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“Sing something else,” he says. “Something of your own.”
I shake my head, putting Old Susannah back in her case. “Not right now.”
He looks disappointed…up until the moment I unbutton my pants and let them fall to my feet, followed by my underwear.
Turning my back to him so he can see my butt—if there’s one thing I know about Hamlet Jones, it’s that he’s a butt guy—I glance at him over my shoulder. He’s frozen in place, with his jaw hanging open.
And I feel like a goddess.
This tall, muscular, beautiful man is gaping at me with complete reverence. I can bring him to his knees with a single word.
And I plan to.
“Come on, Hamlet,” I coo. “Are you really going to make me beg for it?”
Six
Annie
Iwalktothewall of the cave and run my hands over it, marveling at the feel of the cool stone against my skin. I’d expected it to be rough, but it’s not. It’s smooth.
I glance over my shoulder again. Hamlet is still frozen in place, with his eyes glued to my bottom. I slide one hand down, between my legs. “Are you going to make me please myself again?” I moan, making it clear what I'm doing.
In three long strides, he crosses the cave. He nuzzles his face into the side of my neck, planting hot kisses along my collarbone. Then he reaches his hand around, covering my own, pressing it harder against my mound. “I love when you touch yourself,” he growls.
His other hand slides up my shirt and inside my bra. He squeezes my nipple and I cry out as heat floods to my very center.
He guides my fingers inside my pussy before sliding his own thumb onto my clit.
My fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit, his fingers tugging at my nipple—it’s too much. The pressure builds, sending me up, up, up…
Hamlet bites my earlobe, and that added sensation sends me over the edge, where I shatter into a million pieces.
I tremble uncontrollably, trying to catch my breath. Hamlet wraps his arms tightly around me, as attentive as ever, holding me so I don’t collapse to the ground.
“Sweet Annie,” he whispers in my ear. “My sweet, sweet Annie.”
When my legs can support themselves again, I turn to face him. His pupils are dilated, and his nostrils are flared. I fumble with the button of his jeans, yanking at them until I’ve freed his beautiful cock. I grip him in my hands, stroking the length of him.
“Please tell me you have a condom.”Please, please, please…
He bends, retrieving one from his pocket. Within a second, he’s ripped open the package and rolled it on. He’s no stranger to sex, but I knew that already.
“Fuck me, Hamlet,” I beg. “Please. Hard and fast. Don’t be gentle. Not right now.”
He swears under his breath, pressing me against the wall and thrusting inside. I’ve never been more wet in my life, and he slides inside easily. Even so, he’s big—so much bigger than I expected. He fills me completely, stretching my walls.
Then his mouth finds mine, devouring me as our bodies slam together. Where every cell of my body was filled with music before, Hamlet has taken its place. I’ve never felt so connected to another person.
As the friction of our bodies brings me to another climax, my cries echo off the cavern walls. It’s as if the mountain is rejoicing with me, celebrating the greatest orgasm of my life.
Hamlet caresses my face, tracing my freckles. “Thank you for giving yourself to me.”
I know he’s thanking me for the sex, but I’ve given him more than my body.
He doesn’t realize it yet, but he owns my heart, too.
Seven
