his fingers. Along her bra cups.Over her collarbone. Up her neck and into her hair, until he found just the right spot to hold her head, and then he kissed her.
He said he liked to reward, but this felt punishing. Pent-up feelings poured out of him. Maybe he wasn’t punishing her so much as them, together, for causing such a complication when he wanted nothing of the sort.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, commanding herto take him. At the same time, he worked his hand into her bra, squeezing her breast almost to the point of pain.
Almost. Not quite.
No, it didn’t hurt in the least.
“More,” she gasped against his mouth. He fondled her more roughly, giving her an edge that made her thighs ache. “Yes…”
“God, Cara, you feel so good.”
She let go of the railing and tugged at his clothes, needing to touch himthe same way he was touching her. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.”
“I want you, now. I want you inside me.”
“We’ve got all night.”
She groaned as she found his erection, hard and ready. She stroked him twice, then spun around, pushing her shorts to the floor as she spread her legs. “All night is for rounds two and three.”
Slow and controlled, he took off her top, then unhooked her bra andreplaced the satin cups with his hands for a fleeting second before he released her.
She sagged against the railing as he leaned down and grabbed protection, then stood and wrapped himself around her from behind. “Your wish is my command.”
He kissed her shoulder, her neck, scrapping his teeth along a spot behind her ear she had no idea made her wet, but it did now. Then he squeezed her hips,lifting her onto the tips of her toes as he slid his sheathed cock between her legs.
“Don’t tease me,” she gasped as he rubbed the tip against her clit.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “Feel that? Feel how hard I am for you? If you’re not wet enough, that’s gonna hurt.”
“I’m ready.” Jeez, she was whining now. But she wanted to feel him— “Oh.”
“Okay?”
“Ahhhh…” She tried to breathe. Wow, he was big.He’d just worked the head inside her, but she was already stretching around him to the aching point.
“It’s the angle,” he said, his voice strained.
She shot him a look over her shoulder that she hoped was equal parts accusing and appreciative. “Pretty sure it’s your size, not the angle. But don’t you dare stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He bent his legs and tugged on her hips, lining them upa bit better. And he sank in another bit.
“Oh, yes.” Yes! She swallowed her next moan and closed her eyes as he worked himself in and out, in and out, until he was all the way in.
Blissfully, achingly, solidly inside her.
Mother of…
His mouth touched her back again, her shoulder, as he folded over her and started moving. His hands crept up her front, stroking her belly, then settled on herbreasts, cupping and squeezing the hot, achy flesh.
He had her trapped, pinned for his pleasure, and he was giving just as much as he was taking. His thrusts were steady and strong, making her cry out as he heated her up, making her stretch for him. It felt like he was tunnelling deeper and deeper into her body, discovering erogenous zones she’d never experienced before.
The G-Spot? Check.
The magical, mysterious sweet spot a bit further back? Oh, yes. In both directions.
The blindingly good rub against her cervix? More, more, more of that.
“Your accent gets stronger the closer you are to coming,” he said in her ear, his own voice thick with lust.
“Oh, does it?” Shit. It did. She tried to laugh but he was pounding into her now, nearly lifting her off the ground, and all she coulddo was wrap her arm back around his neck and close her eyes as the fireworks started low in her belly.
“Cara,” he growled. “Come for me.”
And she did, spectacularly, as he pistoned himself two, three, four more times into her, then froze. His grip tightened
He said he liked to reward, but this felt punishing. Pent-up feelings poured out of him. Maybe he wasn’t punishing her so much as them, together, for causing such a complication when he wanted nothing of the sort.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, commanding herto take him. At the same time, he worked his hand into her bra, squeezing her breast almost to the point of pain.
Almost. Not quite.
No, it didn’t hurt in the least.
“More,” she gasped against his mouth. He fondled her more roughly, giving her an edge that made her thighs ache. “Yes…”
“God, Cara, you feel so good.”
She let go of the railing and tugged at his clothes, needing to touch himthe same way he was touching her. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me.”
“I want you, now. I want you inside me.”
“We’ve got all night.”
She groaned as she found his erection, hard and ready. She stroked him twice, then spun around, pushing her shorts to the floor as she spread her legs. “All night is for rounds two and three.”
Slow and controlled, he took off her top, then unhooked her bra andreplaced the satin cups with his hands for a fleeting second before he released her.
She sagged against the railing as he leaned down and grabbed protection, then stood and wrapped himself around her from behind. “Your wish is my command.”
He kissed her shoulder, her neck, scrapping his teeth along a spot behind her ear she had no idea made her wet, but it did now. Then he squeezed her hips,lifting her onto the tips of her toes as he slid his sheathed cock between her legs.
“Don’t tease me,” she gasped as he rubbed the tip against her clit.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “Feel that? Feel how hard I am for you? If you’re not wet enough, that’s gonna hurt.”
“I’m ready.” Jeez, she was whining now. But she wanted to feel him— “Oh.”
“Okay?”
“Ahhhh…” She tried to breathe. Wow, he was big.He’d just worked the head inside her, but she was already stretching around him to the aching point.
“It’s the angle,” he said, his voice strained.
She shot him a look over her shoulder that she hoped was equal parts accusing and appreciative. “Pretty sure it’s your size, not the angle. But don’t you dare stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He bent his legs and tugged on her hips, lining them upa bit better. And he sank in another bit.
“Oh, yes.” Yes! She swallowed her next moan and closed her eyes as he worked himself in and out, in and out, until he was all the way in.
Blissfully, achingly, solidly inside her.
Mother of…
His mouth touched her back again, her shoulder, as he folded over her and started moving. His hands crept up her front, stroking her belly, then settled on herbreasts, cupping and squeezing the hot, achy flesh.
He had her trapped, pinned for his pleasure, and he was giving just as much as he was taking. His thrusts were steady and strong, making her cry out as he heated her up, making her stretch for him. It felt like he was tunnelling deeper and deeper into her body, discovering erogenous zones she’d never experienced before.
The G-Spot? Check.
The magical, mysterious sweet spot a bit further back? Oh, yes. In both directions.
The blindingly good rub against her cervix? More, more, more of that.
“Your accent gets stronger the closer you are to coming,” he said in her ear, his own voice thick with lust.
“Oh, does it?” Shit. It did. She tried to laugh but he was pounding into her now, nearly lifting her off the ground, and all she coulddo was wrap her arm back around his neck and close her eyes as the fireworks started low in her belly.
“Cara,” he growled. “Come for me.”
And she did, spectacularly, as he pistoned himself two, three, four more times into her, then froze. His grip tightened
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