It took her a moment to get it out -- he was hammering into her so hard and fast, that it was all she could do to hold on for dear life. Eventually, however, her stuttering -- punctuated by moans, half-spoken words and garbled blasphemies -- formed a word. "Oh, Dekka!" And as she came again, once that word had fallen from her lips, it came again and again as she pushed her hips back against his needfully: "Dekka, yes! Dekka, Dekka, Dekka!"
All caution was gone, swept away by a desire that had only built in their years apart...one that Calent, in spite of his prowess and endurance, could never hope to fulfill.