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"Good?" he teased.
"Not until I have you inside me."
He eyed her possessively as he kicked his boots off and climbed out of the leathers. The bulge of his cock sprang up, long and thick, its head beautifully defined and dark with blood.
She watched as he rolled a condom on then laid over her, his cock resting against the tingling folds of her sex. His closeness overwhelmed her with a new rush of sensations. She was intoxicated by him, absorbed by his presence. She breathed deep the musk scent of his body. It swept through her like a cloud of smoke, immersing her senses in its cover. She whimpered her frustration and a wave of sheer lust took her over. "Please, Zac, please."
His eyes flashed at her, his mouth in a passionate curl. He nudged, then drove the full length of his shaft inside her. She cried out in pleasure. His cock throbbed, crushed deep inside her and she clasped at him with her inner muscles, relief sinking through her senses.
He moved, slowly at first then with more impact—and with the precision of a well-oiled machine, each stroke carefully measured for optimum impact. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hand on his buttocks, where strong muscle drove him deeper into her with each flex. Each thrust was so exquisitely full, and yet bordering on pain, her sensitive flesh a riot of sensation. He had driven her to distraction and now he was moving so in tune with her body that she felt as if she was about to come again, every time the swollen head of his cock crushed against her center.
"You are so beautiful, and when you come you look like a goddess," he whispered. He moved in deep, even strokes, a controlled movement that brought them mutual pleasures while holding off his final reward. She was powerless to do anything but enjoy.
When their movements became more fevered she bucked her body up against him. He stroked her torso and he traced the lines of her body with intimate attention. She clung to him, desperate for release. She felt a sob at the back of her throat.
He slowed and she hovered on the brink. She clutched at him as the imminent release wavered to and fro. His hands roved through her hair then his mouth covered hers. She met his kiss with bliss—and with desperation.
Her sex was drenched and as his tongue plunged into her mouth she moved with him again, the pressure of each thrust spreading the heat of imminent climax through her body, right up to her throat, where it seemed to burn. She spoke his name to let the heat escape.
"I don't think either of us can hold back any longer," he muttered through gritted teeth, the tension in his body attesting to it. His cock was rigid, his balls high against her buttocks.
"No," she managed to reply, her head rolling on the pillows. Her legs moved around his hips, locking him in against her. The mutual pleasure of it shot between their locked eyes. Their bodies were harmonized. They moved in quick, even strides, barely parting but to press home again.
He turned his face into her breasts, drawing his tongue along her skin. They were pacing, ever faster, towards crescendo. As the orgasm came close his hand slid over her pubic bone, pressing her mons down as he moved against her. His brows were drawn down, his eyes intense. A bead of sweat slid slowly down one side of his face.
Heat welled from her womb, as if a heavy hot liquid was held in her pelvis. A shock wave released it and it buoyed up against the full head of his cock, where it lodged itself deep and hard inside her.
"Oh yes...yes." His body arched and bowed against hers, and finally his cock moved alone, their bodies falling still in the moment of mutual climax.
Abby was still floating weightless, when he stroked the final ripples of pleasure through her with one trailing hand. He kissed her gently, then disengaged. She watched him walk to the bathroom. Never before had she felt so perfectly sated, so complete. She snuggled against the comforter, sighing deeply.
When he returned he lay alongside her, tilted her head back with a finger beneath her chin and looked into her eyes. "You wear sex so well, Abby." Curiosity spilled from beneath his hooded lids.
She couldn't speak. She didn't want to break the spell. Her hand coiled round the place where she had seen his tattoo. She looked at the image. It showed a yin yang symbol resting in a bed of thorns. It had a tribal quality about it, but she suspected it was personal to him. The design twined his bicep to meet at the back of his arm. She stared at the image, mesmerized by it, tracing its possible meanings.
He ran his hands through her hair, spreading it loose across his pillows. "I see the many different colors of the October trees."
"It's a mess," she murmured, taking off her earrings so they didn't get trapped in the mess overnight.
"A beautiful mess." He smiled, teasing her lips with his fingers.
She closed her eyes and let the sensation lift her, the gentle brush of his fingertips against her mouth causing her nerve endings to fly away from her control. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, gently kissing her back down to him.
She stroked his forehead, pushed her fingers into his hair then trailed them lightly across his face. When her hand dropped he pulled her across his chest, locking her there with his arms. One hand rested against his chest, the other lay over the tattoo etched beneath the skin on his arm.
Chapter Five
"Open wide," Suzanne instructed as she reached over to the box of chocolates she had propped up on her spare pillow, and pursed her lips as she selected one. "Here you go." She rested the chocolate on his lower lip until he reached and bit into it.
Chewing slowly, Nathan looked at her mouth. It was swollen from hungry, lust-fuelled kissing. Her cheeks were pink. Both suited her. She reminded him of a gangster's moll from some old black and white movie.
"Good?"
He nodded. "Hazelnut."
"Right." She poked about in the box and picked one out for herself.
He watched it disappear into her mouth. He'd never been big on chocolate, but he was learning to love it. So long as she was lying naked on top of him and feeding them to him, he was prepared to eat them forever. He took a deep breath, lifting her with the swell of his ribcage.
