I can help you relax.”
“I bet you can.” Annie smiled and took his hand. Within seconds, she was on his lap, straddling him, his hardness pressing into her. “Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”
Dallas chuckled at her bad line. “I’m very glad to see you.” He wriggled under her, parting her and teasing her entrance. “Are you protected?” His sexy voice rasped.
“I’m on the pill,” Annie said, “and it’s been a long time.”
“For me too. Both clean then.”
He nudged his way inside and Annie groaned, the slickness of the water around her folds adding a sensual layer to the feeling of completion as his erection stroked her. “Ah,” she moaned. “So good, Cowboy.”
“You fit me like a glove, Annie. So tight. So sweet.”
They moved together, the warm water sloshing about them as they rode each other. Annie leaned into Dallas’s hard form, sliding against him, her nipples scraping against his damp and springy chest hair. She claimed his mouth, and his groan fueled her passion. Her climax ripped into her suddenly, like a lightning strike out of a clear summer sky. She screamed his name and felt his release.
Every single pulse of it.
Sated, she slumped into him. His lips nipped at her neck and ears. “Wow, Doc.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“Told you we were explosive.”
“Seems you were right.”
He stood up with her in his arms, the slick water dripping from them.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to my bed.”
“Yeah. Bed is good. Sleep.”
“I don’t have any intention of sleeping.”
“Oh?” She smiled against the roughness of his cheek.
“I’m going to taste every inch of your luscious body.”
“Oh you are?”
“You bet your sweet little bottom, Doc.”
“Well, in that case”—she flashed him what she hoped was a teasing grin—“you know what they say.”
“What’s that?”
“Payback’s a bitch.”
----
N o one had ever paid such exquisite attention to her body. Dallas worshiped her with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, all the while murmuring to her how beautiful she was, how hot she made him. He was particularly enamored with her breasts.
“So beautiful,” he said, tormenting her nipples with little licks, little tugs. “Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You should have been born centuries ago. Renaissance painters would have captured you on canvas for all eternity. Poets would have written odes to you. Wars would have started over you. Your dark curls, your violet eyes, your ruby lips. Your dusky plum nipples.” He traced one areola with his tongue. Her skin contracted. “You’re a goddess, Annie.”
Who knew words could be such a powerful aphrodisiac? Not Annie. Dallas made love to her with words as well as his body. She hissed as he drove her nipples into a frenzy with his tongue, and then released each one only to bite and nip at her plump white flesh.
“I adore you,” he said. “I adore every inch of you, Doc. You’re so beautiful.”
He paved a trail down her belly with his mouth, tickled her navel, and traced the lines of her tattoo. When he reached her raven curls he buried his nose in them and inhaled. “Mmm,” he said. “Sugar and spice.”
“And everything nice?” Annie laughed, her voice shaking.
“Everything very nice.” He lowered his head to her moist sex and inhaled again. “Sugar and spice and sweet, sexy woman.” His voice was a husky growl.
She shuddered as his tongue danced across her heated flesh. He sucked and pulled at her slick folds, making hungry and satisfied noises. Her body throbbed at each fresh attack. She grew wetter and wetter.
“Nice, Doc, nice.” Dallas’s words veiled her scalding sex in heated breath. “So wet for me. So sweet.” He tugged at her flesh, and then sucked all of her between his lips.
“Oh!” She nearly jumped off the bed.
He lifted his head. “Too much?”
“God, no. Too good, is all.”
He smiled, his lips shining with
“I bet you can.” Annie smiled and took his hand. Within seconds, she was on his lap, straddling him, his hardness pressing into her. “Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”
Dallas chuckled at her bad line. “I’m very glad to see you.” He wriggled under her, parting her and teasing her entrance. “Are you protected?” His sexy voice rasped.
“I’m on the pill,” Annie said, “and it’s been a long time.”
“For me too. Both clean then.”
He nudged his way inside and Annie groaned, the slickness of the water around her folds adding a sensual layer to the feeling of completion as his erection stroked her. “Ah,” she moaned. “So good, Cowboy.”
“You fit me like a glove, Annie. So tight. So sweet.”
They moved together, the warm water sloshing about them as they rode each other. Annie leaned into Dallas’s hard form, sliding against him, her nipples scraping against his damp and springy chest hair. She claimed his mouth, and his groan fueled her passion. Her climax ripped into her suddenly, like a lightning strike out of a clear summer sky. She screamed his name and felt his release.
Every single pulse of it.
Sated, she slumped into him. His lips nipped at her neck and ears. “Wow, Doc.”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“Told you we were explosive.”
“Seems you were right.”
He stood up with her in his arms, the slick water dripping from them.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to my bed.”
“Yeah. Bed is good. Sleep.”
“I don’t have any intention of sleeping.”
“Oh?” She smiled against the roughness of his cheek.
“I’m going to taste every inch of your luscious body.”
“Oh you are?”
“You bet your sweet little bottom, Doc.”
“Well, in that case”—she flashed him what she hoped was a teasing grin—“you know what they say.”
“What’s that?”
“Payback’s a bitch.”
----
N o one had ever paid such exquisite attention to her body. Dallas worshiped her with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, all the while murmuring to her how beautiful she was, how hot she made him. He was particularly enamored with her breasts.
“So beautiful,” he said, tormenting her nipples with little licks, little tugs. “Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You should have been born centuries ago. Renaissance painters would have captured you on canvas for all eternity. Poets would have written odes to you. Wars would have started over you. Your dark curls, your violet eyes, your ruby lips. Your dusky plum nipples.” He traced one areola with his tongue. Her skin contracted. “You’re a goddess, Annie.”
Who knew words could be such a powerful aphrodisiac? Not Annie. Dallas made love to her with words as well as his body. She hissed as he drove her nipples into a frenzy with his tongue, and then released each one only to bite and nip at her plump white flesh.
“I adore you,” he said. “I adore every inch of you, Doc. You’re so beautiful.”
He paved a trail down her belly with his mouth, tickled her navel, and traced the lines of her tattoo. When he reached her raven curls he buried his nose in them and inhaled. “Mmm,” he said. “Sugar and spice.”
“And everything nice?” Annie laughed, her voice shaking.
“Everything very nice.” He lowered his head to her moist sex and inhaled again. “Sugar and spice and sweet, sexy woman.” His voice was a husky growl.
She shuddered as his tongue danced across her heated flesh. He sucked and pulled at her slick folds, making hungry and satisfied noises. Her body throbbed at each fresh attack. She grew wetter and wetter.
“Nice, Doc, nice.” Dallas’s words veiled her scalding sex in heated breath. “So wet for me. So sweet.” He tugged at her flesh, and then sucked all of her between his lips.
“Oh!” She nearly jumped off the bed.
He lifted his head. “Too much?”
“God, no. Too good, is all.”
He smiled, his lips shining with
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