tears pricking at
her eyes. She glanced down again just in time to see him touch himself, angling
his cock down. His hips gave a little twitch and suddenly the head of his cock
was just inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” he gasped, body trembling.
She had to agree with him. She’d never
been so aroused in her entire life, and certainly not with another person.
She’d never even managed to orgasm during sex before. She couldn’t believe John
had managed to reduce her to this trembling, desperate wreck.
“John, come on,” she begged, writhing,
trying to shove more of him inside. “Please…” She no longer worried about his
size. She wanted him inside, right now.
“Yeah, I’m so fucking close. I can feel
you fluttering around me. Jesus, Liselle ,” he
muttered, biting down on her shoulder.
She shuddered violently and his cock slid
in a little further. He flexed his hips, working his way inside. She moaned as
he pressed into her clit, so large that the sheer mass of his dick made
everything feel more intense. She tried to shove herself down on him, but he
stopped her with a strong hand on her thigh.
“Hold still,” he admonished when she
protested. He chuckled, then rubbed a single finger
over her clit.
Her spine arched and abruptly, shockingly,
he slid the rest of the way in, so deep the head of his cock pushed against her
womb. His finger circled again, and he pulled out and thrust once, twice,
breathing harshly into her ear.
Liselle’s back bowed and she cried out, voice going hoarse as pleasure ripped
through her. Her fingers and toes tingled and she had to close her eyes as he
pumped into her, his cock thick and gorgeous and exactly what she needed to
climax again and then again. She shivered, clutching at his legs, and then he
grunted, arm around her ribs going rock hard as his hips pushed hard into her
ass. His cock leaped inside her. The wave of heat that spread through her pussy
felt like comfort and arousal and everything she didn’t know she wanted. When
she finally collapsed on top of him, panting and trembling, he kissed her head
and held her tight. His cock slowly softened and slipped out, but he simply
closed his legs and cuddled her until she thought she could breathe again.
“ Liselle ,” he
murmured finally, kissing behind her ear.
“John,” she said thickly, tear tracks drying on her cheeks.
He traced a gentle hand up and over her
hip, over her breasts, to cup at her cheek. He kissed her jaw, then turned her
head to touch his mouth to hers, a meeting more poignant than she expected.
“You okay?” he asked, kissing her again
and then again.
She smiled into his skin. “Yeah.”
Her sudden yawn had him chuckling.
“Hang on,” he said, leaning over the side
of the couch.
She protested the loss of his warmth, then settled down again as he spread the blanket over the
two of them.
“Sleep,” he said, hand soothing the
wrinkles out of the fleece.
She swallowed, still completely stunned at
what had just happened. Her thoughts ran over each other—what was she thinking,
letting him make love to her like that? How had he made her feel so protected,
yet so vulnerable at the same time? What was she going to do now?—until
exhaustion caught up with her and she finally dropped off to sleep, strong arms
holding her tight.
Chapter Five
Liselle swam up out of the warm, sweet dark to the sound of someone
whimpering. She frowned, blinking her eyes open. She was naked. Someone was
holding her closely and she felt both relaxed and tired, her muscles tingling
with the feeling she got after a good workout. She yawned and all at once the
events of earlier rushed in on her. John! She’d made love with a near stranger
after he rescued her from the snow. Oh God , she thought, what the
hell was I thinking? She shifted and his arms tightened around her, a low,
tortured moan making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Wait, something
was wrong. What was happening?
He
her eyes. She glanced down again just in time to see him touch himself, angling
his cock down. His hips gave a little twitch and suddenly the head of his cock
was just inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” he gasped, body trembling.
She had to agree with him. She’d never
been so aroused in her entire life, and certainly not with another person.
She’d never even managed to orgasm during sex before. She couldn’t believe John
had managed to reduce her to this trembling, desperate wreck.
“John, come on,” she begged, writhing,
trying to shove more of him inside. “Please…” She no longer worried about his
size. She wanted him inside, right now.
“Yeah, I’m so fucking close. I can feel
you fluttering around me. Jesus, Liselle ,” he
muttered, biting down on her shoulder.
She shuddered violently and his cock slid
in a little further. He flexed his hips, working his way inside. She moaned as
he pressed into her clit, so large that the sheer mass of his dick made
everything feel more intense. She tried to shove herself down on him, but he
stopped her with a strong hand on her thigh.
“Hold still,” he admonished when she
protested. He chuckled, then rubbed a single finger
over her clit.
Her spine arched and abruptly, shockingly,
he slid the rest of the way in, so deep the head of his cock pushed against her
womb. His finger circled again, and he pulled out and thrust once, twice,
breathing harshly into her ear.
Liselle’s back bowed and she cried out, voice going hoarse as pleasure ripped
through her. Her fingers and toes tingled and she had to close her eyes as he
pumped into her, his cock thick and gorgeous and exactly what she needed to
climax again and then again. She shivered, clutching at his legs, and then he
grunted, arm around her ribs going rock hard as his hips pushed hard into her
ass. His cock leaped inside her. The wave of heat that spread through her pussy
felt like comfort and arousal and everything she didn’t know she wanted. When
she finally collapsed on top of him, panting and trembling, he kissed her head
and held her tight. His cock slowly softened and slipped out, but he simply
closed his legs and cuddled her until she thought she could breathe again.
“ Liselle ,” he
murmured finally, kissing behind her ear.
“John,” she said thickly, tear tracks drying on her cheeks.
He traced a gentle hand up and over her
hip, over her breasts, to cup at her cheek. He kissed her jaw, then turned her
head to touch his mouth to hers, a meeting more poignant than she expected.
“You okay?” he asked, kissing her again
and then again.
She smiled into his skin. “Yeah.”
Her sudden yawn had him chuckling.
“Hang on,” he said, leaning over the side
of the couch.
She protested the loss of his warmth, then settled down again as he spread the blanket over the
two of them.
“Sleep,” he said, hand soothing the
wrinkles out of the fleece.
She swallowed, still completely stunned at
what had just happened. Her thoughts ran over each other—what was she thinking,
letting him make love to her like that? How had he made her feel so protected,
yet so vulnerable at the same time? What was she going to do now?—until
exhaustion caught up with her and she finally dropped off to sleep, strong arms
holding her tight.
Chapter Five
Liselle swam up out of the warm, sweet dark to the sound of someone
whimpering. She frowned, blinking her eyes open. She was naked. Someone was
holding her closely and she felt both relaxed and tired, her muscles tingling
with the feeling she got after a good workout. She yawned and all at once the
events of earlier rushed in on her. John! She’d made love with a near stranger
after he rescued her from the snow. Oh God , she thought, what the
hell was I thinking? She shifted and his arms tightened around her, a low,
tortured moan making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Wait, something
was wrong. What was happening?
He
Similar Books
