[She bears down into each thrust, body arching against his, trying to feel as much as possible. At the same time, she presses her chest even closer, tangled up tight with him, until she can feel the rise and fall of his panting on her own lungs, imagine that the pounding of his heart is hers coming back to life. It just turns her on even more, fanning the heat in her belly. Even if she can't squeeze out a second orgasm this time, it still feels damn good.
The obvious is true - she hasn't had anything like this in ages, and she doesn't give a damn whether this man sees her as anything more than a casual acquaintance. Sex can be pure, wild fun for her, but this was what she had been needing, this face-to-face closeness, something that she can pretend is passion. This was the craving she needed to get out of her system, the desire to feel real and alive. It could be that she never meets anyone again who loves her, who wants her in every way, but at least right now she feels less lonely.]
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The obvious is true - she hasn't had anything like this in ages, and she doesn't give a damn whether this man sees her as anything more than a casual acquaintance. Sex can be pure, wild fun for her, but this was what she had been needing, this face-to-face closeness, something that she can pretend is passion. This was the craving she needed to get out of her system, the desire to feel real and alive. It could be that she never meets anyone again who loves her, who wants her in every way, but at least right now she feels less lonely.]