Model Fantasy by Abby Gordon Page A

and tried to open it. An intense expression on his face, he took the packet from her hand, opened it and, tossing the wrapper to the floor, quickly unrolled it down the length she was getting to know so well. His hands lifted her hips.
    “Put me inside you,” he told her.
    Her hand held his cock and she lowered herself on to him. A guttural moan came from her.
    “Oh. My. God.” A shudder swept through her body. Panting, she looked down at him. “And I thought you filled me before!” She closed her eyes and relished the full feeling.
    “I’ve never seen anything as sexual and sensual as you right now,” he whispered. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Move on me.”
    His hand went to where they were joined. His fingers brushed over her clit. She gasped and her hips rotated.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Let yourself go. Rub against me.”
    Her eyes half-closed, she flung her head back and let her body move in slow circles. It drove him half-crazy watching her. He’d thought he’d been hard seeing her bound to the bed, but nothing was as erotic as watching her grind against him, focused on what brought her the most pleasure. Reaching up, he tweaked her nipples.
    “Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Do that again. Play with me.”
    He kneaded her breasts and she writhed in helpless need.
    “More?” he wondered. “What do you want?”
    “I want to fuck you,” she panted, falling forward and planting her hands on either side of his head. “I want…to feel you so deep inside me that I can’t breathe. I want…all of you. Until neither of us can move.”
    “Then ride me, sweetheart. Ride me hard.”
    Giving in to primal needs, Francine closed her eyes and moved her hips. Her entire body was focused on one thing—fucking both their brains out.
    Heat filled her. She’d never gotten sweaty during sex, but now she could feel it covering her body. The position put incredible pressure that went deep into her pussy. She would have happily stayed there. Until he touched her clit. It had been the spark to the bonfire. When she’d shifted her hips, his pubic bone had pressed hard against her clit. And her G-spot. When she’d leaned forward, the pressure had become more intense. As he’d played with her breasts, caressed her body, she felt something else take over. Something wild and free, animalistic and hungry. All that mattered was the release. The fire built up inside and she threw herself into the flames.
    Just as he had earlier, she threw her head back and shouted as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Even as she came down from the high, his fingers were on her clit. Before she realized it, he was heating her back up.
    Rolling over, he whispered in her ear.
    “Come for me again, sexy Francine. Come for me hard.”
    As he focused on his own release, Francine cherished those words. Being called it by magazines, votes in a poll—none of that mattered. Not like it did when the words were said by a man who so clearly couldn’t get enough of her.
    With a moan, she arched off the mattress as she came again. And he filled her. Before collapsing on top of her. Eager to hold him, she wrapped her arms and legs around him before he could get off her.
    “Stay.”
    “I’ll crush you,” he murmured.
    “I’m okay,” she told him, eyes closed. “I’ve never felt so perfect in my life as I do right now.”
    “I may be dead tomorrow but, good God, what a way to go!” He kissed her sweaty forehead and sighed.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    She’d fallen asleep again. This time she woke up to hear water running. Stretching, she felt her muscles protest slightly. Parts of her were sore, but on the whole there was a deep contentment in her entire body. She looked around but didn’t see a clock. Time didn’t seem to matter right now. Although, she smiled, a shower definitely sounded like a good idea. She was sweaty and sticky. Besides, she thought, sliding out of the bed, who knew what