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"You make me burn with that look in your eyes," she said huskily.
He had to swallow before he could speak. "Fair. You make me burn just being in the same room."
She expelled a soft sigh. "I don't care if you say the same thing to all the women you sleep with, I like hearing it."
"You're the only one."
Cupping her own breasts, like she was offering them to him for his pleasure, she smiled. "Even better."
Making a primal sound he'd never heard from himself before taking this woman to his bed, Lysander stripped out of the rest of his clothes with lightning speed. Then he crossed the few feet that separated them and pulled her against his body.
Her arms came up and landed on his shoulders, her pillowy breasts pressing into his chest. "I thought maybe you were going to stand there and look at me for the rest of the night."
"No chance." Not when touching and tasting were in the offing.
Her laughter went straight to his dick, succeeding in the impossible…making him even harder. This is what she did to him. Every time.
Even before her divorce, she'd turned him on. Lysander had avoided her because she was so completely off limits, but now she washislover. He reveled in the ability to slide his hands down Rowan's silky back and over her curved bottom. His hips thrust forward of their own volition rubbing his erection against her stomach.
She gave a throaty purr and he was lost.
Lysander picked her up so their sexes could kiss and she helped him, spreading her legs and hooking them around his hips. They kissed, eating at each other's mouths, her moans vibrating against his lips and his hardon pressing against the silk barrier of her panties.
She broke from the kiss. "I want you, Sander!"
He didn't bother to respond with words, but lowered her so she was once again standing. Then he dropped to his knees and slid her panties down her legs. The scent of her arousal perfumed the air around them.
Pressing her legs further apart, he shifted forward and tasted her.
She cried out and leaned back against the stone wall of the balcony.
There was something so decadent and primal about making love outside. The balcony gave them complete privacy, but the air brushed their skin like another lover's caress.
He pleasured her with his tongue and fingers, sliding one into her slick, hot entrance. He pressed up and rubbed on that spot that sent her into raptures. She squirmed, her legs buckling, and he held her up while he tasted her sweet nectar.
"Please, Sander…" she moaned out. "I need you inside me."
Swiping at his face with the back of his hand, he stood and gave her exactly what she was asking for, thrusting inside her with unerring accuracy honed over the multiple times they'd made love in the last two days.
Her silky flesh gripped his cock tightly as he pushed deeper into her soaked depths.
Lysander was grateful she'd told him after their first time that she was on birth control. He'd shown her his health results and told her he hadn't had a lover since the tests. She'd had hers on her phone and insisted on doing the same before agreeing to forego the condom.
He'd realized he didn't need to see her test results to believe her though.
He trusted Rowan like he never trusted anyone. Lysander knew deep in his gut that she would never lie to him.
Their bodies locked together, he took her mouth in a breath stealing kiss just in time to stifle her scream. Rowan was a noisy lover.
And that turned him on more than he thought it could.
They moved together for long moments, but as much pleasure as this joining afforded, he couldn’t get the angle he wanted. Rowan seemed frustrated as well, breaking from the kiss to shake her head and moan.
"Try a different position?" he asked, his voice just above a growl.
"Yes.Something. I'm so close."
He disentangled their bodies and turned hers, so she faced the balcony. "Lean on the wall."
