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It's been three years since Josie Montes' sister was murdered.
Three years since Josie was the last person to ever see her; three years of nightmares and guilt. Now Josie wants to take control of her life again. Attending Helmond Univers...
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Year 2, semester 1 Sunday, 4 November 2018
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"Oh, God," Josie moaned, arching her back. "Don't stop."
One good thing about Harry was that if Josie told him to not stop, he didn't. Oftentimes, the men she had been with often thought that "don't stop" meant they were doing something good, so they wanted to do more to make themselves and her feel better. But "don't stop" didn't mean "do more", it simply meant "do what you're doing and don't fucking stop." And Josie was very happy that Harry understood that and didn't fall into the trap that men often seemed to do. Well, at times he got a bit overeager, but he stopped himself from going further if Josie pointed out what he was doing.
With her on her back on Harry's tall bed she had her left ankle on his right shoulder while her other foot was wrapped around his waist. He was holding onto it as he pounded into her, looking down at her where she laid, mouth parted as he panted on top of her. Both Nathan and Mason were out all day, so Josie had put a note under Harry's door earlier, asking him if he was free, and he had sent one back simply saying, 'Yes', and so the two of them quickly found themselves tangled together in the sheets of Harry's bed. It seemed like they both needed that in the middle of exams, presentations, essays, and, in Harry's case, dissertation writing. The stress of all of that had gathered in every single one of their limbs, so just a few seconds of relief and release was very much needed just then.
As the heat of Josie's core started to intensify, she gripped the sheets above her head, closing her eyes as the warm feeling of the oncoming orgasm took over absolutely everything she knew. Harry must have sensed it and though it looked like he was about to cramp up, continued to do exactly as Josie had instructed him earlier.
"Put my other leg on your other shoulder," she said, and he did it, placing his hands on her thighs all the while keeping the pace of before.
The pressure of both of her thighs did it, and she arched her back again, feeling her nails dig into her palms. She came hard. It rocked through her as Harry moaned on top of her, the simple sight of her enough for him to react. Josie moaned his name over and over and groaned and gasped her way through her climax, looking up at the ceiling above afterwards as she tried to regain her breath. She smiled a little to herself, feeling immensely better than she had done all stressed in her room earlier.
