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Authors: Tiffinie Helmer
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he not indulged with other women?
“They weren’t you.”
Okay, she really needed to curb her tongue. She’d already revealed more than she was comfortable with.
He must have felt her unease for he kissed her again. Thoughts flew out of her head, leaving it empty of everything but him. She’d wanted this for so long. His arms around her, his body pressing into hers.
His fingers unbuttoned her pants, slid down the zipper, and found her. Heat infused her as his finger slipped along her folds, tested her readiness, before diving into her.
Holy Mother of Pearl, it wasn’t going to take anything to make her come.
Just a few strokes of his fingers deep inside her, and a few flicks of his thumb against that ultrasensitive part of her, and she was soaring.
C HAPTER E LEVEN
Skip cursed his broken arm.
He needed inside her. Now. This one-handed situation sucked. He wanted to lift her, position her, hold her tight, as he pounded into her. It wasn’t enough to have his fingers inside her.
He needed more.
Then she came apart, her nails digging into him, her pelvis grinding down on his hand.
Oh, shit.
He clamped down on his own excitement at watching her pleasure, or he was going to come in his pants. He hadn’t felt like this since high school. He tensed, counted to ten, twenty, a hundred, recited the star spangled banner, while she floated back to him.
Her eyes opened and met his, and he caught his breath.
She still cared.
But could she still love him?
Then she was kicking off her pants, fully naked except her double layers of socks, and his heart stopped at the goddess picture she made. Soft and curvy, so much more mature than the last time he’d been naked with her. The drugs had kept her skinny with bones protruding from her ribs and hips. How he wanted to explore this new body of lushness. His mouth watered and he reached for her, and she was there, her hands tearing at his jeans. She grabbed his erection. He hollered with pleasure so intense it pained him to stop her.
“Wren, I won’t last.” Then her mouth was over him, her tongue sliding down his rigid length, swallowing him, sucking, he grabbed her head, burying his hand in her hair, twisting, trying to pull her off him before he...
Oh, God.
He hollered her name, his hips thrusting into her mouth as she took him, all of him. The night bloomed with iridescence as he exploded.
He lay there, stunned with his inability to control his own body. He’d never lost himself like that. He’d wanted to be inside her.
“Technically, you were,” she said her voice husky and pleased.
Had he voiced that?
“Yep. Guess I’m not the only one who has a problem with that.”
He chuckled. This is a new development. What other new things did he get to experience with her?
She slowly crawled up his body, her tongue licking his abs.
His penis twitched, hardened with a new rush of blood. Hallelujah. One good thing about abstinence, he was good to go again. He groaned as her mouth traveled up his ribs, took his nipple into her mouth and teased. She was so expressive, wild yet with a balance of calm he hadn’t seen in her before. She was the same but more. So much more he wanted to explore.
“How’s the arm?” she asked, her teeth closing over the vein in his neck.
“What arm?”
She gave a husky laugh that had him twitching again, reaching for her. She slid over him, parted her thighs, and hovered. Her eyes met his and stayed focused on him in the bluish light of the storm as she slowly, ever so slowly, took him inside the glorious heat of her delectable body.
He gave a long drawn out groan as she took him as deeply as her body would allow. Her eyes shuddered closed as she rose above him and leisurely began to ride him.
He watched in awe at the magnificence of her. Her long black hair trailed down her back, falling forward over her shoulders, over her breasts, to graze his stomach. Such glorious globes of perfection bounced as her hips picked up speed.
“They weren’t you.”
Okay, she really needed to curb her tongue. She’d already revealed more than she was comfortable with.
He must have felt her unease for he kissed her again. Thoughts flew out of her head, leaving it empty of everything but him. She’d wanted this for so long. His arms around her, his body pressing into hers.
His fingers unbuttoned her pants, slid down the zipper, and found her. Heat infused her as his finger slipped along her folds, tested her readiness, before diving into her.
Holy Mother of Pearl, it wasn’t going to take anything to make her come.
Just a few strokes of his fingers deep inside her, and a few flicks of his thumb against that ultrasensitive part of her, and she was soaring.
C HAPTER E LEVEN
Skip cursed his broken arm.
He needed inside her. Now. This one-handed situation sucked. He wanted to lift her, position her, hold her tight, as he pounded into her. It wasn’t enough to have his fingers inside her.
He needed more.
Then she came apart, her nails digging into him, her pelvis grinding down on his hand.
Oh, shit.
He clamped down on his own excitement at watching her pleasure, or he was going to come in his pants. He hadn’t felt like this since high school. He tensed, counted to ten, twenty, a hundred, recited the star spangled banner, while she floated back to him.
Her eyes opened and met his, and he caught his breath.
She still cared.
But could she still love him?
Then she was kicking off her pants, fully naked except her double layers of socks, and his heart stopped at the goddess picture she made. Soft and curvy, so much more mature than the last time he’d been naked with her. The drugs had kept her skinny with bones protruding from her ribs and hips. How he wanted to explore this new body of lushness. His mouth watered and he reached for her, and she was there, her hands tearing at his jeans. She grabbed his erection. He hollered with pleasure so intense it pained him to stop her.
“Wren, I won’t last.” Then her mouth was over him, her tongue sliding down his rigid length, swallowing him, sucking, he grabbed her head, burying his hand in her hair, twisting, trying to pull her off him before he...
Oh, God.
He hollered her name, his hips thrusting into her mouth as she took him, all of him. The night bloomed with iridescence as he exploded.
He lay there, stunned with his inability to control his own body. He’d never lost himself like that. He’d wanted to be inside her.
“Technically, you were,” she said her voice husky and pleased.
Had he voiced that?
“Yep. Guess I’m not the only one who has a problem with that.”
He chuckled. This is a new development. What other new things did he get to experience with her?
She slowly crawled up his body, her tongue licking his abs.
His penis twitched, hardened with a new rush of blood. Hallelujah. One good thing about abstinence, he was good to go again. He groaned as her mouth traveled up his ribs, took his nipple into her mouth and teased. She was so expressive, wild yet with a balance of calm he hadn’t seen in her before. She was the same but more. So much more he wanted to explore.
“How’s the arm?” she asked, her teeth closing over the vein in his neck.
“What arm?”
She gave a husky laugh that had him twitching again, reaching for her. She slid over him, parted her thighs, and hovered. Her eyes met his and stayed focused on him in the bluish light of the storm as she slowly, ever so slowly, took him inside the glorious heat of her delectable body.
He gave a long drawn out groan as she took him as deeply as her body would allow. Her eyes shuddered closed as she rose above him and leisurely began to ride him.
He watched in awe at the magnificence of her. Her long black hair trailed down her back, falling forward over her shoulders, over her breasts, to graze his stomach. Such glorious globes of perfection bounced as her hips picked up speed.
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