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She arched her back, her head falling back as he entered her from behind. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering candles on the nightstand. They had met two weeks ago on Reddit, in a thread about loneliness and connection. Their conversation had been intense, filled with shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the ache that comes with being alone in a bustling city like London.

Tonight, they were here to do away with that loneliness.

"Fuck," she whispered, gripping the edge of the bedsheets tightly. "You feel so good."

He thrust harder, his hands gripping her hips firmly. The sound of their skin meeting echoed in the quiet room. He could feel the tension building within him, but he wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment. She was different from anyone he had ever been with. There was a raw honesty in the way she responded to him, a vulnerability that made him want to protect her even as he took her.

"Tell me you like it," he demanded, his voice gruff.

She nodded, her breath hitching. "I love it. I love everything about this."

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So perfect."

She moaned softly, her body trembling beneath him. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't stop."

Her words spurred him on, and he quickened his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her with renewed vigor. He could feel the heat between them, the electric spark that had drawn them together from across the miles. In this moment, there was no distance, no barriers. Just the two of them, lost in each other.

"I'm close," he admitted, his voice strained. "Are you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her nails digging into the sheets. "So close."

With one final, powerful thrust, he drove himself deep inside her, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He held himself there, buried deep, as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. She followed moments later, her own release sending ripples through her body that matched his own.

They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies entwined, breaths mingling as they caught their breath. Finally, he eased himself out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, turning to face him. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, her lips swollen from his kisses.

He smiled, reaching out to trace a finger along her jawline. "It was. You were amazing."

She blushed, ducking her head. "We should do it again sometime," she said shyly.

He chuckled, pulling her closer. "I think we both know that's not going to be a problem."

Their conversation drifted to lighter topics, discussing the mundane details of their lives that they had shared online. But as the night wore on, the energy between them grew once more, a silent agreement passing between them.

She rolled onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. "Do you want to go again?" she asked, her voice sultry.

He grinned, his cock already hardening at the thought. "You read my mind."

This time, she took charge, straddling him as he lay on his back. She guided him inside her, her wetness making it easy. She began to move, slowly at first, teasing him, drawing out the anticipation. He watched her, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her.

"You're driving me crazy," he groaned, his hips lifting slightly, urging her to pick up the pace.

She obliged, sinking down fully onto him before rising up again. Her movements became more deliberate, more urgent. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying just inches from his face. He reached up, cupping them in his hands, thumbing her nipples until they hardened.

"Suck them," she commanded, her voice breathless.

He did, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before biting down lightly. She cried out, her hips bucking against his. He alternated between the two, keeping her off balance, her entire body quivering with need.

"Harder," she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Please, harder."

He complied, increasing the pressure, his teeth grazing her flesh. She threw her head back, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her body tensing. "Oh god, I'm going to come."

He pulled her down onto him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Come for me," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel it."

With a strangled cry, she did, her orgasm washing over her in waves. He felt her walls clench around him, milking him as she rode out her pleasure. It was too much, and he followed her over the edge, his own release hitting him hard.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, panting heavily. For a while, they lay there in silence, simply enjoying the feeling of being close, of having someone who understood them so completely.

Finally, she stirred, rolling off him and onto her side. "That was... wow," she said, her voice soft.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Yeah, wow is right."

She smiled, nestling closer to him. "What now?"

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against him. "Now, we sleep."

But sleep didn't come easily. The passion that had ignited between them still simmered beneath the surface, a low-burning fire that neither of them could ignore. As his breathing slowed, her hand found its way to his hip, her fingers tracing the line of his waist.

"Can we..." she began, her voice hesitant.

"Anything," he replied immediately, his tone firm. "Just tell me what you want."

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned up on one elbow, looking down at him. "I want you inside me again," she said, her voice steady. "But this time, I want you to make me come with your mouth."