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Hugh laid her down across the sofa, his hands ripping the clothes from their bodies. Then he was covering her, and she could barely keep from drooling as he took himself in hand, stroking from base to tip so that a milky drop appeared.
She wanted to lick it, taste it. No, taste him, and more. So much more. Only he was faster…
She moaned, biting her lip in pleasure as the feeling of a finger sliding through her sent a white-hot shiver of delight coursing through her centre. It was a poor substitute for a real cock, but she’d missed the feeling of having something inside her for so long that she hardly cared and began rocking against the invading digit.
“Fuck… Yes… give me that cock… oh-my-god… I need it, yes…”
Oh god, what was wrong with her?
It had never been like this, even in those years after Victor was born and Patrick had spent more and more time away on business trips. She had kept her composure and forewent the sexual urges. Life had been simpler back then. Her days had been full, the nights lonely, but she had been too preoccupied with her role of being a young mother to give much thought to her neglected libido.
Now, however, things were different. Victor was away at university. She was alone, and what she had once thought insignificant was resurfacing with a vengeance.
She was shaking, every nerve in her body tingling with sensations as she used her thumb to play with her clit while working two fingers in and out. Almost mindless with the clawing need to cum, her body tensed under the duress of hot waves and she moaned again, only louder, not caring who heard as she came for the first time in longer than she could remember.
God, how had she gone without a man for so long?
Then, as the waves receded and afterglow settled, she felt it.
It was only a momentary distraction. A prickling sensation of awareness that tickled the back of her neck and tingled through her skin, but it was enough.
Someone was watching her.
The thought had her on instant alert, the vulnerability of her position, and the repercussions of what she had been doing, suddenly glaringly oblivious. Nervously, she looked up and around at the upper windows of the homes that encircled her back garden. They were all dark behind the drawn curtains and blinds, however, that did not distract her from the certainty that someone was out there.
She could feel their eyes on her and strangely, rather than feeling violated by the intrusion, it was turning her on all over again. The idea that someone she couldn’t see was watching her through the gloom thrilled her, made her belly flutter and core pulse excitedly. It was such an exciting feeling, it almost tempted her to give her audience an encore.
God, when had she become such an exhibitionist?
From his hideaway, Hugh had a near perfect view of Elizabeth rising up out of the hot tub and towelling herself dry. She seemed to take her time and spent much more time than necessary patting away every lingering drop of water before wrapping the towel around herself and hurrying back into the house.
All right, genius, what now?
Tucking his still-stiff erection back into his trousers, he glanced back down the pathway. He could go back the way he’d come and try the front door again. She would hear him this time and answer, but then what would he say? He hadn’t given the matter any thought on the drive over, and after what he’d just witnessed, he’d probably be as tongue tied as a virgin on a date with Madison Ivy.
Or he could go home, think on the matter a little bit, then come back in the morning, after she’d…
After she’d what? Calmed down? He dismissed the notion immediately. He wouldn’t go back, not now. He’d waited too long for this chance. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, he…
He wheeled around, crossed the garden, and stormed up the porch to the back door. Knowing it was unlocked, he twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
Elizabeth stood with her back to him, her towel replaced by a black silk dressing gown that barely covered her lush derriere. He could hear her humming a low melody as she busied herself with fastening the belt around her waist. Unable to resist the opportunity, he crossed the kitchen in quick strides and reached out a hand to cup her arse.
Totally oblivious to his presence, Elizabeth shrieked and whirled around, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
“Hugh! What are you-”
Her reprimand quickly died as he seized her lips with his, silencing her with a deep kiss. For one harrowing moment, she tried to break free, wriggling and squirming and pushing against the solid mass enveloping her. However, his powerful hands held her close, crushing her to him. Then his tongue swept past her lips, and the fight left her completely. He felt her relax, and he urged her back, his big hands squeezing her butt, then hoisting her up onto the counter.
There were no words or gestures. No explanations given or required.
His need for her was like an all-consuming fire in his blood, a raging inferno that would not be sated until he had devoured every bit of her. With a mind to do just that, he took advantage of his new leverage to deepen the kiss, their tongues becoming locked in an intimate dance that had them both panting with passion as he moved in between her splayed thighs.
She braced her hands against his torso, urgently pushing his jacket down his arms before moving up to bury themselves in his hair. Their hips were rolling together in synchronised motions and they wantonly devoured one another until the need for oxygen forced Elizabeth to pull away. However, Hugh was not so easily deterred and trailed kisses along her jaw before bending down to nip along her neck, making her gasp and moan in undisguised delight. “Oh God … No … We can’t … we shou-oh!”
Her protestations were weak and lacked any conviction when spoken amidst such needy tones. Paying them no heed, he crouched down between her thighs and hitched her long legs over his shoulders. She didn’t fight him, and he turned his eyes up to hold her gaze as he dipped his head.
Elizabeth couldn’t believe what was happening.
