hair.
His hand slid down and over her breast, touching her through her blouse. Her nipples tightened, and she wanted to free herself from her clothing, to feel his skin next to hers. She hooked her fingers under his shirt, pulled it from the waistband of his jeans, and ran her hands up over the skin of his back, feeling the bunch and pull of his muscles.
His hand was on her leg, pushing her skirt up higher, tracing the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, and he touched her through her underwear. Oh, good Lord, she wanted him as she allowed him to settle between her legs. His hands were so big, and he pulled her underwear down and slipped a finger inside her. She tried to spread her legs, but the damn skirt was still there. She was kissing him, and then he pulled away, taking his shirt off, and she reached around and unfastened her skirt, squirming out of it and then quickly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off as he kicked off his jeans and underwear. He was naked as she pulled her bra away, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He climbed back onto the bed, his knees slipping between her legs, and pulled her down onto her back, pressing her legs wide. “I want to taste all of you.” He leaned in, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked, and she nearly came off the bed. She arched up as the pleasure shot through her.
“Oh, Jake.” She ran her hands over him, between them, feeling him and his length. He was so big, larger than any man she’d been with before.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“Condom, please, in my purse.” She wondered for a moment if he’d think it was odd that she carried them, but instead of letting her up for her purse, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a packet. Obviously, he’d been prepared. She didn’t want to think too long or hard about that as he quickly covered himself before spreading her legs wider and looping them over his arms, pushing forward, exposing her as she’d never been before. Then he slid inside her.
Chapter 11
Never before in his life had he felt such pleasure. He wasn’t thinking about love or a commitment or tying a woman to him. He was lost in the moment of complete ecstasy, just feeling. He pounded into Chris, her wide eyes urging him on. She was so damn flexible, and her breasts were a work of art.
“Don’t stop, please, Jake,” she whispered as she slid her hands over his face, kissing him deeply as he moved faster inside her. He could feel her body tighten around him, and she whimpered into his mouth. The sound, the feel of her was enough to push him over the edge. He threw his head back and swore as he felt himself cross the finish line.
He was positive he’d died and gone to heaven as he lay on top of Chris, pushing her into the mattress. Her legs were still wrapped around him, one knee hooked over his arm, and her hands gently caressed his back.
“You alive still?” she asked.
But he couldn’t speak, and he didn’t have the energy to move, so he grunted. That was all he could do. He could go at it all night without ever getting enough of this sweet, responsive woman he was still buried inside. He should pull out, clean up, and get rid of the condom. Then he wondered whether he’d have enough. He always made sure to have a package with him, something his first team coach had pounded into all of them. But he wanted a minute to just absorb this moment, not to think, not to hurt or feel the anguish of a woman who had ripped his heart out. He just wanted to stay forever feeling this bliss.
“Jake, you’re heavy.” She patted his back, and he pulled away and out of her. He ripped off the condom and climbed off the bed to dump it in the trash. She was lying on top of the duvet, watching him, and he was speechless at how gorgeous she looked lying on his bed. Her long silky hair shimmered with a hint of red, a shade he’d never seen before. He stepped closer and back onto
His hand slid down and over her breast, touching her through her blouse. Her nipples tightened, and she wanted to free herself from her clothing, to feel his skin next to hers. She hooked her fingers under his shirt, pulled it from the waistband of his jeans, and ran her hands up over the skin of his back, feeling the bunch and pull of his muscles.
His hand was on her leg, pushing her skirt up higher, tracing the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, and he touched her through her underwear. Oh, good Lord, she wanted him as she allowed him to settle between her legs. His hands were so big, and he pulled her underwear down and slipped a finger inside her. She tried to spread her legs, but the damn skirt was still there. She was kissing him, and then he pulled away, taking his shirt off, and she reached around and unfastened her skirt, squirming out of it and then quickly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off as he kicked off his jeans and underwear. He was naked as she pulled her bra away, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He climbed back onto the bed, his knees slipping between her legs, and pulled her down onto her back, pressing her legs wide. “I want to taste all of you.” He leaned in, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked, and she nearly came off the bed. She arched up as the pleasure shot through her.
“Oh, Jake.” She ran her hands over him, between them, feeling him and his length. He was so big, larger than any man she’d been with before.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“Condom, please, in my purse.” She wondered for a moment if he’d think it was odd that she carried them, but instead of letting her up for her purse, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a packet. Obviously, he’d been prepared. She didn’t want to think too long or hard about that as he quickly covered himself before spreading her legs wider and looping them over his arms, pushing forward, exposing her as she’d never been before. Then he slid inside her.
Chapter 11
Never before in his life had he felt such pleasure. He wasn’t thinking about love or a commitment or tying a woman to him. He was lost in the moment of complete ecstasy, just feeling. He pounded into Chris, her wide eyes urging him on. She was so damn flexible, and her breasts were a work of art.
“Don’t stop, please, Jake,” she whispered as she slid her hands over his face, kissing him deeply as he moved faster inside her. He could feel her body tighten around him, and she whimpered into his mouth. The sound, the feel of her was enough to push him over the edge. He threw his head back and swore as he felt himself cross the finish line.
He was positive he’d died and gone to heaven as he lay on top of Chris, pushing her into the mattress. Her legs were still wrapped around him, one knee hooked over his arm, and her hands gently caressed his back.
“You alive still?” she asked.
But he couldn’t speak, and he didn’t have the energy to move, so he grunted. That was all he could do. He could go at it all night without ever getting enough of this sweet, responsive woman he was still buried inside. He should pull out, clean up, and get rid of the condom. Then he wondered whether he’d have enough. He always made sure to have a package with him, something his first team coach had pounded into all of them. But he wanted a minute to just absorb this moment, not to think, not to hurt or feel the anguish of a woman who had ripped his heart out. He just wanted to stay forever feeling this bliss.
“Jake, you’re heavy.” She patted his back, and he pulled away and out of her. He ripped off the condom and climbed off the bed to dump it in the trash. She was lying on top of the duvet, watching him, and he was speechless at how gorgeous she looked lying on his bed. Her long silky hair shimmered with a hint of red, a shade he’d never seen before. He stepped closer and back onto
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