fingers around the solid strength of his arms.
âYour reaction. Itâs almost ⦠virginal.â
Embarrassed, she looked away. But Mark captured her chin and turned it back. He was sober and intense, silently speaking of that ultimate need. With a soft cry, the first she had allowed, she threw herself into his arms and moved restlessly against him.
It was as though she had given the sign; suddenly his
seduction began in earnest. He touched her everywhere, finding sensitive niches all over her body, kissing some, tonguing others, stroking them until she writhed beneath him. He paused only long enough to remove her panties, then his own briefs, before settling sensuously against her and letting her know the height of his desire.
Patience was exhausted on both of their parts. For Mark, the physical demand had overcome all other thought. For Deanna, all other thought was actively chased away. Her total concentration was on her body and his, on his hands that caressed her and hers that mirrored the motion. With each sound she made he gave her encouragement, and she felt freer than she had ever felt before.
There ceased to exist any other world, any other woman. The Deanna Hunt who lay on the bed, naked beside him, bore no resemblance to the Deanna Hunt who had existed for the past twenty-nine years. This Deanna was beyond all recollection of that other, more subdued woman. This Deanna was alive with love.
In a moment of passion that she would always remember, Mark moved above her, hesitated for a bare moment, then joined their bodies with a fluid grace that shimmered from one to the other and back.
âAhhhh â¦â Deanna cried, unaware of the vocal sigh until it was repeated when he began to move in gentle rhythm. She clung to him as he held her closer and arched her hips to meet his thrusts, answering his need with the force of her intuitive femininity.
Later she would recall the soft words he said, the growing breathlessness, the coaxing sounds and cries. Now she was embroiled in the pleasure as it built slowly toward an apex she had never, ever known.
Mark was the consummate lover, never quite lost enough in his own passion to totally forget her greater vulnerability. With infinite care he led her upward, teasing
and withholding, speeding and slowing until he felt her at the peak of her endurance. Only then did he offer her the release she blindly sought. At that mind-shattering instant she exploded with the fire of a thousand brilliant starbursts of the kind she had so secretly dreamed of long ago. Mark heard her triumphant cry and let it trigger his own as he gave in at last to that same supreme pleasure. It was a shared moment, a moment of ecstasy. Gasping raggedly, he crushed her against him until the last of the spasms subsided.
Deanna was enraptured. Her body seemed to float, held to earth only by the arms she coiled tightly around Markâs neck. She hadnât imagined that anything could be so perfect, so natural, so naked in its glory. For those few fleeting moments she had captured the fantasy of loving and being loved back to mindless distraction. She had discovered a primal luxury and its vivid force stunned her.
Needing to feel the reality of this man who had pleasured her so exquisitely, she stroked the dampness of his back until her fingers dropped to splay over the meeting of their hips.
âDeanna ⦠Deanna â¦â Unknowingly Mark cried her name. His tone was hushed, his head buried against her neck as the beauty of passion lingered. But reason returned with a jolt when he realized that she lay suddenly still beneath him, her body incongruously tense.
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âD eanna?â Mark raised his dark head to look at her with concern. âWhat is it?â
The fury of passion had left her looking windblown. Having escaped its bounds, her thick auburn hair lay in billowing sprays, dark against the white of the pillow. Her skin was damp. Even the glow of
âYour reaction. Itâs almost ⦠virginal.â
Embarrassed, she looked away. But Mark captured her chin and turned it back. He was sober and intense, silently speaking of that ultimate need. With a soft cry, the first she had allowed, she threw herself into his arms and moved restlessly against him.
It was as though she had given the sign; suddenly his
seduction began in earnest. He touched her everywhere, finding sensitive niches all over her body, kissing some, tonguing others, stroking them until she writhed beneath him. He paused only long enough to remove her panties, then his own briefs, before settling sensuously against her and letting her know the height of his desire.
Patience was exhausted on both of their parts. For Mark, the physical demand had overcome all other thought. For Deanna, all other thought was actively chased away. Her total concentration was on her body and his, on his hands that caressed her and hers that mirrored the motion. With each sound she made he gave her encouragement, and she felt freer than she had ever felt before.
There ceased to exist any other world, any other woman. The Deanna Hunt who lay on the bed, naked beside him, bore no resemblance to the Deanna Hunt who had existed for the past twenty-nine years. This Deanna was beyond all recollection of that other, more subdued woman. This Deanna was alive with love.
In a moment of passion that she would always remember, Mark moved above her, hesitated for a bare moment, then joined their bodies with a fluid grace that shimmered from one to the other and back.
âAhhhh â¦â Deanna cried, unaware of the vocal sigh until it was repeated when he began to move in gentle rhythm. She clung to him as he held her closer and arched her hips to meet his thrusts, answering his need with the force of her intuitive femininity.
Later she would recall the soft words he said, the growing breathlessness, the coaxing sounds and cries. Now she was embroiled in the pleasure as it built slowly toward an apex she had never, ever known.
Mark was the consummate lover, never quite lost enough in his own passion to totally forget her greater vulnerability. With infinite care he led her upward, teasing
and withholding, speeding and slowing until he felt her at the peak of her endurance. Only then did he offer her the release she blindly sought. At that mind-shattering instant she exploded with the fire of a thousand brilliant starbursts of the kind she had so secretly dreamed of long ago. Mark heard her triumphant cry and let it trigger his own as he gave in at last to that same supreme pleasure. It was a shared moment, a moment of ecstasy. Gasping raggedly, he crushed her against him until the last of the spasms subsided.
Deanna was enraptured. Her body seemed to float, held to earth only by the arms she coiled tightly around Markâs neck. She hadnât imagined that anything could be so perfect, so natural, so naked in its glory. For those few fleeting moments she had captured the fantasy of loving and being loved back to mindless distraction. She had discovered a primal luxury and its vivid force stunned her.
Needing to feel the reality of this man who had pleasured her so exquisitely, she stroked the dampness of his back until her fingers dropped to splay over the meeting of their hips.
âDeanna ⦠Deanna â¦â Unknowingly Mark cried her name. His tone was hushed, his head buried against her neck as the beauty of passion lingered. But reason returned with a jolt when he realized that she lay suddenly still beneath him, her body incongruously tense.
3
Â
Â
âD eanna?â Mark raised his dark head to look at her with concern. âWhat is it?â
The fury of passion had left her looking windblown. Having escaped its bounds, her thick auburn hair lay in billowing sprays, dark against the white of the pillow. Her skin was damp. Even the glow of
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