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getting kind of heavy, and I’m starting to think those spots I’m seeing might be a sign of oxygen deprivation rather than just good sex.”
    “Great sex,” he corrected, but he was already wrapping his arms around her and flipping so that he lay on his back on the sofa and she draped over him instead. “But yeah, since I probably outweigh you by a good hundred pounds.”
    Corinne definitely approved of the switch. He made an excellent mattress. Extra firm for comfortable support. Now she had room to stretch, which she did with great satisfaction, the friction of her skin gliding over his bringing a satisfied smile to her face. Satisfied, hell. She probably looked like the Cheshire cat. Only bustier. And most definitely hornier.
    Bringing her knees up alongside his hips she decided maybe she did have the energy to test his recovery Page 24

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    time after all. She pushed herself to a sitting position, which sent his cock deeper inside her and made her smile turn a bit too naughty to be compared to a character in a children’s novel. She planted her hands on his chest and lifted her hips, feeling him harden fully inside her, before sinking slowly back around him.
    Oh, yeah. Definitely naughty.
    She opened her eyes, wanting to watch his face while she rode him. She wanted to see if she could read his reactions and drive him as crazy as he’d driven her. Judging from his expression, she thought she might be off to a pretty decent start. His eyes had narrowed to sharp slivers of green so intense they seemed almost to glow. The color looked even darker and more vibrant than she remembered. In fact, everything about him seemed more intense than it had an hour ago. His eyes looked more exotically slanted, the slash of his brows, darker and sharper. His cheekbones seemed more prominent, and the line of his jaw looked like it could have been chiseled from granite.
    Blinking, Corinne shook her head as if to clear it. Apparently, great sex could affect a person’s vision, too.
    Luc’s hands closed around her hips, fingers biting into her flesh as he encouraged her to sink more heavily onto his cock. He guided her into a steady rhythm of long strokes designed to make her feel each individual inch of penetration and withdrawal. She moaned when he began to thrust his hips up to meet her down strokes, the force driving him deep enough to tickle against the mouth of her womb. He filled her so fully she thought he might begin to pour out of her ears in another minute or two.
    Her hands clenched in the unyielding muscle of his chest, and she locked her elbows to keep her arms straight and give her even more leverage to ride him faster. He matched her pace seamlessly, his body flowing into hers, muscles bunching and shifting beneath her.
    “Bend down.”
    He gave the order in a voice so harsh with gravel it took her a moment to realize it was more than a wordless groan.
    “Bend down,” he repeated. “I need to taste you.”
    Well, in that case… She bent, bringing herself within reach, until his mouth closed hot and strong around her nipple, and she whimpered in pleasure. He drew on her with hard suckling motions, as if he could draw her heart out through her breast. The little bud contracted, beading tight against his tongue. The feel of his mouth on her sent shockwaves straight to her pussy and she cried out, wrapping her arms around his head to cradle him closer.
    He rewarded her with a delicate nibble, then his teeth closed around the base of her nipple and bore down, not hard enough to injure, but more than hard enough to make her clench tight around him.
    Holding her nipple prisoner, he flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue in a rhythm as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. She moaned, loudly this time, and felt the coil of tension inside her wind even tighter. If she didn’t come soon, she was sure her heart would stop, undone by the