clamped around her waist. This part of the house faced away from the road, toward a small lawn where spring wildflowers were starting to come up, bathed in gold by the late afternoon sun, and outlined by the acres of verdantgreen marsh and silver water of high tide just beyond them. Sarah caught the edge ofthe frame and closed her eyes as his fingers tugged at her ponytail and brought her hairspilling onto her shoulders.
“Glory,” he murmured, and dropped her barrette to the floor. His fingers slid over her thighs, under the narrow silk and lace crotch, and gently he stroked her damp folds.
“Justin,” she managed. “You can't—”
“Sshh…” His nose pressed into her hair. He began a slow, painstaking process of using the movements of his face against her to spill her hair forward and bare her neck. Each small shove to move the strands to the edge of her shoulder and send them tumbling forward onto her breast was accompanied by a soft nuzzle, a lick or a gentle bite of her nape. His thumb made idle passes on her clit, dipping and pressing slightlyinto her pussy, making her ass lift in response and slide against his erection, pushed against her. Still he took his time, worrying her neck. She began to wish she had less hair, and then more, and then she was incapable of deciding whether she wanted him to stop, or if she could never get enough.
At last he rubbed his rough jaw against her skin, and his nose into the shallow dip of her collarbone, so her head fell back against his shoulder, letting him suckle the taut line of her windpipe, which seemed to be processing far too little air. His hand took hold of her bare breast, not the nipple, the whole thing, as if he cradled a fragile treasure beneath which her heart beat rapidly.
“I know this may be hard for you to believe, Sarah,” he said, low, his breath hot against her skin. “I didn't come to your home last night to ravish you. But once I saw you, smelled you, I had to have you. That was personal, Sarah. We are lovers.” His handtightened on her, not so gentle. “It’s not about time or preparation. It’s a spark, ignited in a single moment, and don’t you dare deny it. You know when it happened last night,as much as I do.”
53
Joey W. Hill
She did remember, though she had tried to block it, even denied it to herself when the moment had occurred last night. Their faces had been close, and he had been insideher. They had both grown still, as if suddenly time stopped, and there was a heavy hazeof desire slowing their movements. He had lowered his lips to hers, not to plunder but to sip, to taste and find her , and offer himself. It had been there, an all-consuming moment of heart, mind and soul, and though it had slipped away before the power oftheir lust only a blink later, it had been potent enough to embed itself in her memory, called up the moment he summoned it now. It had been intimacy, uncalled butimposing itself on them all the same.
He slid back and began to kiss her, working his way down her spine.
“Do you know how many vertebrae there are, Sarah?”
“No,” she rasped.
“Eight cervical, twelve thoracic, five lumbar and five sacral vertebrae...and thenthere is the coccyx, the lovely, lovely tailbone.”
His mouth closed over one of the bumps of bone he had enumerated for her, licked. Then another. “I do not want to miss a single…perfect…one…of them. Ah…missed that one. Have to start over.”
Sarah whimpered. His thumb pushed more deeply into her pussy as he went several inches back up her spine and started down again. He was everywhere on her. Awet warm mouth, a flick of the tongue on her spine. A slow, circular stroke of histhumb inside her cunt. The firm hold of that arm banded across her, his palm holding her breast, kneading it. What was it about a strong man holding a woman helpless back against him that could make the knees weak and
“Glory,” he murmured, and dropped her barrette to the floor. His fingers slid over her thighs, under the narrow silk and lace crotch, and gently he stroked her damp folds.
“Justin,” she managed. “You can't—”
“Sshh…” His nose pressed into her hair. He began a slow, painstaking process of using the movements of his face against her to spill her hair forward and bare her neck. Each small shove to move the strands to the edge of her shoulder and send them tumbling forward onto her breast was accompanied by a soft nuzzle, a lick or a gentle bite of her nape. His thumb made idle passes on her clit, dipping and pressing slightlyinto her pussy, making her ass lift in response and slide against his erection, pushed against her. Still he took his time, worrying her neck. She began to wish she had less hair, and then more, and then she was incapable of deciding whether she wanted him to stop, or if she could never get enough.
At last he rubbed his rough jaw against her skin, and his nose into the shallow dip of her collarbone, so her head fell back against his shoulder, letting him suckle the taut line of her windpipe, which seemed to be processing far too little air. His hand took hold of her bare breast, not the nipple, the whole thing, as if he cradled a fragile treasure beneath which her heart beat rapidly.
“I know this may be hard for you to believe, Sarah,” he said, low, his breath hot against her skin. “I didn't come to your home last night to ravish you. But once I saw you, smelled you, I had to have you. That was personal, Sarah. We are lovers.” His handtightened on her, not so gentle. “It’s not about time or preparation. It’s a spark, ignited in a single moment, and don’t you dare deny it. You know when it happened last night,as much as I do.”
53
Joey W. Hill
She did remember, though she had tried to block it, even denied it to herself when the moment had occurred last night. Their faces had been close, and he had been insideher. They had both grown still, as if suddenly time stopped, and there was a heavy hazeof desire slowing their movements. He had lowered his lips to hers, not to plunder but to sip, to taste and find her , and offer himself. It had been there, an all-consuming moment of heart, mind and soul, and though it had slipped away before the power oftheir lust only a blink later, it had been potent enough to embed itself in her memory, called up the moment he summoned it now. It had been intimacy, uncalled butimposing itself on them all the same.
He slid back and began to kiss her, working his way down her spine.
“Do you know how many vertebrae there are, Sarah?”
“No,” she rasped.
“Eight cervical, twelve thoracic, five lumbar and five sacral vertebrae...and thenthere is the coccyx, the lovely, lovely tailbone.”
His mouth closed over one of the bumps of bone he had enumerated for her, licked. Then another. “I do not want to miss a single…perfect…one…of them. Ah…missed that one. Have to start over.”
Sarah whimpered. His thumb pushed more deeply into her pussy as he went several inches back up her spine and started down again. He was everywhere on her. Awet warm mouth, a flick of the tongue on her spine. A slow, circular stroke of histhumb inside her cunt. The firm hold of that arm banded across her, his palm holding her breast, kneading it. What was it about a strong man holding a woman helpless back against him that could make the knees weak and
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