Deke.” Her voice was soft, her words
nearly inaudible.
I sheathed myself
with the condom. She was so ready, I knew it without even having to
ask or touch her. When I entered her, she sighed in my ear, a sweet,
shuddering sigh, as if at long last she, too, was coming home. She
gloved me in her tight, hot, wonderful body, cradling and clamping
down on me.
My chest heaved, my
knees buckling. It felt more fantastic than anything had ever felt in
my life. Geezus, this is what I’d been missing?
I thrust, and she
clung to me. She was warm and loving and whispering in my ear—soft
words, and my name over and over, like a litany of her most secret
desires. Her breast were full and soft, pillowed against my chest, my
hot hands on her bare bottom and hot between her legs, taking her
higher and higher with each thrust of my driving hips.
She was going to
come for me. I could feel it in the tightening of her legs around my
waist, in the arch in her back, in the clutch of her hands on my
upper arms. She was reaching…reaching, her breath coming in
short, ragged pants. When her release hit, it hit me like a riptide,
dragging me under on a wave of intense, searing pleasure as she
contracted around me. I jerked against her, deepening our contact,
burying myself deep, and I came, endlessly, pouring into her, until I
had no more.
It was everything
I’d fantasized and more.
All I’d ever
wanted. I found her mouth and took it with a long, lazy, devouring
kiss, my heart racing like a freight train, my breath coming hard,
the soft, lazy ripples of her orgasm playing over me like the
sweetest torture.
I cupped her bottom
and pulled her close, away from the wall, then toed out of my boots
and kicked off my jeans. Walking across the room, I eased her down
onto the bed. Baring her shoulder, I pressed another kiss to her
skin. Then I kissed her neck, and her cheek, and her eyebrows. She
was beautiful, so beautiful, her body hot beneath mine, still pulsing
with the pleasure we’d shared.
Minnie stirred, and
I quieted her with another kiss, stripping her shirt and bra off,
aching at the sight of her beauty. “Shh,” I murmured,
stroking her, long gentle sweeps from her waist and up over her
breasts. “Don’t move. Not yet.”
Her lashes rose,
revealing the gaze of a slumberous, satisfied woman, and heat coiled
in my groin.
Ten minutes, I
thought, leaning down over her, running my tongue over her skin, ten
more minutes—or God, maybe five…or one—and I’d
be ready to go again. I loved the way she smelled, the way she
tasted. Her skin was so soft, silky, everything I’d ever
dreamed it would be.
“Shh.” I
kept kissing her—and thinking, God, she came for me,
effortlessly, like a wave coming to shore.
I was sated, but
still horny for her.
And this was real,
and I might be coming down from that fucking intense orgasm, but just
thinking about it got me hard again. So damned hard.
I put on a new
condom, and pushed back inside her with a groan.
Perfect. She was so
perfect, so worth waiting for, like silk around me This time I took
it slow, which in no way lessened the intensity. I pumped into her
relentlessly, and she clutched me, digging into my skin, pulling my
hair, which I loved.
My God, my dick was
so sensitive, so achingly hard, and when she came again, I just kept
moving my hips, thrusting into her, increasing her pleasure with each
stroke.
I collapsed on my
side when it was over. I kept one arm around her, holding her to me.
“Bloody hell,
are you sure this was your first time?”
“Yeah,”
I said, my voice hoarse and deep. “Hey, where are you going?
I’m not done here. Give me some time.”
“What?”
she squeaked.
I grinned like the
cheeky devil she’d called me. “There are advantages to
fucking a younger man.” I met and held her gaze. “Minnie,”
I whispered her name, rolling on another condom and manhandling her
onto her back, settling my semi-hard dick between her legs, and my
mouth clamped
nearly inaudible.
I sheathed myself
with the condom. She was so ready, I knew it without even having to
ask or touch her. When I entered her, she sighed in my ear, a sweet,
shuddering sigh, as if at long last she, too, was coming home. She
gloved me in her tight, hot, wonderful body, cradling and clamping
down on me.
My chest heaved, my
knees buckling. It felt more fantastic than anything had ever felt in
my life. Geezus, this is what I’d been missing?
I thrust, and she
clung to me. She was warm and loving and whispering in my ear—soft
words, and my name over and over, like a litany of her most secret
desires. Her breast were full and soft, pillowed against my chest, my
hot hands on her bare bottom and hot between her legs, taking her
higher and higher with each thrust of my driving hips.
She was going to
come for me. I could feel it in the tightening of her legs around my
waist, in the arch in her back, in the clutch of her hands on my
upper arms. She was reaching…reaching, her breath coming in
short, ragged pants. When her release hit, it hit me like a riptide,
dragging me under on a wave of intense, searing pleasure as she
contracted around me. I jerked against her, deepening our contact,
burying myself deep, and I came, endlessly, pouring into her, until I
had no more.
It was everything
I’d fantasized and more.
All I’d ever
wanted. I found her mouth and took it with a long, lazy, devouring
kiss, my heart racing like a freight train, my breath coming hard,
the soft, lazy ripples of her orgasm playing over me like the
sweetest torture.
I cupped her bottom
and pulled her close, away from the wall, then toed out of my boots
and kicked off my jeans. Walking across the room, I eased her down
onto the bed. Baring her shoulder, I pressed another kiss to her
skin. Then I kissed her neck, and her cheek, and her eyebrows. She
was beautiful, so beautiful, her body hot beneath mine, still pulsing
with the pleasure we’d shared.
Minnie stirred, and
I quieted her with another kiss, stripping her shirt and bra off,
aching at the sight of her beauty. “Shh,” I murmured,
stroking her, long gentle sweeps from her waist and up over her
breasts. “Don’t move. Not yet.”
Her lashes rose,
revealing the gaze of a slumberous, satisfied woman, and heat coiled
in my groin.
Ten minutes, I
thought, leaning down over her, running my tongue over her skin, ten
more minutes—or God, maybe five…or one—and I’d
be ready to go again. I loved the way she smelled, the way she
tasted. Her skin was so soft, silky, everything I’d ever
dreamed it would be.
“Shh.” I
kept kissing her—and thinking, God, she came for me,
effortlessly, like a wave coming to shore.
I was sated, but
still horny for her.
And this was real,
and I might be coming down from that fucking intense orgasm, but just
thinking about it got me hard again. So damned hard.
I put on a new
condom, and pushed back inside her with a groan.
Perfect. She was so
perfect, so worth waiting for, like silk around me This time I took
it slow, which in no way lessened the intensity. I pumped into her
relentlessly, and she clutched me, digging into my skin, pulling my
hair, which I loved.
My God, my dick was
so sensitive, so achingly hard, and when she came again, I just kept
moving my hips, thrusting into her, increasing her pleasure with each
stroke.
I collapsed on my
side when it was over. I kept one arm around her, holding her to me.
“Bloody hell,
are you sure this was your first time?”
“Yeah,”
I said, my voice hoarse and deep. “Hey, where are you going?
I’m not done here. Give me some time.”
“What?”
she squeaked.
I grinned like the
cheeky devil she’d called me. “There are advantages to
fucking a younger man.” I met and held her gaze. “Minnie,”
I whispered her name, rolling on another condom and manhandling her
onto her back, settling my semi-hard dick between her legs, and my
mouth clamped
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