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But was I going to stop her? Hell no. Her breasts swayed as she shifted her straddle farther down my legs. Her hands came into contact with the button on my jeans, and my cock throbbed and strained against the zipper. Involuntarily my hips rose, and I tried to school my breathing.
Since the hotel, I’d been terrified of the possibility of never seeing her again. I’d suddenly understood why they pulled agents off active duty if they got married. All I’d been able to think about was her.
The zzzpt sound of my zipper going down made me wish I practiced some kind of Zen Buddhist religion. If I could find my center, I might have a chance of lasting long enough to make love to her. But it seemed Diana was in the mood to torture me.
Slim-fingered, delicate hands grabbed on to the top of my pants and boxers and tugged them down. Scooting back, she pulled them down past my ankles, and I lay before her, naked as the day I was born. Diana’s eyes traveled from my toes up my shins, to my thighs, and fixated on my dick.
My cock jerked as if to say hello. She shimmied back up my body, straddling me again at the knees. She supported her hands on either side of me.
“You’re very big.”
I grinned. “I love a woman who appreciates what she sees.”
When she leaned directly over my straining cock, her long hair brushed against my skin, and her breath floated over the rigid length of me. It only took two puffs of breath from her, and my control snapped.
My hands banded around her biceps, and I hauled her up against me so I could kiss her. Flipping her onto her back, my hands flew to the waistband of her jeans, and I all but ripped off the button in an effort to get to her skin.
Yanking down the denim, I slid back up her body and wedged a knee between her thighs.
Against me, I could feel the moisture of her slick core through her panties. I tried not to think about how soft she was. I needed to go slow with her. My cock, on the other hand, had a mind of its own and pulsed against her thigh.
I gave her a peck on the lips before tracing featherlight kisses along her jaw. When I nuzzled her neck, Diana giggled. When I went from nuzzling to nibbling, she moaned. My hands enjoyed free rein of her breasts, testing the weight of the full globes, teasing the tight buds to pucker. Her hips rose to meet mine every time I tugged on one of the rose-colored tips.
My lips continued a path down her ribs to her belly button. When the tip of my tongue dipped into the tiny crevice, she parted her thighs on an exhale.
Lifting my head, I watched her expression as I stroked her slick folds with my thumb. She widened her legs and transferred her hands to dig at the sheets. Gently circling the nub of her clitoris with my thumb, I eased one finger into her slick, dewy channel.
Immediately her muscles clenched around my finger, and a tingle started at the base of my spine.Shit. All I was doing was touching her, and I was already about to blow.
Slowly my finger retreated, then entered her again. When she exhaled, she whispered my name. The soft “Rafe” filled the silence in the room.
All I wanted was to hear her say it again. I slid my finger inside her again, followed by an achingly slow retreat, and she whispered, “Oh God.”
Diana rotated her hips under my hands, coating my fingers with her juices. “Rafe, please—”
With her hips doing half the work, I began moving my fingers again. Gently making love to her while my thumb stroked her clit. Her hips began to move in time with increasing tempo. She rode my fingers, and I was mesmerized by her soft flesh. Gently I removed my fingers, ignoring the protest from her, and instead replaced them with my tongue.
Diana gasped and sat up in the bed, but I didn’t stop, just held her legs wide, splaying her softness to me. While my thumbs parted her folds, I lapped at the sensitive flesh as she quivered around my tongue. The more I lapped at her, the wetter she became.
I could tell the moment she gave in to the sensations. She lay back against the sheets and held my head in place while trying to widen her thighs. Tracing circles around her clit with my tongue, I drove her higher and higher until her whole body tensed.
Her inner walls quivered against my questing tongue, and her breathing came out in labored puffs. Placing a gentle kiss on the sensitive button, I drew myself back up her body, using my elbows as support. She blinked up at me with wide eyes. “You’re very good at that, Mr. DeMarco.”
“You sure do know how to stroke a guy’s ego, don’t you?” I drawled.
Diana reached between us, and her delicate fingers closed around my rigid length. My vision blurred, and that tingle started at the base of my spine again. I’d known it from the moment I first saw her—Diana was trouble.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t your ego.”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “Jesus, Diana.”
She pumped me again but this time brought my cock to her dewy center. I hissed a breath and squeezed my eyes shut. Why did she feel so fucking good?
Diana’s nails scored my back, and I groaned. “Fuck. Diana.” I pushed in to the hilt, and she hissed beneath me. I tried not to move, to let her get accustomed to me and breathe for a minute. But that voice in my head wouldn’t stop.Rush. Take. Brand. I withdrew by increments, and she hissed again.
Her breathing still ragged, she slowly smiled up at me. “Yes. Rafe, please don’t stop.”
That was all the invitation I needed. Withdrawing to the tip of my cock, I surged forward, keeping up that slow and steady tempo until she started to claw at my back. Her hips pumped against mine, her velvet sheath swallowing the length of me.
