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God he loved this. Seeing her like this. The agent disappeared beneath the woman’s demands as those demands took over.
She sucked greedily at his cock head. Her hands stroked the shaft of his erection and his balls as they drew up tight at their base.
He was in an agony of sensation now. Her hands were silken heat, her nails rasping, her mouth. . . . Sweet heaven, her mouth was like ecstatic fire licking over his flesh as her heated, wet pussy rubbed against his leg.
She was pleasuring him as she pleasured herself. Taking him and twining deeper into his soul as she did so.
Chaya lost herself in each touch, in each taste of Natches’s hard body. As though she had been born for this, to belong to him.
Drawing back she licked the hard crest one last time before allowing her tongue to taste the thick, silken shaft. Heated iron met her lips, silken heat stretched tight. Heavy veins throbbed with anticipation just beneath the flesh, and with each lick, she swore his cock grew harder, pulsed harder.
“You’re killing me. ” His voice was graveled, thick and rasping as she kissed the base then licked the tightly drawn sac below.
He flinched, jerked, and moaned hard and low.
Chaya clenched her legs around the hard thigh rubbing against her pussy and knew she was drowning in this pleasure. She was sinking into a sensual storm and had no idea how to save herself. She didn’t want to save herself. She wanted to ride the waves. She wanted them cresting over her, surrounding her, swamping her.
She lifted her head and dragged herself over him, embracing his muscular hips with her thighs and lowering herself onto the rigid, heated flesh rising to her.
“There, Chay. That’s it, sweetheart; take me. All of me, Chay. It’s all yours. ”
She stared into the narrowed bands of green as he watched her, his expression twisted into lines of savage lust and determination.
She couldn’t keep from sobbing at the pleasure. The feel of him penetrating her slowly, taking her as his hands moved up her back, down her arms, then his hard fingers linked with hers.
“Take me, Chay,” he demanded. “This ride is all yours, baby. ” He was barely buried inside her, his cock throbbing, eager to take her.
“Ride me, Chay, like we’ve both dreamed. ”
She straightened, flung her head back at the incredible pleasure racing through her, and she took him. Slow and easy, then with quick, shallow strokes. Her hips twisted, rose and lowered and she lost that final piece of herself.
Nothing mattered but the pleasure. Nothing mattered but the sensation of flying within his embrace, knowing he was there to catch her if she fell, that he would hold her if she faltered, and he would give her the reins when she needed them.
She needed them now.
Holding on to his hands she took him to the hilt, feeling all that wild heat and hardness penetrating her, stretching her, a burn that was pleasure and pain, and she gloried in it.
She twisted against him, and she rode him as he lifted beneath her, driving his erection deeper and harder inside her. Perspiration gathered between them. It rolled down her shoulders, ran in rivulets down his chest. Slick and heated they clashed together, twisting and thrusting, strokes that speared straight to her soul as the driving rhythm grew, deepened, heated until she was exploding, flaming out of control and screaming out his name.
Deep wracking shudders jerked her body tight as her womb spasmed, her vagina convulsing, milking around him as his hard, throttled shout was followed by the deep, heated spurts of his seed inside her.
Chaya’s eyes jerked open, met his and locked. She felt his cock jerk inside her, felt each pulse of his release, and felt her body heat and shudder further at the feel of it. That final hard orgasm rippled through her as his gaze held hers, as his soul wrapped around her. Forcing her to see, to know, nothing in life could be as good as right here, in his arms.
As the final, desperate tremors washed through her, she sank slowly against his chest, just fighting to breathe, to make sense of the woman she became when Natches touched her. Because it wasn’t the woman she had known before she met him five years ago.
It was as though he had opened something inside her during that time in a cramped little hole in the desert. He had rescued her. He had protected her. And as danger swirled around her he had teased her and made her want to fight at a time when it felt as though the fight had been sucked out of her.
And that was how he made her feel now. Like fighting. Like tearing down the obstacles she knew stretched between them, and she knew it could be done so easily.
She could betray Natches, or she could betray the rules she had lived her life by. And at this moment, she knew the choice she was going to make. No matter what tomorrow would bring, she chose Natches. The naughty dream that haunted her, the man who owned her soul.
I love you. She mouthed the words against his chest because she couldn’t bring herself to say them yet. As sanity began to whisper through her mind once again, that one shred of fear remained. She had only told one person in her life that she loved them, and that tiny vision of purity was gone now, jerked from her so brutally that she had feared she wouldn’t survive it.
That edge of fear still held its grip on her, strangling her with the words that wouldn’t whisper past her lips and bringing tears to her eyes as she held on to Natches tighter.
“I love you, too, Chaya,” he said, his voice rough. “It’s okay, baby, because I love you, too. ”
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