and this time didn’t hesitate to wriggle out of them. He pushed his boxers off and lay on his side, facing her. They admired each other’s bodies for a moment, her heart beginning to pound again at the sight of him so ready for her.
“Nice,” she whispered.
“Double nice.”
He began to kiss her again, growing bolder, more insistent. His rising passion made her arch her back, pushing her breasts toward him, and she sighed as he played with her nipples, his fingers gentle but firm, his tongue warm on the sensitive skin.
After a while he trailed his hand along her abdomen, resting his fingers at the top of her pubic hair. She shivered as he traced a pattern on the flat of her stomach. He lifted his head momentarily and licked his fingers. He kissed her again as he slid his hand back down to her hair, then deeper, into the warm, moist part of her. She could have told him he wouldn’t need any lubricant, and sure enough, as he found her slick and ready for him, he raised his head to look at her. She thought he would be smiling, but his eyes were hot, and he was obviously as desperate to be inside her as she was to have him inside.
“Mmm.” He stroked her gently. “Triple nice.”
She closed her eyes, sighing as his mouth closed over one nipple then the other, and it wasn’t long before she caught his hand, unable to bear the torment any longer. “Now.”
He retrieved one of the packets, tearing it open with his teeth. He put the condom on and lay on his back, pulling her on top of him, her long blonde hair falling across his chest like silk. She sat as upright as she could in the small tent and moved her hips, feeling the tip of him brush her swollen lips, which were so sensitive it made her gasp.
“You do it,” he said huskily, cupping her breasts. “As slow as you want.”
“No need for slowness.” She pushed down in one firm movement, taking the whole of him inside, making both of them gasp out loud. He looked up at the tent roof, closing his eyes momentarily, trying to keep a tight hold on his self-control. She smiled wryly. Now she’d got rid of her reservations, she felt wildly uninhibited. She didn’t want him in control. She wanted him as crazy as she felt.
She began to move on top of him, small movements initially, letting the tip of him slide inside her before lifting herself back up several times, then sinking down until he was completely sheathed in her, making him groan. She did this again and again, teasing him until he gave her a hot glare and, tightening his arms around her, rolled over carefully so she lay under him.
She gasped as he began to move more urgently, pulling her against him so he could thrust more deeply inside her, angling himself so he aroused her as he moved. She had never made love like this. But of course this wasn’t lovemaking—this was sex, pure, hard and simple, hot and erotic. She mustn’t confuse the two.
He bent his head and kissed her, brushing his lips against her cheek and around to her left ear, his breath hot on her neck. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, his hips moving rhythmically, insistently. “Come for me… I know you want to…”
Oh…she did. He was waiting for her, managing to hold back. But he didn’t have long to wait. The orgasm built quickly, the muscles in her thighs and belly starting to tighten exquisitely. She gasped as the wave swept over her and everything began to pulse, and she knew she’d cried out, but she couldn’t stop herself. His mouth closed over hers, muffling her moans, and some part of her brain thought about his comment on “the breath of life” and wondered if this was what it referred to.
She wrapped her legs around him and he groaned, plunging deeper into her, making her exclaim, then he tightened with his own climax and gave a deep shudder, his hips jerking, the muscles of his back rigid beneath her fingertips.
He lowered his head and rested it gently on her shoulder as their breathing began to quieten.
“Nice,” she whispered.
“Double nice.”
He began to kiss her again, growing bolder, more insistent. His rising passion made her arch her back, pushing her breasts toward him, and she sighed as he played with her nipples, his fingers gentle but firm, his tongue warm on the sensitive skin.
After a while he trailed his hand along her abdomen, resting his fingers at the top of her pubic hair. She shivered as he traced a pattern on the flat of her stomach. He lifted his head momentarily and licked his fingers. He kissed her again as he slid his hand back down to her hair, then deeper, into the warm, moist part of her. She could have told him he wouldn’t need any lubricant, and sure enough, as he found her slick and ready for him, he raised his head to look at her. She thought he would be smiling, but his eyes were hot, and he was obviously as desperate to be inside her as she was to have him inside.
“Mmm.” He stroked her gently. “Triple nice.”
She closed her eyes, sighing as his mouth closed over one nipple then the other, and it wasn’t long before she caught his hand, unable to bear the torment any longer. “Now.”
He retrieved one of the packets, tearing it open with his teeth. He put the condom on and lay on his back, pulling her on top of him, her long blonde hair falling across his chest like silk. She sat as upright as she could in the small tent and moved her hips, feeling the tip of him brush her swollen lips, which were so sensitive it made her gasp.
“You do it,” he said huskily, cupping her breasts. “As slow as you want.”
“No need for slowness.” She pushed down in one firm movement, taking the whole of him inside, making both of them gasp out loud. He looked up at the tent roof, closing his eyes momentarily, trying to keep a tight hold on his self-control. She smiled wryly. Now she’d got rid of her reservations, she felt wildly uninhibited. She didn’t want him in control. She wanted him as crazy as she felt.
She began to move on top of him, small movements initially, letting the tip of him slide inside her before lifting herself back up several times, then sinking down until he was completely sheathed in her, making him groan. She did this again and again, teasing him until he gave her a hot glare and, tightening his arms around her, rolled over carefully so she lay under him.
She gasped as he began to move more urgently, pulling her against him so he could thrust more deeply inside her, angling himself so he aroused her as he moved. She had never made love like this. But of course this wasn’t lovemaking—this was sex, pure, hard and simple, hot and erotic. She mustn’t confuse the two.
He bent his head and kissed her, brushing his lips against her cheek and around to her left ear, his breath hot on her neck. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, his hips moving rhythmically, insistently. “Come for me… I know you want to…”
Oh…she did. He was waiting for her, managing to hold back. But he didn’t have long to wait. The orgasm built quickly, the muscles in her thighs and belly starting to tighten exquisitely. She gasped as the wave swept over her and everything began to pulse, and she knew she’d cried out, but she couldn’t stop herself. His mouth closed over hers, muffling her moans, and some part of her brain thought about his comment on “the breath of life” and wondered if this was what it referred to.
She wrapped her legs around him and he groaned, plunging deeper into her, making her exclaim, then he tightened with his own climax and gave a deep shudder, his hips jerking, the muscles of his back rigid beneath her fingertips.
He lowered his head and rested it gently on her shoulder as their breathing began to quieten.
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