body as his lips touched her eyelids. She whimpered as his mouth moved softly on hers, relishing every tender line of it. “Priss,” he breathed. His mouth moved over her flushed face, brushing, exploring, in a rhapsody of taut silence. And all the while his hand roamed over her body, finding the slimness of her legs, the softness of her flat stomach.
Her hands tangled in his thick hair. Her thrusting breasts encountered the hairy roughness of his chest, and she froze. Her eyes opened, wide and soft and full of discovery at the intensity of pleasure the contact gave her.
“Does that please you, little sheila?” he asked softly. He moved, easing his big body over hers. “Don’t fight me, all right? I’m only going to let you feel me.”
Her lips parted on a rush of breath as he let his weight distribute itself over hers, and she learned something shocking about the differences between men and women. And when his chest melted into hers, she shuddered helplessly, grinding her teeth together and burying her forehead in his throat.
“Delicious,” he whispered shakily. “Feeling you...this way.”
She moved a little, and he groaned.
“Now who’s noisy?” she teased with a nervous laugh.
“We’ll have to make love in a soundproof room,” he retorted. “Kiss me now. Kiss me hard and slow, and let’s get drunk on each other.”
His large hands slid under her head and held it while his mouth moved in and took absolute possession of hers. It was like that hot kiss they’d shared back in Australia, and she felt his tongue exploring her mouth.
His body began to move against her, and she let his leg part her own, let him bring their bodies into a shocking kind of intimacy, and cried wildly into his mouth.
“Hush, darling,” he whispered. His voice was shaking, and his mouth was insistent. His hands went down to her jeans and began to tug at them.
“Oh, John,” she moaned, staring up at him.
“Do you want to?” he asked huskily. His blue eyes were dark and bright and wild-looking. “Do you want me?”
“H...h...here?” she managed.
He lay there, his body pulsating against hers, his muscles rigid, as he stared into her eyes. “Here?” He blinked and looked down at her and groaned. He forced his body to relax, although the feel of her softness under him wasn’t doing his self-control a bit of good. He nuzzled his face against her hair. “I forgot where we were,” he said raggedly. “See what you do to me?”
She was learning a lot about that, in a very elemental way. But oddly enough it wasn’t embarrassing. It fascinated her to know that he was vulnerable with her.
Her hands moved under his shirt, against the hard muscles of his back, and felt them ripple, as if they liked her hesitant searching. She smiled with pleasure. “I never realized men were so heavy. No...!” she protested when he began to lift himself away. “No, I like it, I like feeling you over me.”
“God!” he ground out, and shuddered. He rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. He wrapped her against his firm body, holding her there with a heavy leg thrown across hers.
“Sorry,” she admitted dryly. “I’ve got a lot to learn.”
“So have I,” he confessed. He drew in a steadying breath and brought her small hands to his chest, letting her feel its dampness and rough heartbeat. “I’ve never had a woman affect me like this.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“No, really,” he said, looking into her eyes. He tugged a throw pillow under his head and smiled at her. His fingers brushed her face as they lay together in perfect accord, in a new intimacy. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”
She looked down at her fingers against the broad expanse of his chest. Her fingers tugged at his dark body hair. “You’re dark here,” she noted. “Not blond like on your head.”
“Sun doesn’t get to my chest often,” he reminded her. His eyes studied her pert young breasts pressed into that thickness,
Her hands tangled in his thick hair. Her thrusting breasts encountered the hairy roughness of his chest, and she froze. Her eyes opened, wide and soft and full of discovery at the intensity of pleasure the contact gave her.
“Does that please you, little sheila?” he asked softly. He moved, easing his big body over hers. “Don’t fight me, all right? I’m only going to let you feel me.”
Her lips parted on a rush of breath as he let his weight distribute itself over hers, and she learned something shocking about the differences between men and women. And when his chest melted into hers, she shuddered helplessly, grinding her teeth together and burying her forehead in his throat.
“Delicious,” he whispered shakily. “Feeling you...this way.”
She moved a little, and he groaned.
“Now who’s noisy?” she teased with a nervous laugh.
“We’ll have to make love in a soundproof room,” he retorted. “Kiss me now. Kiss me hard and slow, and let’s get drunk on each other.”
His large hands slid under her head and held it while his mouth moved in and took absolute possession of hers. It was like that hot kiss they’d shared back in Australia, and she felt his tongue exploring her mouth.
His body began to move against her, and she let his leg part her own, let him bring their bodies into a shocking kind of intimacy, and cried wildly into his mouth.
“Hush, darling,” he whispered. His voice was shaking, and his mouth was insistent. His hands went down to her jeans and began to tug at them.
“Oh, John,” she moaned, staring up at him.
“Do you want to?” he asked huskily. His blue eyes were dark and bright and wild-looking. “Do you want me?”
“H...h...here?” she managed.
He lay there, his body pulsating against hers, his muscles rigid, as he stared into her eyes. “Here?” He blinked and looked down at her and groaned. He forced his body to relax, although the feel of her softness under him wasn’t doing his self-control a bit of good. He nuzzled his face against her hair. “I forgot where we were,” he said raggedly. “See what you do to me?”
She was learning a lot about that, in a very elemental way. But oddly enough it wasn’t embarrassing. It fascinated her to know that he was vulnerable with her.
Her hands moved under his shirt, against the hard muscles of his back, and felt them ripple, as if they liked her hesitant searching. She smiled with pleasure. “I never realized men were so heavy. No...!” she protested when he began to lift himself away. “No, I like it, I like feeling you over me.”
“God!” he ground out, and shuddered. He rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. He wrapped her against his firm body, holding her there with a heavy leg thrown across hers.
“Sorry,” she admitted dryly. “I’ve got a lot to learn.”
“So have I,” he confessed. He drew in a steadying breath and brought her small hands to his chest, letting her feel its dampness and rough heartbeat. “I’ve never had a woman affect me like this.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“No, really,” he said, looking into her eyes. He tugged a throw pillow under his head and smiled at her. His fingers brushed her face as they lay together in perfect accord, in a new intimacy. “I’ve never wanted anyone so much.”
She looked down at her fingers against the broad expanse of his chest. Her fingers tugged at his dark body hair. “You’re dark here,” she noted. “Not blond like on your head.”
“Sun doesn’t get to my chest often,” he reminded her. His eyes studied her pert young breasts pressed into that thickness,
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