A Man After Midnight by Beth D. Carter

the rustle of a condom wrapper before his rock hard cock pressed against her tender anus.  She held her breath and waited.
    “Relax,” he whispered.  “I’m going to make sure I don’t hurt you.”
    He pushed in a little at a time, taking his time as he sank past the tight ring and then further into her ass, until he had sheathed himself all the way.  He took a moment, hunched over her back, to take in deep breaths as a shudder wracked his body.
    Caroline moved a bit, discovering that far from feeling uncomfortable, she actually felt full in a completely different way than traditional sex provided.  He moved, began to pump in and out, bringing his huge cock almost all the way out of her ass before shoving back in.  She grunted with each thrust and his thumb found her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. 
    “Oh!”  She moaned.
    “Am I hurting you?”  He paused as he waited for her reply.
    “No, please!”  She begged and wiggled her ass.  “Keep going, please!”
    She pushed back against him, the pain lessening with every thrust.  It never fully went away, but it gradually subsided to a burning that actually intensified the clitoral stimulation.  He traveled a hand up her back, fingers splayed across her spine as he pushed her further down on the bed.  Her back arched as her ass went higher in the air.  He left her clit, instead grabbing her hips and giving her a moment to adjust to the new submissive posture before notching up the pounding into her ass.  She curled her fingers into the bed’s blankets as her forehead dropped down, submitting. 
    She panted, arching back into him as much as he leaned into her.  He pulled her back hard onto his cock, using his hands to manipulate her movement.  Each thrust slammed deep, his balls banging out a staccato rhythm against her clit.  Deeper and deeper he went, harder and harder she took it, loving the way he was losing control. 
    “Rub your clit,” he grated in her ear. “Make yourself come, because I’m not going to last.”
    She obliged, reaching between her thighs to touch herself. It didn’t take long for her own pleasure to spike. 
    “Go,” she moaned.  “Go, go, go!”
    He gave a harsh groan and erupted. The sensation of his cock swelling inside her, along with her own stimulation, made her lose control.  She shuddered as her climax hit, and a loud buzz roared through her ears.  Euphoria strung her tight, balancing on the high wire, until the onslaught drained her of energy. Wren collapsed on top of her, both their bodies crashing to the bed below. 
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    Later that night, they lay curled up spooning under the covers.  The curtains to the window were wide open, allowing the glow from Times Square to illuminate the room with a pale lambency. Caroline knew Wren lay awake behind her.  He lightly traced an indistinguishable pattern on top of her arm.
    “What are you doing today?” 
    Caroline glanced at the red digits on the clock, taking note that it reported a quarter past midnight.
    “Aldy and I are going to a matinee,” she told him.
    “Already bought your tickets?”
    “Yes.”
    “You leave today.”
    “Yes,” she answered, though technically he hadn’t asked a question.
    “What holds you in Baton Rouge?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “What’s your life like?”
    “Oh,” she said, pausing as she thought of her reply.  “I grew up there, so it’s comfortable.  My parents still live there.  I’ve got friends.  Not Aldy, of course, but people that I can rely on.  Have fun with.  I like my job.  Why?”
    “Just trying to get a mental picture of you,” he told her.  “I’ve noticed you don’t like talking about yourself.”
    “No, I don’t.” She sighed.  “You asked, ‘who is Caroline’ … and I couldn’t answer, because I’ve made some dumb choices and talking about those choices hurts.”
    “Have you found an answer yet?”
    “Truthfully, I don’t know how to answer it,” she