and felt how gentle he was, she almost hated herself for wanting that. It also meant that if it didn't clear up before she left, her father would know. Her thoughts were cut off by his mouth, his lips were swollen from previous kisses, and hot, so hot that she thought she could melt on them. Offering her mouth to him she let her tongue move carelessly over his.

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If he'd realized he was hurting her, Mortie would have stopped, apologized and never done that again. As it was, her response told him she liked what he was doing, that he wasn't too rough, didn't bite too hard. That it was okay. He was trusting her to tell him what she liked and wanted but to also tell him what she didn't like. If it was too much or not enough as he familiarized himself with every inch of her, one kiss or caress at a time.

With this kiss, her mouth open and accepting, her tongue sliding against his and her lips pressed so hard against his, Mortie moaned. He was doing with her tongue and mouth what he longed to do to the rest of her body. He wanted to be inside of her now, needed to be. He broke their kiss off and lifted his head again, he wanted to look into her eyes, needed to be assured that she really did want this. "Yes?"

He asked the single word as he grasped her hip in one hand, poised himself at her entrance again, tightened his fingers that were tangled in her hair. He arched his back, muscles bunched holding himself at the ready. He wouldn't do anything without her permission but once it was given, he'd let himself go, show her how much he wanted--needed her tonight.

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It took a moment for her to realize that he was speaking to her, that yes was somewhere far, far away and she had no clue it was directed to her. Not until he started to move, not until she could feel his fingers grabbing at her hip. Opening her mis-matched eyes she blinked blearily up at him as if she had just been awaken from a deep sleep. He had managed to lull her into some sort of trance in which the only thing that she could focus on was his mouth, his tongue. It took her a few seconds to come back to the real world.

Swallowing she nodded and then managed to croak out an answer. "Yes, please, Mortie!" He was so close, so wonderfully close. It seemed like she had waited for ages to be with him like this, months, not days. She had given serious consideration to just lunging at him and taking him but she knew that would be wrong. In her world were force was acceptable and violence a norm, it was a bit of a switch to learn that some things were not okay. She hoped that being with him tonight, and other nights would teach her more.

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He pressed another kiss to her mouth to quiet her hoarse plea, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh over her hip as he eased himself into her, a low moan rumbling in his chest as he felt her snug, silken heat encasing him inch by inch. Oh, he'd move faster, harder soon enough but for now...for now, slow and savoring is what he wanted. And deep. He wanted to bury his entire length inside of her and just be, just for a moment.

His breath seemed to catch in his throat as he stilled, his hips meeting hers, their bodies inarguably connected in the best of ways possible. He searched her eyes, loved what he saw reflected there in that brief instant before he began to rock his body against hers. Easing in and out of her, plunging back into her warmth repeatedly--something so rare and wonderful to him, made even better because she wanted it. Wanted him. And she didn't try to hold herself rigid, pretending to be something she wasn't. No, Salome wasn't Viola and that made this all the better.

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It hurt, not badly but enough for her to tense up. That delicious feeling of being stretched out once more, being filled up and claimed. Her mouth went slack as she lost all interest in the kiss, her eyelids fluttering as she focused on him inside of her. Moaning softly she shifted her legs apart just a little bit more to take all of him. God, he felt wonderful, well worth the wait. Unable to help herself she shivered and clamped down hard around him with her vaginal muscles.

When he started to move inside of her she finally opened her eyes. She didn't want to spend this time with him with her eyes shut tight, praying for it to be over. No, she wanted to watch his face, look into his eyes, and know that he was happy to be with her, that this wasn't a bad thing, being with her. Moaning happily she started to rock with him, her fingers grabbing at his sides as she bent her knees and put her feet on the bed to get a better grip.

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He reached back and gently guided one of her slender legs up, over his hip. The change of angle felt better, let him have easier access and get just that much deeper within her. This wasn't just about getting off for him, it was feeding that craving for contact and acceptance and the more he could get from her, the happier he was. He kept his body close to hers, moving against her chest, sliding against her skin as the last of the water from their shower evaporated and was replaced with a slick sheen of sweat their combined heat was creating.

"Salome...." He managed to get her name out on one breathe but anything else was beyond him, just small sounds of pleasure. He kept his hungry kisses short and spaced between increasingly heavier breathing. He just couldn't keep his mouth off of her completely as he watched her face, looked into her eyes. Once or twice he curved his lips into a smile deep enough to dimple his cheeks and crinkle the corners of his eyes. Yes, this is wonderful, you're wonderful. He seemed to be saying as he smiled down at her.

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As her hip traveled up his back she gave a happy groan, the new angle was wonderful, when he thrust he rubbed right up against her, that spot that made her feel oh so good. Between the kisses and the moans she was beginning to get dizzy. It was like everything was too hot, to heavy and she couldn't breath properly, It was intense and for a minute she thought she was going to start to panic, and there was a probably really good chance she would have if it wasn't for his voice whispering her name.

"Mortie, oh, Jesus. You are so amazing." She breathed up at him, her eyes round, focused on his face as she ran her fingers up through his hair, grabbing on to the thick strands. Even his hair felt hot, what had once been cool and damp was now steaming hot, everything was. Beads of sweat rolled down her temple, and appeared on her arms as they rubbed together. She tried to concentrate on his face, on the way he smiled, how he looked down at her with such . . . adoration. It was almost too much for her to handle. Curling her toes she let out a cry as she arched herself up into his arms. "I am so close, Mortie!"

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On some level it struck him as wrong that she was so young and so well versed in what they were doing, but as she arched up against him, urging him on and so close to completion he only wanted to give her what she was asking for. His hand moved from her hip, traveled between their bodies (occasionally being trapped between them as skin met skin in that eager slapping of bodies coming together)and slipped between them. his fingers seeking out her clitoris, rubbing roughly against her as he continued to thrust into her. Fingers kept the same rhythm as his hips, increasing speed and pressure as he let his own pressing need to let go take over.

He dropped his head to her shoulder, face to her neck, his breath hot and his skin sticky against her. His eyes closed tight as he concentrated, his mouth working against her skin, in part because he wanted to taste her and also because he was simply trying to breathe while being surrounded by her. The silent words his lips formed weren't for her ears anyway, his was talking himself through this, telling himself it was right and there was no wrong here. It was habit and had little to do with Salome, but he always did this before he could let himself climax. Convinced himself it was okay to feel this way.

Besides, if he had to work a bit longer to get there, he could guarantee she'd come first. And that's what he wanted. To feel her come again, the image of her in his arms on the living room floor, his fingers in her the other night...he wanted he to grab at him like that again, cry out that way for him.

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Her cheek was pressed to his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him as best they could, clinging to the sweaty limbs as they moved together. When she turned her head to kiss his shoulder and skin, she could taste the salty sweat and she eagerly licked at it, sucking and nibbling over the flesh. Lost in how good it felt, how surrounded and saturated she was with him she didn't even notice when he slipped a hand between them, not until it was too late. His fingers touched her clitoris and her body arched. Already on the edge of an orgasm, it was the last little thing she needed to push her over the edge. Unable to control herself, she pushed her nails into his skin and cried out as he came around him. Her hips slammed up against his, forcing herself on him as she cried out his name. "Mortie! God, yes! Mortie!"

The orgasm was so overwhelming, all encompassing, it was as if the room went black. All she could feel was pleasure, and in that haze she scratched at his back, trying to hold on to something tangible while she was lost in what he had given her. When she finally started to come down, her breathing started to slow and she relaxed her grip on him, still murmuring his name. After shocks ran through her body causing her to twitch, to jerk up into him as she panted weakly.

As the room came into focus, she laid limply in his arms, her eyes glazed over as she tried to recover from something like that. "Oh . . . Mortie . . ."

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He hissed as her nails dug into the skin on his back. It took a lot of willpower to not twist and look over his shoulder to see if she was leaving marks or drawing blood. Her reaction was so much more intense than anything he had been counting on and it took him by surprise.

She also pulled him along with her, over the precipice. The way she clenched around him, her body shuddered beneath him and the way her voice sounding in his ear...it didn't just turn him on and fuel his desire for her, it lit something inside of him and he continued to thrust into her, harder and faster now, he just wanted to come. To feel what she was feeling. Release.

He looked down at her, her limp body, her glassy-eyed expression and for just a moment he had the best of both worlds. The depths of his twisted compulsion obviously knew no limits because it was her warm, spent body that finally caused him to come himself, spilling into her with a cry of his own. He pulled her against himself for one final thrust, actually enjoying that he was the one that had to expend all the effort to do it. Familiar. Good.

He let himself collapse on top of her then, weak and breathing hard himself, but managing a gasp of shocked laughter. He'd just made love to someone vibrantly alive and he liked it. More than liked it. Then he realized that she was alive and considerably smaller than he was and he was probably crushing her.

He hooked a heavy feeling arm around her waist and rolled onto his side, bringing her with him. "You...wow..."

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The best part for her was his orgasm, it meant that he was happy, that he was satisfied, and she had done something right. His thrusts rocked her, jarring her to the extent that it almost hurt. But like when he first entered her, the pain aroused her, made her aware of the act. Believe it or not she had lost hold of the fact that they were actually making love after she had come. Brain melt down.

Holding on to him as best she could, she whimpered as he draped himself over her. He was very big especially after something like that, when she had no energy at all to push him off of her. When he rolled them on to her sides, she took a deep breath of fresh air and groaned slowly. She had to pull away, she didn't want to, but it was so fucking hot. Long limbs, shiny with sweat untangled from his and for a moment she laid on her back, eyes half closed as she let the air cool her body.

It didn't take long to cool off, and all of a sudden it seemed as if she was very alone in a very big bed. A great sadness washed over her and she shuddered. Looking back over at Mortie, she quickly moved back to his chest, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She couldn't be away from him right now, she needed his strength and his heat.

Everything was confusing, over whelming and she was unable to stop two tears from rolling down her cheeks. Not sure where they came from, or why she simply held on to him and nodded quickly. "You were amazing, Mortie. I've never orgasmed like that before."

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He made a noise of protest when she rolled away, he wanted to keep her close, actually enjoying the suffocating heat because it wasn't something he was used to. He turned his head to watch her laying next to him and when she rolled back to him, he readily embraced her again, kissing the side of her face.

He didn't realize she was crying, the moisture mistaken for sweat as it fell against his skin, ran down the side of his neck. He did start to caress her back lazily though, wanting to sooth the seemingly frightened behavior, get her to lift her head and look at him. "I'm glad it was good for you."

Oh, pillow talk. This was something he had little practice with. He pressed another kiss to her cheek then let his head rest against hers. "I'm sorry...I didn't plan to do this, like this. I thought, I mean I wanted to wait until...I guess it doesn't matter, does it?"

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There were a few more tears as he caressed her back, calming her down a little. It wasn't that she was sad, so much that she was so happy that she simply couldn't help herself. She had never felt that way and so it was slightly frightening, she wondered if she was crazy, who cries after sex? After really, really fucking good sex?

Sniffling a little she pulled back and wiped her face off quickly before looking up at him and putting on a happy, content smile. Shifting a little so she could still be close to him, but still looking in his eyes she nodded a little. "It was very good, very, very good. Was it good for you?"

Shaking her head she lent over to kiss his lips gently, a hand brushing dark brown hair away from his face. "I know you didn't, but I am glad we did, it was worth it, really worth it." While her fingers brushed through his hair, she gave a tiny, well satisfied sigh. "It doesn't matter, Mortie, what we did wasn't wrong. It was beautiful."

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He smiled at her then, reaching up to brush a stray tear from the corner of her eyes with the pad of his thumb. He didn't think anything of it, he knew it was a normal emotional reaction to being overwhelmed. "You're beautiful."

He meant that, he loved the shape of her face, her different colored eyes. Her smile. Sighing with contentment, he stretched a bit and relaxed against the pillow under his head, ran his free hand down his chest and scratched at his skin lightly. Drying sweat itched.

"It was better than I had thought it would be and I thought it would be amazing."