<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">At her plea, Cameron abandoned her breasts to grip her hips, almost hard enough to bruise.  He held her still while he thrust into her, deep and hard and desperate.  Then he set a rhythm for both of them -- him rocking up, her rocking down, until they were both panting for release.  <br/>
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His back arched as his hands clamped down on her, grinding up into her.  "Oh -- oh God, I am so close, sweetheart -- come with me," he begged.  "I want to feel you come too, my love, please."  He didn't even try to disguise his begging -- didn't try to hide it with flowery words.  <br/>
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Light exploded in Cameron's eyes, and his fingers curled as orgasm crested, shoving him over the precipice.  He filled her to overflowing, feeling it seep down out of her and onto him -- feeling her clamp down on him and milk his seed.  He could do no more than hold on while the passion swept through him, gazing at her in awe and wonder that such a woman would ever desire him in her bed.</span></span>