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She squealed in surprise as the cold, unmistakable iciness of gelati hit her skin.
“That’s freezing!” She said on a laugh, propping up to watch the cream colored dessert pool between her rounded breasts.
“Mmm,” he agreed gutturally. “Not for long.” He lowered his mouth over the ice cream and dragged it to one of her nipples. He sucked on her breast, and the combination of his warm mouth and the cold ice cream sent her overwrought nerves spiralling into a tormented sexual frenzy.
She cried out as he scooped more ice cream onto her other breast and transferred his attentions, sucking and licking until she was incoherent with raging desire. “Too good,” she screamed, as her whole body began to shake and tremble.
“Mmm,” he agreed, putting some ice cream into his mouth and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her, and her whole perception of the world tipped on its axis. It was their first kiss, and it seemed to spark some kind of connection in her brain. She lifted her hands and dug her nails into his back. Her long, slender legs she brought up around his waist, hooking them at the ankles and holding him tight.
His arousal was nudging at her entrance and she lifted her back, clinging to him and begging him to take her. To release her from the agony she was suffering. But he laughed, quietly and gently, and lowered his mouth to her neck. When she didn’t unhook her legs, he reached down and gave her bottom a tap, firm enough to make her squawk in surprise.
“There is time,” was all he said in reply.
He was in complete command of the situation, and Maggie was a passenger on his train. Well, she could handle that. If the last ten minutes were anything to go by, she was about to have the most mind-blowing sex of her life.
He scooped some more of the ice cream onto his tongue, and pressed his mouth lower, against her most sensitive parts. Now, Maggie couldn’t help but scream. She was already throbbing with the need for release, and the freezing cold dessert against her over-heated nerve endings was unbearable.
“It’s too much,” she said groggily, as waves of pleasure began to build in an undeniable way. “Too much.”
“The best sex always is,” he agreed conversationally, lashing her harder with his tongue.
Her orgasm was more intense than she’d known possible. Her body seemed to fall apart at the seams, and were it not for her soft, creamy skin, she suspected she might have become unstitched.
“We were right,” he said with a twist of his lips, as he came to brace himself on top of her.
“Right?” She blinked, her mind sluggish and unable to keep up.
“Very compatible.”
Maggie nodded, but her desire was far from satiated. “Yet to be completely proven,” she said with an inviting smile.
His laugh was like warm butter on her body. “That’s true.” He nudged his erection towards her, watching, transfixed, as she seemed to be holding her breath in excited anticipation. Veronika had conditioned him, and he kept waiting for that moment when this woman would change her mind. When she would push him away and say that she wasn’t in the mood.
But Maggie didn’t. She dug her nails into his buttocks, trying to push him towards her faster and deeper. “Please,” she groaned, as he kept himself poised just at her entrance. “I need you.”
“You need me?” He asked with surprise. It had been so long since a woman had said as much to him. How long had he been married to the calculating, beautiful bitch? Three years? He shook his head. Time to lay that ghost to rest. By laying this delectable temptress instead.
He plunged into her, hard and deep, crying out as her muscles expanded and then tightened around his length. He froze, as he adjusted to the sensation of this woman. With surprise, he noticed how perfect she felt for him. How completely her body seemed to welcome his. He moved, slowly, at first, watching her face to understand what pleased her. Then, faster and faster, stoking her fires so that they burned hotter and hotter.
When she came, she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, and her hands pressed into his back. He had seen her do it twice, and he thought it was possibly one of the most addictive reactions he’d known. He thrust once more and chased after her, finally freeing himself.
God, he hated his wife, and now, he had finally broken the bonds of their marriage and separated himself for good.
He rolled away from the redhead, pleasure and relief coursing through him. He was free. He reached over and wrapped some of her hair around his hand, marvelling at its lustrous glow. “Is this your natural color?”
Maggie’s laugh was genuinely amused. “Yes.”
“Why do you laugh?”
“I don’t know your name,” she pointed out, a little dishonestly. “And you don’t know mine. And yet you ask about my hair color?”
“Do names matter?” He asked seriously, his dark eyes scanning her face.
Maggie shrugged, spectacularly un-self-conscious in her naked state of recline. “No. I suppose not.”
“Good. We are in agreement then. No names.”
“Fine by me.”
