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“Just get comfortable,” she urged in an enticing whisper. “I want to try something.”
Jeremy managed only a strangled gasp before she climbed over his outstretched legs and lowered her head to brush her tousled curls across his hips. He was already hard and when she sat up to wrap her hands around his cock with a slow spiraling grip, he feared he was about to embarrass himself, and badly.
“Christy Joy, wait—”
She flicked him with her tongue, then sucked him deep, and he was positive she’d been reading more than Better Homes and Gardens. The sensation she created was more intense than anything he’d ever felt, and that this was the same beautiful woman he’d longed for for months made it even better.
An instant before he was completely undone, he grabbed for her curls. “Stop,” he begged hoarsely.
Christy Joy sat up and brushed her hair aside. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, yes, clear to my soul,” he gasped. “Now let’s get you out of that dress.”
She raked her nails up the inside of his thigh as she moved off the bed and felt him shiver. “You’re ticklish. I like that in a man.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Christy Joy giggled as she slid her dress off over her head. Her lace-trimmed slip followed. She worked too hard to have much appetite, so she was thinner than she’d once been, but she still had nicely rounded boobs. She’d worn a sheer bra not expecting to remove it, but she unhooked it slowly just to make Jeremy wait. Then she remembered the stretch marks and turned off the overhead light. The night light cast a friendly glow up the wall by the door, but it wasn’t enough to reveal more than she wished to show.
Jeremy came off the bed to roll her panties down over her hips and, eager to taste her, he ran his fingers along her slit. He pulled her close and kissed her, then twisted to pull her back down on the bed under him. He pushed a finger up into her, then withdrew and licked it clean.
“God, you taste good,” he moaned before nuzzling her breasts.
J. Lyle had loved the feel of her mouth on his cock, but he’d never gone down on her. She knew Jeremy would, though, and arched to thrust her nipple deeper into his mouth. His fingers dipped into her again, then traced teasing circles around her clit. She slid her knee along his hip, then spread her legs to
invite more.
His next kiss tickled her belly button, and she squirmed and laughed. “If I’d known sailors were this good, I’d have joined the navy.”
“It’s just us captains, love,” he corrected.
He shifted positions again, and then his tongue found her clit, already swollen in anticipation. She grabbed a handful of his hair to press him closer still and tried not to pass out from the thrill. She felt him twist two fingers inside her core and rolled her hips in time with his gentle lapping.
When the pleasure he gave bordered pain, she slapped her hands over her mouth rather than scream out loud, but she’d never felt anything half so good. Her cream flowed over his hands, and he drank it up hungrily. This was what sex was meant to be, she thought numbly, absolutely spectacular and completely exhausting.
He sat back for a moment, but before she could utter a soft moan of complaint, she heard him tear open a condom. Utterly limp, she reached out with a graceful stretch to draw him back down into her arms. He nudged her legs apart with his knee, then settled himself between them. He entered her with a first shallow thrust, and she shoved down to meet him, then wrapped her legs around his hips.
He braced his weight on his arms and lay still. He was big, but her muscles contracted around him, welcoming him as he eased deeper still. He couldn’t recall the names of most of the women he’d slept with over the years, but he’d never found such an amazing fit. It was like coming home and, glorying in it, he withdrew only an inch, then reclaimed the full length of her.
She reached for a pillow to muffle her moans, but she felt every sweet stroke clear to her toes and out to the tips of her fingers. “You feel so good,” she murmured breathlessly.
Jeremy licked his lips, tasted her, and withdrew a little farther before again plunging deep. He longed to make the magic last all night, but when she bucked beneath him, he was lost. He swallowed the scream that would have brought the neighbors running and, had he died right there, it would have been worth it.
When he could again breathe deeply enough to focus his eyes, he lay collapsed upon the bed and Christy Joy was gently combing his chest hair. He caught her hand and drew it to his lips. “Let’s catch a flight to Las Vegas and get married tonight.”
She hugged him with her whole body. “That’s a great idea, but Monarch Bay doesn’t have an airport.”
“Oh yeah,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I can stand and walk anyway.”
With their limbs so closely entwined, she didn’t even want to move. “I’m so glad we didn’t wait,” she whispered.
“I’ve waited since that first morning I walked by your shop and saw you standing outside.”
“I noticed you too, but I thought you were just lonely.”
He wound his fingers in her curls and pressed her cheek against his chest. “I didn’t realize I was until I saw you.”
Christy Joy bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back her tears, but they splashed on his chest before she could catch them. “I’m sorry, but everything has happened so fast, and yet, not nearly fast enough.”
