deeper, faster, harder.
Nothing about him was gentle now, and that lack of control sent her own sanity reeling. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her climax built toward a dizzying crest, swelling like a tidal wave.
He was right, it did feel too good.
They felt too good.
While the rest of her life had careened out of control a few hours ago with her brother’s disturbing message and apparent involvement in things she still struggled to understand, this moment with John—in his arms again, in his bed—felt so good and right it terrified the hell out of her.
Yet as her orgasm washed over her, she could only hold on to him for dear life and let the pleasure take her blissfully down.
~ ~ ~
He’d never known anything as sexy as Lisa moaning his name as she orgasmed in his arms. His own climax roared up on him in response, a wild thing he could barely control.
She’d had him so ready when she’d sucked on him. The satiny glove of her mouth on his naked cock had almost made him spill before they’d even gotten started.
Now this, the sanity-robbing feel of her channel walls rippling against his shaft as she came. Her tiny muscles milked him toward a massive release, and he chased it with greedy abandon.
He knew it was selfish, acting on his need for her tonight. But right now, with Lisa writhing and arching with the onslaught of another orgasm, he couldn’t regret it.
His senses filled with her. The feel of her warm, soft skin against his body. The wet, erotic sounds of their sex combined with her little moans and gasps as he filled her, stretched her, gave her every inch of him. The pleasured look on her face was heaven, making him want nothing more than to cage her beneath him all night and watch her break on him over and over again.
Christ, this woman could become a swift and merciless addiction. He’d recognized that five years ago. He’d walked away to save himself—to save them both—for all the good it had done now.
Desire consumed him. His own climax coiled tight and pulsing as he lost himself to a more urgent tempo. He thrust harder, knowing he was taking something he didn’t deserve, at the worst possible time in both their lives. Yet he was unable to deny himself the want of it. Of her.
All that mattered was Lisa beneath him and the pleasure exploding between them.
He drove deep as a violent shudder racked him, and his orgasm ripped out of him on a raw shout. The release seemed endless, mind-blowing.
So fucking good he could hardly bear it.
“Jesus,” he muttered hoarsely, his face buried in the curve of her neck as the aftershocks finally began to subside. He smiled against her sweat-dampened, vanilla-scented skin. “Can’t move. Crushing you?”
“M-mm.” Her voice vibrated through him, as warm as her skin. “I don’t want you to move.”
“Have to,” he groaned, hating the need to pull out and dispose of the condom.
All he wanted to do was rock into her some more, stay inside her all night if she let him.
Bad idea, but his dick was already rising in agreement.
Before he could lose the argument with himself, he withdrew and moved to toss the used protection in the trash bin next to the bed.
Lisa’s hands were soothing on him as soon as he returned to her side. She smiled, sultry and spent. “That was...”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Incredible.”
She nodded, looking satisfied and too damn sexy lying naked on the rumpled sheets. He couldn’t resist another kiss, then another. Stretching out alongside her, he stroked her hair, traced an idle pattern on the gentle curve of her shoulder. She curled up next to him, one bare thigh slung across his.
For a long while, they simply lay there together in a quiet peace.
And although his thoughts were churning over a hundred troubling issues—not the least of which being the reason for her arrival at his cabin tonight—he stepped away from all of that and let himself relax into the rare feeling of contentment that
Nothing about him was gentle now, and that lack of control sent her own sanity reeling. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her climax built toward a dizzying crest, swelling like a tidal wave.
He was right, it did feel too good.
They felt too good.
While the rest of her life had careened out of control a few hours ago with her brother’s disturbing message and apparent involvement in things she still struggled to understand, this moment with John—in his arms again, in his bed—felt so good and right it terrified the hell out of her.
Yet as her orgasm washed over her, she could only hold on to him for dear life and let the pleasure take her blissfully down.
~ ~ ~
He’d never known anything as sexy as Lisa moaning his name as she orgasmed in his arms. His own climax roared up on him in response, a wild thing he could barely control.
She’d had him so ready when she’d sucked on him. The satiny glove of her mouth on his naked cock had almost made him spill before they’d even gotten started.
Now this, the sanity-robbing feel of her channel walls rippling against his shaft as she came. Her tiny muscles milked him toward a massive release, and he chased it with greedy abandon.
He knew it was selfish, acting on his need for her tonight. But right now, with Lisa writhing and arching with the onslaught of another orgasm, he couldn’t regret it.
His senses filled with her. The feel of her warm, soft skin against his body. The wet, erotic sounds of their sex combined with her little moans and gasps as he filled her, stretched her, gave her every inch of him. The pleasured look on her face was heaven, making him want nothing more than to cage her beneath him all night and watch her break on him over and over again.
Christ, this woman could become a swift and merciless addiction. He’d recognized that five years ago. He’d walked away to save himself—to save them both—for all the good it had done now.
Desire consumed him. His own climax coiled tight and pulsing as he lost himself to a more urgent tempo. He thrust harder, knowing he was taking something he didn’t deserve, at the worst possible time in both their lives. Yet he was unable to deny himself the want of it. Of her.
All that mattered was Lisa beneath him and the pleasure exploding between them.
He drove deep as a violent shudder racked him, and his orgasm ripped out of him on a raw shout. The release seemed endless, mind-blowing.
So fucking good he could hardly bear it.
“Jesus,” he muttered hoarsely, his face buried in the curve of her neck as the aftershocks finally began to subside. He smiled against her sweat-dampened, vanilla-scented skin. “Can’t move. Crushing you?”
“M-mm.” Her voice vibrated through him, as warm as her skin. “I don’t want you to move.”
“Have to,” he groaned, hating the need to pull out and dispose of the condom.
All he wanted to do was rock into her some more, stay inside her all night if she let him.
Bad idea, but his dick was already rising in agreement.
Before he could lose the argument with himself, he withdrew and moved to toss the used protection in the trash bin next to the bed.
Lisa’s hands were soothing on him as soon as he returned to her side. She smiled, sultry and spent. “That was...”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Incredible.”
She nodded, looking satisfied and too damn sexy lying naked on the rumpled sheets. He couldn’t resist another kiss, then another. Stretching out alongside her, he stroked her hair, traced an idle pattern on the gentle curve of her shoulder. She curled up next to him, one bare thigh slung across his.
For a long while, they simply lay there together in a quiet peace.
And although his thoughts were churning over a hundred troubling issues—not the least of which being the reason for her arrival at his cabin tonight—he stepped away from all of that and let himself relax into the rare feeling of contentment that
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