of his arms until she sat beside him. He almost groaned. She sat cross-legged. He couldn’t keep his gaze off that soft pussy with the tangle of dark hair. He wanted to be inside there once more, shoving deep, fucking her until she broke over him in a wave and he felt her clenching tight. He blinked and forced his gaze up to her waist and then her breasts where his attention snagged once more. When he finally managed to look at her face, she was staring back with a pensive look. Not a glare, not a grin. Her quiet worried him.
“You don’t like to cuddle?” he dared to ask.
Lucy swallowed hard. “I love to cuddle. But…”
How could she say it? What did she want to say? This beautiful—no scratch that—hunk of rugged man had her tied in knots. She would never have guessed in a million years that when she went looking for a one-night stand she’d come up with old acquaintance Victor Moore and he’d be in the dreaded military. No way. Seemed like the night had more than one surprise in store. The sex, no frills, down-and-dirty action had blown her away. The vulnerable part of her ached, wanting more of the same and yet she was terrified to tell him what she honestly thought. After all, this was a one-night stand. No frills, no guarantee of a happily-ever-after.
The way he looked at her though, made her blood run hot. He looked her over with such blatant admiration and desire, she couldn’t believe it. Instead of falling asleep or seeming uninterested, he wanted to cuddle. This was too much. Too good to be true. She could still be honest.
“It was fantastic, Vic. I…well, I’ll be honest. I’ve never had sex that good before.”
His eyes widened, and a big smile crossed his mouth. “I’m glad to hear it.”
She didn’t want to think about how many women might have enjoyed his body. From head to toe, he was the most gorgeous man flesh she’d ever seen. Her gaze snagged on his cock, which stayed half-erect. His strong thighs, calves and big feet went well with everything else about him. Big and yet gentle. As she looked, that cock grew erect again. Fully, happily ready to do the deed. She swallowed hard once more. My, my, my. She wanted more and fully intended to experience it before she walked away. Lucy didn’t intend though, to let small talk ruin the mood.
Moving closer, she leaned over and wrapped her hand around his cock. She drew upward to feel the strength behind his steel. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked.
He gasped and his eyes closed. “Holy Christ.”
She smiled, then set to work. Lucy worked him, drawing her hand up and down from base to tip, her mouth acting as a constant tantalizer, tongue swirling, flirting with his flesh. He tasted musky and delicious and she wanted more. She gloried in his reaction. The man didn’t mind showing his true appreciation. He gasped, he groaned and clutched at the sheets.
Then he proceeded to curse. Slowly. Precisely. Gritting each word through his teeth as she was spurred into torturing him.
He growled. “Fuck.”
She licked his tip.
His hips surged upward. “Jesus, honey.”
She sucked him into her mouth all the way to her throat.
Vic’s body started to tremble, and she knew she had him.
He groaned. “God!”
She wanted it all, wanted to make him forget this was for one night. She pursued his needs relentlessly, hotly, unwilling to go halfway. Her body followed in kind, growing wetter and aching for him inside her.
“Wait,” he gasped.
He flipped her onto her back. Vic feasted on her, tasting her earlobes, her neck, her cheeks and chin. His movements went slowly, a relentless itinerary of her body. He kissed the hollow of her throat, then paraded across her breasts with sensual attention. By the time he’d mapped her belly and settled between her legs, she thought she’d scream. With hot kisses, he painted her pussy lips with one delicate stroke and then another until she writhed like a
“You don’t like to cuddle?” he dared to ask.
Lucy swallowed hard. “I love to cuddle. But…”
How could she say it? What did she want to say? This beautiful—no scratch that—hunk of rugged man had her tied in knots. She would never have guessed in a million years that when she went looking for a one-night stand she’d come up with old acquaintance Victor Moore and he’d be in the dreaded military. No way. Seemed like the night had more than one surprise in store. The sex, no frills, down-and-dirty action had blown her away. The vulnerable part of her ached, wanting more of the same and yet she was terrified to tell him what she honestly thought. After all, this was a one-night stand. No frills, no guarantee of a happily-ever-after.
The way he looked at her though, made her blood run hot. He looked her over with such blatant admiration and desire, she couldn’t believe it. Instead of falling asleep or seeming uninterested, he wanted to cuddle. This was too much. Too good to be true. She could still be honest.
“It was fantastic, Vic. I…well, I’ll be honest. I’ve never had sex that good before.”
His eyes widened, and a big smile crossed his mouth. “I’m glad to hear it.”
She didn’t want to think about how many women might have enjoyed his body. From head to toe, he was the most gorgeous man flesh she’d ever seen. Her gaze snagged on his cock, which stayed half-erect. His strong thighs, calves and big feet went well with everything else about him. Big and yet gentle. As she looked, that cock grew erect again. Fully, happily ready to do the deed. She swallowed hard once more. My, my, my. She wanted more and fully intended to experience it before she walked away. Lucy didn’t intend though, to let small talk ruin the mood.
Moving closer, she leaned over and wrapped her hand around his cock. She drew upward to feel the strength behind his steel. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked.
He gasped and his eyes closed. “Holy Christ.”
She smiled, then set to work. Lucy worked him, drawing her hand up and down from base to tip, her mouth acting as a constant tantalizer, tongue swirling, flirting with his flesh. He tasted musky and delicious and she wanted more. She gloried in his reaction. The man didn’t mind showing his true appreciation. He gasped, he groaned and clutched at the sheets.
Then he proceeded to curse. Slowly. Precisely. Gritting each word through his teeth as she was spurred into torturing him.
He growled. “Fuck.”
She licked his tip.
His hips surged upward. “Jesus, honey.”
She sucked him into her mouth all the way to her throat.
Vic’s body started to tremble, and she knew she had him.
He groaned. “God!”
She wanted it all, wanted to make him forget this was for one night. She pursued his needs relentlessly, hotly, unwilling to go halfway. Her body followed in kind, growing wetter and aching for him inside her.
“Wait,” he gasped.
He flipped her onto her back. Vic feasted on her, tasting her earlobes, her neck, her cheeks and chin. His movements went slowly, a relentless itinerary of her body. He kissed the hollow of her throat, then paraded across her breasts with sensual attention. By the time he’d mapped her belly and settled between her legs, she thought she’d scream. With hot kisses, he painted her pussy lips with one delicate stroke and then another until she writhed like a
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