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‘Right.’
He stepped towards her, ripped his fresh tee shirt over his head, shrugged out of the jeans and was gloriously naked in less than two seconds.
Her mouth, like her robe, fell to the floor.She no longer cared about her body, she only cared about his—about getting her hands on the utterly perfect form before her.
They stepped forward, any polite hesitation abandoned.It had already taken too long.His mouth fastened onto hers, tongue searching.Leaving no doubt as to what he wanted, what he was going to have.And from the speed with which they were both moving, he was going to have it all soon.
The last of her anger was consumed in flames of desire as his big hands weighed her breasts; her tight nipples begged to be taken into his hot mouth but it was his thumbs that teased them.She shifted restlessly, rocking her hips towards him.He bent his head to kiss down her neck and suddenly her legs couldn’t seem to hold her weight any more.He caught her against him and took them down to the floor together.
They kissed and touched like the sensation-starved.She was starved, and she badly wanted everything she sensed he could give her—that release, that completion.
His fingers sought her out, curving into her.He lifted his head and his eyes glowed.‘You’re wet for me.’
She nodded, boldly reaching out to him.‘You’re hard for me.’
He grinned, tight, his anger forgotten too as anticipation sharpened.‘Definitely some sort of reaction.’
And then he made her wetter, with his fingers teasing, swirling, stroking at the particularly sensitive area just north of where she wanted to bury the hot, hard length she had in her hand now.She squeezed him firmer and his fingers worked faster.She stretched her legs as wide and as tight as she could, driving her hips back and forth towards him and her hand hard up and down him.She wanted to master him, wanted to make him take her—completely.His breathing was choppy, as was hers, and, groaning, he grabbed her hand with a death grip, stopping her from rubbing him, yet continuing to torment her with his other extremely clever hand.
And then he slid down her body, replacing those fingers with his mouth, and all she could do was lie there and let him muzzle into her, so intimate and so intense.He kissed and licked and then the fingers were back too, sliding right inside while his scalding mouth sucked deep.
Sensations were rushing on her now—but she didn’t want to burst yet, not like this.
‘No!’she called desperately.‘No, no, no.It’s cheating.’
He froze, moved to look into her face.His grip bruising her wrist.‘Cally?Cheating?’
She curved into him, pressing her hips against his as she realised he thought she meant something else entirely.If she was going to get what she wanted she’d better spell it out for him.This was a one-weekend-only special.She had nothing to lose and the chance for an experience of a lifetime.Why let nerves or embarrassment ruin that now?So, despite knowing her cheeks must be purple, she spoke.‘I want to come when you’re…when we’re…’
The black thunder cloud lifted from his brow.‘You want me inside you when you come?’
She nodded.‘I want you to come too.’
There was a grunt of laughter.‘That’s not going to be a problem, sweetheart.’
‘Six for six.’
‘No problem.’His hands moved to caress her breasts, teasing her nipples.‘We’ll do it your way this first time, but I want to taste you as you come one time, though.’
Heat flamed her cheeks further.‘Ditto.’
His fingers flicked faster.‘Definitely not a problem.’
They kissed again then, finally on the same page.His hips settled between hers and she felt the silken head of him pressing at her wet entrance.
He surged forward, one long stroke, filling her completely—hard.
Her head fell back, throat bared to him in ultimate surrender, and her eyes fluttered, the cry coming from some primal place deep within as she felt every glorious inch of him push deep.
He stilled.And then slowly he pulled back, almost leaving her body completely.She opened her eyes at that and was about to complain when he surged forward again, even harder.The completion, the satisfaction at finally having him there, made her cry out again, raw.
In a tormentingly slow rhythm he retreated again.She moaned, wanting him to move faster.Her hands slid harshly up his upper arms, she spread her fingers on the broad bunch of his shoulder, the tips curling into the muscle, pressing deep on the bone.She cried out again as he hit her with another powerful thrust.
Her breath hissed as he tipped back once more.She saw the confident smile on his face had been wiped and was replaced by concentration on her and wholly on her.‘Cally,’ he muttered.Her legs locked, muscles burning with tightness, and she dug her heels into the carpet, pushing her hips up to meet his with all her strength.
And this time, as he thrust to meet her it wasn’t a cry.It was a scream.
Shudders ravaged through her; wave upon wave of almost unbearable ecstasy washed over her from head to toe.Her body contracted around him, again and again, squeezing out the satisfaction it had too long been denied.
