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“The clubs go on the market tomorrow.” He helped her finish with his belt and fumbled at the close of his pants.
“Oh, Serge, you don’t have to do that.” Her eyes grew round and the smile slipped from her face. “I was kidding. I don’t care if you want to keep the clubs.”
“I don’t need the clubs. I don’t need anything but you,” he said as he slid her underwear down her legs.
“Are we really going to do this?” she asked, breathless as she pulled her skirt higher.
“There is no way I could restrain myself.” He freed his aching cock, not bothering to dispose of his boxers or pants. He couldn’t wait for them both to be naked; he was too desperate to feel the connection between them.
He dipped his head, sucking a nipple through her lace bra as he pressed into her, moaning as her slick heat enveloped him, making him feel more at home, more complete, than he ever had.
“I didn’t mean that.” She gasped and lifted into his thrusts, shoving his pants lower on his hips. She dug her fingernails into his newly bared ass, pulling him deeper into her welcoming body.
“The ring is in my suit jacket.” His thrusts grew faster, deeper, until he slammed into her with abandon, unable to control himself. He’d been too long without her. Thank God she seemed as close to the edge as he did.
“When did you get that?” Her words came in breathless pants as she arched closer to his hips, muscles strung tight as she neared the edge.
“The day before I packed your suitcase.” He moved his thumb down to her clit, applying firm, circling pressure.
“Chicken.” She squirmed and bucked beneath him, her nipples drawing into tight nubs that showed through the wet lace. “I’m so close, so—”
“Come, Katarina. Come for me,” he demanded, knowing he couldn’t hold off much longer. She was too beautiful, too perfectly tight and slick and eager as she ground against him.
She cried out as she came, gripping him with those long, beautiful legs, pulling him deep into her clutching sheath. He joined her seconds later, his eyes squeezed shut against the painful intensity of his orgasm. Bright lights flashed behind his lids as his body was overwhelmed with bliss, a bliss he knew he would only find with this woman, his woman.
“I love you,” he said as his cock continued to pulse within her.
She smiled at him through half closed eyes, cradling his face in her hands, her love tangible in every stroke of her fingers.
“Shall we honeymoon in the tropics?” He pulled away from her long enough to fully remove her bra. “I want to fuck you in the ocean as soon as possible.”
“I was thinking Outer Kartolia,” she teased, using her toes to shove his pants clear of his ankles.
“I wanted to strangle that bastard.” Serge unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs.
“I didn’t know if you’d heard.” She came to her knees, kissing him hungrily, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders and exploring his naked body as if she couldn’t wait to relearn every inch of him.
“I heard, the stupid fool.”
“For loving me?” she asked.
“For thinking I would ever let you go.” He pulled her to her feet, kissing her as they stumbled to the side of the room. He spread her legs and hitched her up around his waist, where she locked her ankles behind his back.
“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he confessed, once again sheathing himself inside her, shocked that he was hard again so quickly. He hadn’t been able to recover this fast since his twenties.
Love. It was by far the most powerful aphrodisiac.
“You don’t have to.” She moaned as he held still within her, rocking against her clit. His hands clenched into the flesh of her ass and her breasts pressed against his chest, making his entire body feel alive and whole.
“I’ve wanted you to take me against a wall since the first day we met.” Her eyes slid closed as she raked her nails down his back.
“Great minds think alike.” He began to pump slowly in and out of her, taking his time, relishing the intense feeling as each inch of him slid in and out.
The woman did things to him, wicked, wonderful things.
As her body tightened around him, Serge let himself go as well, his arms locked around the one who had almost gotten away, the sinfully perfect woman of his dreams.
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