withstood on the side of the road. None of it mattered, though, because he was back where he belonged.
They fully undressed and lowered onto the bed, their naked bodies searing together in a fiery embrace. Lorena smelled like roses from her recent bath. She opened her mouth to him, willing and eager to please. Her lush lips moved beneath his, making him grow harder at the sweet invitation in her kiss. His tongue entered, seeking the moistness of her mouth as it scraped across her teeth.
He ran his hands up her body, massaging her soft breasts with their hardened nipples for long moments before skimming across her tightly toned stomach. He loved how she felt—the dual softness and strength. Moving his hand lower, he dipped his fingers between her thighs to brush the wet flesh there.
The soft cry from her lips encouraged his touch, and he pushed two fingers inside of her to prime her for his entry.
Her teeth nipped at his neck, her tongue slid along his collarbone, and when she pressed her warm mouth to the rapid pulse in the hollow of his throat, he let out a groan and pushed her legs wide.
“Condom.”
The whispered reminder brought his actions to a screeching halt. He was so far gone he’d been ready to dive into her unrestricted. Matthew scrambled off the bed and retrieved a condom, but he didn’t return to the bed right away.
Instead, he went to the dresser and pulled open one of the top drawers where she kept her scarves. He removed two of them and rejoined her. The handcuffs were at his apartment, so they’d have to improvise.
A smoldering heat darkened her eyes because she knew what he wanted. She stretched her arms above her head until they touched the iron bars of the bed in unspoken acceptance. He dropped the condom on the bedside table and quickly tied her wrists until she couldn’t move.
Propped up on his arms, he hovered over her and kissed her with a hunger that cut through him on a cellular level. He captured her gasps with his mouth, dipping his tongue between her tasty lips. She sucked him deeper into the warm depths of her mouth, making him groan helplessly, his kiss turning aggressive. He wanted to swallow her whole.
He kissed his way lower, tuned in to every movement, every whimper, and feasted on her soft breasts—breasts that belonged to him, that he would never let another man touch for as long as he lived. From this moment forward, he would be the only man to make love to her.
****
Lorena’s body ached everywhere. He gave her breasts his undivided attention, bidding the nipples to stand up with the slide of his tongue and tug of his mouth, his enthusiasm demonstrating how much he’d missed them. Being unable to move only heightened the sensations of everything he did to her. It felt so good she could only whimper her appreciation. With her eyes half closed, she lifted her body toward him with urgent desperation.
She didn’t care. She wanted him—was filled with a need to be possessed by him. How could she have thought to lie down with someone else? No other man would do.
His dark head moved lower, traveling over the plane of her flat stomach. The muscles of his arms bulged as he kept himself suspended over her so he could continue in his task of giving her pleasure. He dipped his moist tongue in her navel before moving further south to the cluster of dark hair. Her thigh muscles quivered when his breath fanned her heated skin, and she gasped when he made contact with her swollen flesh. She shamelessly opened her legs so he could kiss the neatly trimmed curls and lick the nub nestled there. The teasing caress made her want to scream.
She felt the moist wriggle of his tongue as he thrust inside of her, scattering all coherent thought. She let out a cry of frustration when she moved to grab his head but couldn’t. She tried to close her legs, but he forced them to stay open, allowing his mouth to move unrestricted over her wet flesh. Fisting her hands, she struggled against
They fully undressed and lowered onto the bed, their naked bodies searing together in a fiery embrace. Lorena smelled like roses from her recent bath. She opened her mouth to him, willing and eager to please. Her lush lips moved beneath his, making him grow harder at the sweet invitation in her kiss. His tongue entered, seeking the moistness of her mouth as it scraped across her teeth.
He ran his hands up her body, massaging her soft breasts with their hardened nipples for long moments before skimming across her tightly toned stomach. He loved how she felt—the dual softness and strength. Moving his hand lower, he dipped his fingers between her thighs to brush the wet flesh there.
The soft cry from her lips encouraged his touch, and he pushed two fingers inside of her to prime her for his entry.
Her teeth nipped at his neck, her tongue slid along his collarbone, and when she pressed her warm mouth to the rapid pulse in the hollow of his throat, he let out a groan and pushed her legs wide.
“Condom.”
The whispered reminder brought his actions to a screeching halt. He was so far gone he’d been ready to dive into her unrestricted. Matthew scrambled off the bed and retrieved a condom, but he didn’t return to the bed right away.
Instead, he went to the dresser and pulled open one of the top drawers where she kept her scarves. He removed two of them and rejoined her. The handcuffs were at his apartment, so they’d have to improvise.
A smoldering heat darkened her eyes because she knew what he wanted. She stretched her arms above her head until they touched the iron bars of the bed in unspoken acceptance. He dropped the condom on the bedside table and quickly tied her wrists until she couldn’t move.
Propped up on his arms, he hovered over her and kissed her with a hunger that cut through him on a cellular level. He captured her gasps with his mouth, dipping his tongue between her tasty lips. She sucked him deeper into the warm depths of her mouth, making him groan helplessly, his kiss turning aggressive. He wanted to swallow her whole.
He kissed his way lower, tuned in to every movement, every whimper, and feasted on her soft breasts—breasts that belonged to him, that he would never let another man touch for as long as he lived. From this moment forward, he would be the only man to make love to her.
****
Lorena’s body ached everywhere. He gave her breasts his undivided attention, bidding the nipples to stand up with the slide of his tongue and tug of his mouth, his enthusiasm demonstrating how much he’d missed them. Being unable to move only heightened the sensations of everything he did to her. It felt so good she could only whimper her appreciation. With her eyes half closed, she lifted her body toward him with urgent desperation.
She didn’t care. She wanted him—was filled with a need to be possessed by him. How could she have thought to lie down with someone else? No other man would do.
His dark head moved lower, traveling over the plane of her flat stomach. The muscles of his arms bulged as he kept himself suspended over her so he could continue in his task of giving her pleasure. He dipped his moist tongue in her navel before moving further south to the cluster of dark hair. Her thigh muscles quivered when his breath fanned her heated skin, and she gasped when he made contact with her swollen flesh. She shamelessly opened her legs so he could kiss the neatly trimmed curls and lick the nub nestled there. The teasing caress made her want to scream.
She felt the moist wriggle of his tongue as he thrust inside of her, scattering all coherent thought. She let out a cry of frustration when she moved to grab his head but couldn’t. She tried to close her legs, but he forced them to stay open, allowing his mouth to move unrestricted over her wet flesh. Fisting her hands, she struggled against
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