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Slowly he pushed forward, inching inside my channel until he was fully seated inside me.
    I looked up at him as he slid inside my body, running my hands over his shaking arms, hard with muscle. The look of wonder on his face made me feel like my heart was going to burst; I felt so good that I was able to make him feel this way.
    He didn’t start pumping away at me, he just remained still for a while as if he couldn’t believe we were actually doing this either. He leaned down to kiss me, his eyes very tender as he pulled away.
    “I always dreamed of making love to you,” he whispered.
    “I did too,” I confessed.

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    “This is better than anything I ever imagined.” I smiled, too afraid of what I might say, because I gave myself completely to him in that moment. My heart was lost and I was his forever.
    He started to move and he moaned with the sheer pleasure of it. “You’re so hot inside, so tight….” Damn, he felt good. He was just the right size for me, filling me but not hurting me, long enough that his shaft dragged over my prostate with each slow glide, sending shivers of pleasure through me. But most of all, this wasn’t all about cock. I had never loved the person attached to the cock fucking me before, and it made such a difference. This wasn’t just fucking for sex; this was love.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to hold him inside me forever. He started moving faster now, still looking down at me with that startled expression, as if he couldn’t believe we were actually doing this.
    The feeling of him moving over me and inside me, his hard abdomen rubbing against my cock was more exciting than anything I’d ever experienced.
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    people could ever be and he was made to be inside me. We fit together perfectly, inevitably, like two pieces of a puzzle.
    I came without him touching me, shooting off into space with an orgasm so powerful that I was dizzy and lightheaded with bliss. The heat of my release burned my skin as he continued to glide in and out.
    His face was limned with ecstasy as he thrust harder. I could feel the pulse of his cum, hot inside the rubber and wished that one day I could feel him come inside me without that barrier. He stiffened above me for a moment, his arms trembling before he let out a shaky breath and lowered himself to rest against my body. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him, and pressed my cheek against his as he panted for air.
    “That was amazing,” he finally said in a quiet voice.
    “I’m glad.” That was inane, but I didn’t know just what to say. I still worried that he’d never done this before and maybe now that he’d gotten it out of his system, he’d feel differently than I did.
    “I always loved you, you know,” he said, as if taking up a conversation from years ago.
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    “Seriously. When we were growing up, I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”
    I turned nuzzle his throat. “I resigned myself to living without you.”
    “So,” he started in a conversational tone, “what do you do?”
    “For a living?”
    “Yeah.”
    I cracked up and we both started laughing like loons, so hard that his softening cock slipped out of me. I moaned in disappointment.
    He took care of the condom and got up with an athletic grace that I had always admired, coming back with a wet cloth and wiping his stomach and mine, before settling next to me again. I rolled into his embrace and shivered again at the warm kiss of his naked skin against mine.
    “I’m a writer.”
    “Really? Is that what you went to school for?”
    “Agriculture and writing.”
    “What do you write?”
    I grinned. I knew he’d get a kick out of my job. “I write catalog and instructional copy for farm equipment. Power Mule.”

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    “ The kick of a mule and twice as tough ?” he sounded amazed.
    “Yeah, that was me.”
    “Well, it worked. I’ve got all Power Mule stuff out in the