I tried to sort things out, but my mind was just sort of blank. I felt like an ass for the way I treated her. I almost had my beer finished, when I he...rd the bedroom door open. She walked out and came toward me, but stop short of coming out into the balcony. I have some things to say to you, and then you can decide on what you plan on doing about us. She sniffed as she came out onto the balcony, and sat down in the other chair next to me. First, I love you very much, I have from the day we. "No, goddammit! FUCK ME!!" She started bucking her hips up to meet mine, twice as fast as I was moving.I got the idea. I started moving faster, really slamming into her, pistoning my cock in and out, grinding my pubic bone against hers as I bottomed out against her cervix. All the while I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock, and her juices spurting out, coating me. The vise-like feeling increased, and I didn't know how long I could hold out, but I kept slamming into her. Sweat. Another finger followed, and then he was pinching and twisting it, driving our kiss much deeper at the same time. We had been waiting too long, and this lit a conflagration. All pretence at a slow pace evaporated and we were suddenly clawing at each other, biting, pushing, teeth on teeth. Our hands were roaming feverishly, touching anywhere and everywhere. “Wait!” I managed to pant, pushing him away. I had planned this so carefully as a special experience for him and I didn’t want to compromise. Look at all the crap Simon pulled on him. He slept with his wife and then married her after Dag divorced her. He can’t be clean. There’s too much money involved. Dag moved two billion dollars in assets to charities over Thanksgiving weekend. But Simon isn’t hurting for cash. He blew up his own plane and was able to get from Cuba to Croatia with new ID and no financial hardship. Angel owns this villa—read that ‘mansion’—and I’m sure she’s got a couple of million stashed away for retirement.I.