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His hand landed on the side of her ass. A brief, light little slap that felt too good. Too hot.
“Breathe in. Deep. Every time you breathe in, I can go deeper. ” He panted. “Breathe. God, Janey, I have to fuck you. Breathe, damn you. ”
She breathed in, inhaling when she wanted to exhale on a scream as the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscles that would have held him back.
Then she screamed. Or she tried to scream. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. He was working inside her in slow, easy thrusts that pushed him deeper, deeper inside her, until she felt the slap of his balls against her pussy.
“Son of a bitch,” he cursed behind her.
She felt moisture drip to her back, knew he was sweating. She was moist with perspiration. Dying for more.
“Touch your pussy,” he ordered roughly, his hands clamping on her hips. “Fuck yourself with your fingers now, Janey. Let me feel you riding your fingers, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to last long. ”
She was crying, begging. She pushed a hand between her legs and buried two fingers inside her sex, immediately clenching, tightening on them as he jerked behind her and pushed in deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck. ” His voice was harsh. “Ah hell. Janey. ”
She felt his control snap. She felt it in the hard grip on her hips, in the jerking motion of his hips. Then he was fucking her. Taking her ass with deep, powerful strokes as her fingers filled her pussy.
She could feel him. Every throbbing, heavy vein, every powerful inch of flesh stroking inside her. She felt it in the burning stretch, the driving thrusts. His control was gone, and her sense of reality exploded as her clit rubbed against her palm and her fingers stroked her pussy to orgasm.
She was screaming for him, feeling the orgasm that tore through her, quaking through her nerve endings, harder, deeper. Her release was so powerful, so vibrant, that she felt every hot spurt of his seed filling her rear. Each drop of his cum pumping inside her as she wailed out her pleasure.
She was crying, limp and trembling, shuddering with the after-math of a release so intense, so deep, she couldn’t seem to gather her shattered senses in order.
Alex still covered her, still filled her. His heavy, warm body was like a blanket over her, like a shield between her and the world, holding the pleasure inside her, keeping the warmth around her.
And she couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop tightening around him. Exhaustion seeped inside her, and yet she could feel adrenaline racing through her.
“Ah, baby. My Janey. ” His voice was a low, sated rumble at her ear as he kissed her neck, the cheek turned to him. “My sweet love. So sweet. So fucking good. ”
She gasped as he pulled back, easing from her.
“Come here, love. ” He pulled her against him, his hands stroking down her back, over her arms as he held her
against his chest. “There, darlin’. Just lay here. ”
Alex couldn’t hold her tight enough, couldn’t get her close enough to his chest. His heart was beating in slow, heavy thumps, the release that had powered into her body having shaken him. The strength of it, feeling as though it jerked more than just his seed from him, had nearly destroyed him.
He needed to get up. He needed to clean her, clean himself, but he couldn’t let her go. He wrapped himself around her. He had to shelter her as close inside himself as he could get her.
And yet he could feel the need for more. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t physical. It didn’t make sense. But he knew he needed more.
SEVENTEEN
The cell phone ringing brought Natches awake. He stared blearily at the clock by the bed, then at the window. Hell, it wasn’t even fucking dawn yet.
Pulling the device off the nightstand, he checked the caller ID first. Unknown name and unknown number? That wasn’t possible. This was a DHS-equipped phone. It showed everything but what the caller ate last.
He flipped it open. “Yeah?”
He was already moving from the bed when the voice came over the connection.
“You have e-mail. ” It was distorted. He knew the sound of electronic voice distortion. He pulled his jeans over his legs, zipped them, delaying as long as possible.
“Did you hear me?” Anger snapped across the line.
“Who is this?” He let his voice sound drowsy, sleepy.
