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feel…"
                  She moaned and he felt her rise up off the bed as she came again. There was nothing more beautiful in the world. Her body clamped down on his, squeezing his cock and sending him over the edge.
                  He grasped her hips and drove into her again and again.
                  "I'm going to cum- I can't-"
                  He groaned as his seed erupted from his shaft, coating her womb with his essence. Again and again he came, it seemed to go forever. His hips jerked as he thrust wildly out of tempo.
                  "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Oh Jesus!"
                  He collapsed on top of her, covering her neck with kisses. He'd never cum that hard, or that much, in his life. Not even close. It was as he pulled out and was treated to the delicious sight of his white seed on her dark pink lips that he realized something.
                  He'd forgotten to put on a condom.

Eleven
     
     
     
     
                  Denise rolled over, stretching her body languorously. She felt amazing. Sore, but in a good way.
                  A very, very good way.
                  When she woke up it was to see Ansel sitting in front of the fireplace with a guitar. He was playing softly and humming a tune. Every now and then he'd stop and write something down.
                  She slipped her robe on and came to stand behind him. He was shirtless and the firelight danced over his chiseled muscles and remarkable physique. She couldn't help but marvel at his masculine beauty. That was the right word to use- he wasn't merely handsome. He was beautiful.
                  They'd made love all night. He had to race the day after tomorrow- she glanced at the window and saw that the sky was already growing light- no, he had to race the day after today.
                  "Hey."
                  He turned around, looking like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
                  "Hey beautiful."
                  She sat down beside him on the throw rug in by the fire.
                  "I didn't know you played."
                  He looked sheepish.
                  "Yeah, it's sort of a hobby."
                  "It sounds like more than a hobby Ansel. It sounds good ."
                  "I'm glad you like it. Because I wrote it for you."
                  Denise's lips opened in sweet surprise.
                  "Want to hear it?"
                  She nodded. Ansel started playing a song with no lyrics. It was sweet and slow, tender. But it built to a fiery crescendo. It was good- as good as half the stuff you heard on the radio, if not better.
                  "That's beautiful Ansel. Thank you."
                  "I'm glad you like it. Because I have to ask you something that might put you in a slightly less congenial mood."
                  Denise took a deep breath and nodded. She was afraid to wonder what the question might be. She was almost certain that she wasn't going to like it.
                  "Alright."
                  He set down the guitar and took her hand. He squeezed her hand and looked up at her.
                  "Denise…"
                  "Yes?"
                  "Are you on the pill?"
                  Her shock was complete. This was the last thing she'd been expecting. Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she shook her head.
                  She was an idiot. How could she have forgotten birth control? Because he'd overwhelmed her, that's why. But it wasn't his fault.
                  "After the first time I realized I'd forgotten to wear a condom. I should have said something then. But I