confidently say that I’ll never forget you’re a girl,” he teased. Reaching out and toying with her breasts, he enjoyed the way they moved as she sighed and squirmed. He leaned back from her, kissed her mound then stood, holding out his hand.
Samantha took it and, with a strong, graceful movement, rose to her feet. He led her back to the shower, turned on the water and bathed them quickly. Carrying their discarded clothing, he led her back up to the incline. The towel was still on the ground where they’d left it. He knelt down beside it, touched the wet spot at the bottom, the light streaks of her blood.
“Thank you,” David said quietly, looking up at her. “For wanting me. My children.”
She blinked hard, forcing back the tears that made her eyes shimmer. Standing over him, she held his head to her breasts, kissed the short, spiky hair on top of his head then leaned back. He looked up at her again. Sunlight made her bright, clear eyes glisten. Wordlessly, she took his hand and, still naked, they walked into the cottage.
Chapter Five
The next morning, David grinned as he started to wake. Home. He was home. The scents of wood and rattan greeted him, the feel of linen sheets and real feather pillows. And Samantha, curled up into his warmth. Her naked body was pressed against his. The lushness of her breasts against his ribs delighted him. Her leg was thrown over his like she owned him and couldn’t stand to be parted from him even in sleep. The first rays of sunlight came through the window and he heard water against the shore.
His grin widened as he stroked her soft, warm back, happily aware of the hard-on he’d woken with and enjoying the feel of his cock lengthening even more. Remembering how she’d jumped up onto the kitchen counter and watched him plate the chicken dinner they’d picked up at the grocery store. How he’d smeared some of the barbeque sauce across her shoulder and licked it off, and hadn’t stopped until they were both naked and he was buried inside her. Her firm ass slid across the granite as he drove into her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him so tight he thought she’d crack his back.
Perhaps it hadn’t been prudent. He’d torn her maidenhead only a few hours earlier. But it had definitely been delightful, for both of them.
And later, after they’d eaten, she’d asked if they could light a fire down by the lake. In the same fire pit he and his brother and sisters used to roast marshmallows in when he was a kid, with bats wheeling overhead and the quarter moon reflected off the surface of the lake, his Samantha had stood up from one of the beach chairs he’d carried down. She’d taken off her clothes. Did it so slow and seductively he was amazed she’d managed to stay a virgin as long as she had. And that he’d managed to avoid being court-martialed for jumping her. His grin turned into a smile as he remembered tearing off his own clothes and following her into the water, holding her in his arms and trembling with need as she stroked and pulled his cock until he was hard as stone. Then slid it inside herself and began moving on him. Dragging his hand down her body and pressing his fingers to her clit, he’d loved the feel of her rubbing her nipples against his chest. She’d aroused them both then came at him so hard and fast it was a miracle he didn’t come before she did.
Still smiling, David eased his thumb across her back. He’d never been so content. So...
The old-style phone on the night table started to ring. That one, the one in the study and the one hanging on the kitchen wall too.
Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his free arm, yanked the receiver off the cradle and growled into it. “This better be good.”
Samantha stirred. She dragged her breasts against him as she moved and he tightened his arm around her, heightening the sensation. Ignoring the phone in his hand now, he kissed her brow then her mouth when she lifted it to him.
“ Somebody
Samantha took it and, with a strong, graceful movement, rose to her feet. He led her back to the shower, turned on the water and bathed them quickly. Carrying their discarded clothing, he led her back up to the incline. The towel was still on the ground where they’d left it. He knelt down beside it, touched the wet spot at the bottom, the light streaks of her blood.
“Thank you,” David said quietly, looking up at her. “For wanting me. My children.”
She blinked hard, forcing back the tears that made her eyes shimmer. Standing over him, she held his head to her breasts, kissed the short, spiky hair on top of his head then leaned back. He looked up at her again. Sunlight made her bright, clear eyes glisten. Wordlessly, she took his hand and, still naked, they walked into the cottage.
Chapter Five
The next morning, David grinned as he started to wake. Home. He was home. The scents of wood and rattan greeted him, the feel of linen sheets and real feather pillows. And Samantha, curled up into his warmth. Her naked body was pressed against his. The lushness of her breasts against his ribs delighted him. Her leg was thrown over his like she owned him and couldn’t stand to be parted from him even in sleep. The first rays of sunlight came through the window and he heard water against the shore.
His grin widened as he stroked her soft, warm back, happily aware of the hard-on he’d woken with and enjoying the feel of his cock lengthening even more. Remembering how she’d jumped up onto the kitchen counter and watched him plate the chicken dinner they’d picked up at the grocery store. How he’d smeared some of the barbeque sauce across her shoulder and licked it off, and hadn’t stopped until they were both naked and he was buried inside her. Her firm ass slid across the granite as he drove into her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him so tight he thought she’d crack his back.
Perhaps it hadn’t been prudent. He’d torn her maidenhead only a few hours earlier. But it had definitely been delightful, for both of them.
And later, after they’d eaten, she’d asked if they could light a fire down by the lake. In the same fire pit he and his brother and sisters used to roast marshmallows in when he was a kid, with bats wheeling overhead and the quarter moon reflected off the surface of the lake, his Samantha had stood up from one of the beach chairs he’d carried down. She’d taken off her clothes. Did it so slow and seductively he was amazed she’d managed to stay a virgin as long as she had. And that he’d managed to avoid being court-martialed for jumping her. His grin turned into a smile as he remembered tearing off his own clothes and following her into the water, holding her in his arms and trembling with need as she stroked and pulled his cock until he was hard as stone. Then slid it inside herself and began moving on him. Dragging his hand down her body and pressing his fingers to her clit, he’d loved the feel of her rubbing her nipples against his chest. She’d aroused them both then came at him so hard and fast it was a miracle he didn’t come before she did.
Still smiling, David eased his thumb across her back. He’d never been so content. So...
The old-style phone on the night table started to ring. That one, the one in the study and the one hanging on the kitchen wall too.
Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his free arm, yanked the receiver off the cradle and growled into it. “This better be good.”
Samantha stirred. She dragged her breasts against him as she moved and he tightened his arm around her, heightening the sensation. Ignoring the phone in his hand now, he kissed her brow then her mouth when she lifted it to him.
“ Somebody
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