shorts and a red halter top that made her look like summer
itself.
A wiser man might have taken his time climbing down and walking
over to her. But clearly he wasn’t very wise, because he tossed his hat on the
seat and leaped from the truck, leaving the door hanging open. She ran across
the dirt yard and he met her halfway, catching her up in his arms and laughing
as she wrapped her bare legs around his hips. He supported her by cupping her
firm behind, and then he kissed her for all he was worth.
A separation of less than twenty-four hours seemed like days,
and he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. His cock swelled, and he knew where
this kiss was leading. Carrying her, he started for the house.
He made it up the porch steps, across the porch and through the
screen door. She pulled frantically at his clothes, and he doubted they’d get
all the way to her bedroom before the action started. She’d popped all the snaps
on his shirt by the time they’d staggered inside.
He knew better than to take her on the floor in here. Although
she’d instructed him to ignore this room the previous night, he’d noticed the
stained carpet and shabby furniture. The way she was moaning, though, she’d have
an orgasm before they reached her bedroom, and he wanted to be inside her when
she did.
So he made a command decision and backed her up against the
wall nearest the door. She must have caught on pretty quick, because once her
back was against the wall, she stopped working on his shirt and started
unfastening his belt. He managed to hold her one-handed, which took more
strength than he’d known he had, but that allowed him to fish out the condom
from his pocket. Apparently desperation made him stronger.
And eagerness made her faster. She’d freed him from his briefs
and sheathed his bad boy in a time that might be a world record, if they had
competitions for condom application. He was grateful for her speed when he
realized that her running shorts stretched and she wore nothing underneath.
The way her breasts were heaving under the halter top, he
suspected she was edging close to a climax, so he wasted no time in sliding
home. That single thrust was all it took. She arched her back and convulsed
around him as she gasped in pleasure.
He pumped slowly, drawing out the moment. As she started to
settle down, he shifted the angle and drove deeper.
Her eyes flew open. “Oh.”
“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with just one, did
you?”
She held his gaze. “I missed you.”
“Same here.” He pushed deeper and she opened to him, lifting
toward him in total surrender. “Missed this, too.”
“Uh-huh.” Her breathing quickened. “Thought...about it.”
“All day?” He increased the pace, daring her to keep up with
him.
“Yes.” She met him stroke for stroke and began to pant.
“Me, too. Imagined this. Burying my cock in you over and
over.”
“So good.” She groaned. “Nash, I’m...”
“I know.” Joy surged within him. “I can feel you tensing.”
“Come with me.”
“Love to.” As the waves of her orgasm flowed over him, he let
go. Amazing . Abandoning the last shred of control,
he gave himself up to hot bursts of pleasure that seemed to go on...and on...and
on. Her spasms milked him, leaving him gasping and trembling with the force of
his response.
They clung to each other for long moments, and their ragged
breathing was the only sound filling the silence. Nash wasn’t sure what to say,
what to do. He’d effectively bared his soul by letting her know how much he
craved her. But she’d returned the favor. She craved him just as much.
Finally she leaned her head against the wall. “It’s never been
like this.”
He was touched by her honesty. She didn’t have to say that, but
she’d said it anyway. “Not for me, either.”
“Bummer.”
He had to smile because he agreed. Finding sex that was so
right when the relationship was so wrong could correctly be labeled a bummer.
itself.
A wiser man might have taken his time climbing down and walking
over to her. But clearly he wasn’t very wise, because he tossed his hat on the
seat and leaped from the truck, leaving the door hanging open. She ran across
the dirt yard and he met her halfway, catching her up in his arms and laughing
as she wrapped her bare legs around his hips. He supported her by cupping her
firm behind, and then he kissed her for all he was worth.
A separation of less than twenty-four hours seemed like days,
and he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. His cock swelled, and he knew where
this kiss was leading. Carrying her, he started for the house.
He made it up the porch steps, across the porch and through the
screen door. She pulled frantically at his clothes, and he doubted they’d get
all the way to her bedroom before the action started. She’d popped all the snaps
on his shirt by the time they’d staggered inside.
He knew better than to take her on the floor in here. Although
she’d instructed him to ignore this room the previous night, he’d noticed the
stained carpet and shabby furniture. The way she was moaning, though, she’d have
an orgasm before they reached her bedroom, and he wanted to be inside her when
she did.
So he made a command decision and backed her up against the
wall nearest the door. She must have caught on pretty quick, because once her
back was against the wall, she stopped working on his shirt and started
unfastening his belt. He managed to hold her one-handed, which took more
strength than he’d known he had, but that allowed him to fish out the condom
from his pocket. Apparently desperation made him stronger.
And eagerness made her faster. She’d freed him from his briefs
and sheathed his bad boy in a time that might be a world record, if they had
competitions for condom application. He was grateful for her speed when he
realized that her running shorts stretched and she wore nothing underneath.
The way her breasts were heaving under the halter top, he
suspected she was edging close to a climax, so he wasted no time in sliding
home. That single thrust was all it took. She arched her back and convulsed
around him as she gasped in pleasure.
He pumped slowly, drawing out the moment. As she started to
settle down, he shifted the angle and drove deeper.
Her eyes flew open. “Oh.”
“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with just one, did
you?”
She held his gaze. “I missed you.”
“Same here.” He pushed deeper and she opened to him, lifting
toward him in total surrender. “Missed this, too.”
“Uh-huh.” Her breathing quickened. “Thought...about it.”
“All day?” He increased the pace, daring her to keep up with
him.
“Yes.” She met him stroke for stroke and began to pant.
“Me, too. Imagined this. Burying my cock in you over and
over.”
“So good.” She groaned. “Nash, I’m...”
“I know.” Joy surged within him. “I can feel you tensing.”
“Come with me.”
“Love to.” As the waves of her orgasm flowed over him, he let
go. Amazing . Abandoning the last shred of control,
he gave himself up to hot bursts of pleasure that seemed to go on...and on...and
on. Her spasms milked him, leaving him gasping and trembling with the force of
his response.
They clung to each other for long moments, and their ragged
breathing was the only sound filling the silence. Nash wasn’t sure what to say,
what to do. He’d effectively bared his soul by letting her know how much he
craved her. But she’d returned the favor. She craved him just as much.
Finally she leaned her head against the wall. “It’s never been
like this.”
He was touched by her honesty. She didn’t have to say that, but
she’d said it anyway. “Not for me, either.”
“Bummer.”
He had to smile because he agreed. Finding sex that was so
right when the relationship was so wrong could correctly be labeled a bummer.
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