MasterStroke by Dee Ellis Page A

called anything but brute fucking. There was no tenderness. They were both crazed, driven by a mindless consummation of their mutual needs, their physical pleasure paramount above all else.
    He held off as long as he could. The sensations were just so intense, so all-encompassing, that he didn’t want it to end but the pressure was growing and the more he pounded into her, the faster he moved, the closer his self-control came to evaporating. Finally, with a heaving groan, he came. At that moment, his release obvious, she clung to him, crying out with the savageness of her own climax.
    Neither of them could speak for several minutes. They lay tangled together, fighting for breath, their naked bodies damp with sweat.
    “So, Jack,” Sandrine finally gasped. “Was dessert to your liking or should we have stayed for the tiramisu?”
    “This was so much better,” he eventually replied once his heart slowed enough so it didn’t break free of his chest. “In fact, maybe a little later, I think I’ll be asking for seconds.”

Chapter Fourteen
    This time, when she awoke, there was no panic. She was lying on her side, in her own bed, and the previous night’s events drifted slowly back to her on a cosy cloud of contentment. She was tired and her body ached in the most intimate places but it was a feeling that held no menace. Although she’d slept soundly, she hadn’t dreamed or, if she did, she had no memory of it.
    It was morning and light leached around the curtains. Jack was nestled into her naked back, one arm wrapped around her. His breathing was slow and deep and stole softly along the back of her neck. She could feel his strength, even in repose, nowhere more obvious than in his thick cock that was pulsing against her thigh.
    An idle thought floated through her. We fit so well together, two parts becoming one so easily . She moved slightly, stretching. Although Jack gave every indication of being asleep, he pulled her back into position, tight against him, his hand closing over her breast and her nipple reacting instantly in approval, his cock lengthening lazily, solidly, and slipping into the space between her legs.
    She reached down and lightly traced the engorged head with her fingers. The smooth skin was slick with pre-cum. God, it’s magnificent , she thought. He’s magnificent. He wants me, even in his sleep . Her heart was beating so fiercely now it threatened to break free of her chest.
    While still tightly in his grasp, she started to move her hips against him. His cock slid effortlessly against her swelling lips, teasing the sensitive bud of her clit. It was getting firmer, thicker. One twitch, the very slightest change of angle and it would be spearing into her. Her insides melted at the thought and her muscles clenched involuntarily as if it wanted to eat him.
    It took all her self-control to resist the opportunity but she couldn’t work out how to get out of bed to find a condom without disturbing him and breaking the magical mood that had been created. I want it inside me, just as it is, skin on skin, just for a moment , her hunger was saying. Be strong , her common sense was countering, better safe than sorry . Two sides of her being screaming at each other, body and brain, and she was far too confused, too overcome by blinding physical need to take either side.
    Just as she was about to truss up her common sense and bury it in a black hole, carelessly angle her hips and thrust herself back against his raging cock, Jack kissed her neck gently.
    “Hey,” he said a little groggily, his voice husky. “What are you up to? Not fair trying to take advantage of me when I’m sleeping.”
    “There’s one part of you that’s very awake.”
    “Hold that thought for a minute.” He released her and moved out of the bed. “I need to brush my teeth. Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
    “In the bathroom cupboard.”
    He excused himself. She rolled over on her back and watched him as he walked away. Jack