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He knelt beside her. “What, this?” he asked, taking her hand and putting it on his cock.
Moisture raced to her sex and she bit her lip. Encircling him as much as she could, she slid her hand up and down... Slow, easy strokes. Mike watched her intently for a few long moments, then, when it got too much, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back, savoring her attention.
There was such power in this act. She literally held his maleness in her hand and could, if she kept going, bring him to a rollicking climax. While part of her wanted to, another part screamed, No way.
She wanted him inside her. Wanted that heat, that strength, that hardness. She wanted him to split her open and fill her up and bury himself so deep she would never again feel empty because he would have made himself a part of her.
“Make love to me, Mike,” she whispered, dying for him.
He reached for his pants pocket. She stilled his hand. “You don’t have to do that.”
He raised a curious brow.
“I called my doctor’s office in Chicago the Monday after we first had sex and had her call in a birth control pill prescription. I’ve been on them long enough for it to be safe.”
His dark eyes gleamed with pleasure. She suspected he’d wanted to take her with absolutely no barrier as much as she’d wanted to be taken that way.
“Did you have to wear a bag over your head when you got the prescription filled at the local pharmacy?”
She laughed softly. “No, but I did mention to the lady at the counter that I really hoped they’d even out my horrible, irregular periods.”
His turn to laugh. Then the laughter faded, and they were once again focused on every touch, every quiver, every sigh. They exchanged long, slow kisses and longer, intimate touches. He seemed content to touch every inch of her, giving her toes as much attention as he did her breasts. And in the sunlight, she was free to explore all the wonderful ridges and planes of his body.
Finally, when the sweet tension was almost unbearable, he moved between her thighs. She savored the weight of him on top of her; the hair on his legs brushed against the smoothness of hers, his flat nipples rubbed her taut, sensitized ones.
He kissed her deeply, erotically, as he slid his cock against her slickness. She parted her legs farther, arching up to welcome him. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as they shared kiss after deep, wet kiss.
He entered her slowly, sinking into her a little at a time, and she moaned against his lips. The heat of him, the strength of him, filled her mind as well as her body and she found herself focusing on every tiny sensation. Her skin was entirely sensitized, from her head to her toes. She had never been as utterly in tune with herself as she was now, which made it all the more easy to focus on the intense sensations Mike provided.
“This is amazing,” she whispered, kissing his earlobe, scraping her nails on his back.
“Yeah, it is. You’re so hot, Lindsey, so sweet and wet and tight.”
The lack of a condom had taken things from amazing to heart-stopping. Having nothing separating them, not even the barest sliver of rubber, made more of a difference than she’d ever have imagined. When he finally thrust deep, filling her completely, she screamed out the bliss of it to the blue sky above. A startled bird took wing from a nearby tree, cawing as it streaked across the sky, and for a moment, she knew how it felt to fly.
It would be like this. This weightlessness, buoyed by the cloud of tenderness and emotion surging between her and Mike. And he was taking her high, so incredibly high.
They found a rhythm and began to rock to it, thrusting easily, slowly. Then faster. And faster.
She was soon gasping, clinging to him with hungry desperation. He’d taken her high enough. Now it was time to soar and fall back to earth.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Mike.”
He braced himself on one elbow, moving his other hand between their hot, slick bodies. The very moment he scraped his fingers across her clit, her climax erupted, low and strong, building and shooting out until she felt it to the very ends of her hair.
“Oh, yes!” she yelled, not giving a damn if she scared every bird or boar off the island.
Mike groaned and thrust, his breaths harsh, his eyes glazing. Staring at him, thinking about what he’d just given her—what he was still giving her—was enough to push her to the edge again. When he finally spilled over into his own ecstasy, she followed him, spinning, flying, falling.
But convinced he’d be there to catch her.
Afterward, spent, they collapsed together on the blanket, limbs entwined, heart rates slowing. He still held her close, kissing her temple, stroking her belly. Lindsey went from closing her eyes and dozing off to staring straight up to enjoy the beautiful blue sky overhead.
