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He pressed his fingers deeper inside her, moving them slow and easy in thrusts calculated to destroy her control as he sucked at the hardened bud of her clit and felt her flying higher.
And still she relished the flesh she had in her mouth. She sucked at him until he felt as though his soul were being drawn from his body. She licked, her fingers stroked.
Their breathing was rasps of desperation in the stillness of the room, their moans filled with tortured pleasure.
John felt his heels digging into the mattress as he fought back his release. The muscles of her thighs were tight, her body vibrating with tension.
“Enough.” He moved quickly, lifting her from him and pushing her to her back. He jerked up the condom he had tossed to the upper corner of the bed and rolled it over his cock before he came over her.
“Like hell.” She moved before he could push between her thighs.
John almost laughed in sheer delight as she pushed him against the bed on his back and moved over him.
His hands caught her hips. “You damned little wildcat.”
“Remember it.” She panted as she straddled him, moving until she was pressing the hot, wet folds of her pussy against the swollen head of his dick, nudging it against the tight opening.
Gripping her hips, he grinned up at her as he held her back, making it harder for her to impale herself upon the heavy length of his shaft.
“Oh, I’ll remember it, love,” he assured her, barely able to breathe for the silky heat cupping the tip of his cock. “I’ll remember it very well.”
He loosened the hold he had on her hips and nearly threw his head back in ecstasy as she took him. Rapid bolts of fiery sensation tore through his cock, his balls. His thighs tightened, his hips arched, thrusting his shaft harder, deeper inside her as he fought back the release that nearly slipped his control.
God help him. Nothing in his life had ever been this good. Nothing had ever been this hot. Nothing had ever affected him as Bailey did.
“John.” She whispered his name, and he could do nothing to hold back the groan at the need to hear more, his real name on her lips, the knowledge that she remembered the man he had been. That she knew the man inside her.
Reaching up, he drew her to him, her lips to his, a kiss that fueled the hunger raging inside them as their tongues fought and dueled, licked and stroked.
Hips clashed, writhed, perspiration built. There was nothing between them, nothing held back, and it was unlike anything John had ever known in his life.
It was like nothing Bailey had ever known, either. She had slipped past simple pleasure; now each touch of his flesh against hers was torturous ecstasy. It was blending of fire and ice, desperation and rapture. She felt as though she were being stroked with pure lightning, hot flames that whispered over her flesh with rapture.
Tearing her lips from his she rose above him, her hands braced against his stomach, her hips churning, writhing against him. Her clit rubbed into his flesh as he filled her to overflowing, stretched her beyond pleasure.
Her head fell back as that pleasure began to tighten in her womb. Pinpricks of sensation began to dig into her flesh as her nails raked against his stomach.
She could feel the whirling sensation as it attacked her senses. The feel of his cock inside her, throbbing, shuttling in and out in deep, rhythmic strokes. The steel-hard, iron-hot flesh stroked tender nerve endings revealed for the first time in five years. It rasped over them, throwing them into a conflagration of sensation that she couldn’t control.
She had lost control long before this. She was riding a wave of such pure pleasure that control was impossible. It tossed her, churned around her, tore through her until she was crying out his name, begging for release, more than aware that he was controlling it, holding it back. Taking her into a maelstrom she had never known in her life until the explosion tore through her.
She was trying to scream his name, fighting to, but she couldn’t find the breath to force it free. His hands held her hips fiercely as he thrust beneath her, plunging into her, throwing her higher with each stroke into an orgasm that threatened to destroy her.
Bailey arched her back, trembled and shuddered and fought to be free of the intensity of sensation racking her body. She was only barely aware of John beneath her now, thrusting hard and heavy inside her until, with a shattered groan, he gave in to his own release.
And she felt it. Despite the condom separating them, she could feel the hard, heated throb of his release. The fiery sensation of his seed spurting against thin latex, barely held back, but still heating inside her as another wave of sensation ripped through her.
She was flying. Color exploded behind her closed eyes, lightning struck through her veins, thundered through her body. She was lost inside a pleasure she couldn’t control, lost in the man that no woman had a hope of controlling.
The ride was like being thrown into the heart of an exploding nova. Light and color, sensation and sound. Melding.
She felt melded to him. Inside his skin and sinking deeper by the second as she wilted against his chest.
His arms surrounded her, his hands stroked down her back as he whispered something at her ear. She couldn’t process thought yet. Hell, she didn’t want to process thought. She didn’t want to hear, think, or rationalize at the moment. She simply wanted to feel. She just wanted to be a part of him as long as possible.
“Easy.” She finally heard the soft word and realizing she was still shuddering, trembling in his embrace. “It’s okay, baby, I have you.”
John had her. She could feel him holding her, soothing her, wrapping around her from the inside out.
