beautiful golden skin glow. “And some more acupuncture tomorrow. It all adds up and hopefully we’ll get you back on the ice feeling one hundred percent fit within a month or so.”
I moved up again, slicked the oil over his back and shoulders. “Why do you keep your hair so long?”
“Why not?”
“It’s unusual that’s all.”
“But it’s part of me. My hair is an extension of my body and senses, it gives me strength. Why would I cut it off?”
“What, like Samson and Delilah?”
Suddenly he shifted, rolled over and reached for me. “Yeah, just like Samson and Delilah.”
I gasped as the back of my head hit the soft pillow. Reaching out, I put my greased palms against his pecs and stared up into his eyes. They were on fire, dark and dangerous. His nostrils flared and a small muscle flexed in his jaw. “Raven? What—?”
“Enough treatment, enough talking,” he said. “ I’m going to touch you now.”
He kissed me, firmly and with a sense of promise of what was to come. Damn fine promises that made my knees go weak even though I was lying down.
I threaded my hands through his hair and allowed the silken strands to fill my slippery fingers. Chased for his tongue the way he was playing with mine. My heart was thumping and my pussy flooding.
“Ah, you’ve got me so damn hard,” he said, glancing down at my breasts heaving against the constraints of my bra. “No one has, not like this, not for a long time. I feel like I’ll never get enough of you. And it’s all happened so fast, I wasn’t expecting it.”
I couldn’t answer because he was kissing me again, at the same time exploring my body, slipping his fingertips into my bra and tweaking my nipples. I turned thought over to sensation, breathed in deep and relished every caress, every kiss. This side of Raven, the one that harnessed all that grumping and switched it into passion, was so much easier to put up with.
My underwear was gone now. How he’d done it as he’d kissed and stroked my breasts was a mystery.
“You got any condoms in here?” he asked suddenly.
“Yes, in my purse, on the bedside table.”
He shifted. For a second I was about to stop him putting weight on his shoulder, but then realized if it was painful, he instinctively wouldn’t.
Stop it, Fiona, be his lover not his physiotherapist.
After plucking a silver-wrapped condom from my purse, he sat back on his haunches. His briefs were gone and his cock sprang upward, meaty and solid, the shaft twisted with heavy veins.
With practiced efficiency, he rolled the latex down. My fingers twitched to touch him. I wanted to get my hands on his beautiful cock. I’d yet to actually grasp it even though it had brought me to a wonderful orgasm that morning.
His gaze scanned my naked body as I lay there watching him. “How did I get so damn lucky?” he muttered, looming back over me.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his and spreading my legs so he could position himself between them. Suddenly I couldn’t wait another second. I had to feel his cock in my hands I reached down between our bodies and grasped him, squeezing until I could feel his pulse on my palm.
He sucked in a breath. “Ah fuck,” he breathed.
“You are hard,” I murmured, stroking up the length of him then pushing back down. “Gloriously hard.”
“And it’s all for you, Pumpkin, so do what you want with it, but just be gentle if you want me to last more than a few minutes.”
“I want you inside me,” I said, positioning the wide, mushroomed head at my entrance. “I want you to make love to me, make me feel the way you did this morning.”
“And how was that?” He groaned as I shifted my hips and took the first inch of him into my body.
I snatched in a breath and willed my pussy to relax. “Good, oh so damn good, and adored, and special.” My words were snapping out staccato. “And like I was going to need peeling from the ceiling.”
“Ah
I moved up again, slicked the oil over his back and shoulders. “Why do you keep your hair so long?”
“Why not?”
“It’s unusual that’s all.”
“But it’s part of me. My hair is an extension of my body and senses, it gives me strength. Why would I cut it off?”
“What, like Samson and Delilah?”
Suddenly he shifted, rolled over and reached for me. “Yeah, just like Samson and Delilah.”
I gasped as the back of my head hit the soft pillow. Reaching out, I put my greased palms against his pecs and stared up into his eyes. They were on fire, dark and dangerous. His nostrils flared and a small muscle flexed in his jaw. “Raven? What—?”
“Enough treatment, enough talking,” he said. “ I’m going to touch you now.”
He kissed me, firmly and with a sense of promise of what was to come. Damn fine promises that made my knees go weak even though I was lying down.
I threaded my hands through his hair and allowed the silken strands to fill my slippery fingers. Chased for his tongue the way he was playing with mine. My heart was thumping and my pussy flooding.
“Ah, you’ve got me so damn hard,” he said, glancing down at my breasts heaving against the constraints of my bra. “No one has, not like this, not for a long time. I feel like I’ll never get enough of you. And it’s all happened so fast, I wasn’t expecting it.”
I couldn’t answer because he was kissing me again, at the same time exploring my body, slipping his fingertips into my bra and tweaking my nipples. I turned thought over to sensation, breathed in deep and relished every caress, every kiss. This side of Raven, the one that harnessed all that grumping and switched it into passion, was so much easier to put up with.
My underwear was gone now. How he’d done it as he’d kissed and stroked my breasts was a mystery.
“You got any condoms in here?” he asked suddenly.
“Yes, in my purse, on the bedside table.”
He shifted. For a second I was about to stop him putting weight on his shoulder, but then realized if it was painful, he instinctively wouldn’t.
Stop it, Fiona, be his lover not his physiotherapist.
After plucking a silver-wrapped condom from my purse, he sat back on his haunches. His briefs were gone and his cock sprang upward, meaty and solid, the shaft twisted with heavy veins.
With practiced efficiency, he rolled the latex down. My fingers twitched to touch him. I wanted to get my hands on his beautiful cock. I’d yet to actually grasp it even though it had brought me to a wonderful orgasm that morning.
His gaze scanned my naked body as I lay there watching him. “How did I get so damn lucky?” he muttered, looming back over me.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his and spreading my legs so he could position himself between them. Suddenly I couldn’t wait another second. I had to feel his cock in my hands I reached down between our bodies and grasped him, squeezing until I could feel his pulse on my palm.
He sucked in a breath. “Ah fuck,” he breathed.
“You are hard,” I murmured, stroking up the length of him then pushing back down. “Gloriously hard.”
“And it’s all for you, Pumpkin, so do what you want with it, but just be gentle if you want me to last more than a few minutes.”
“I want you inside me,” I said, positioning the wide, mushroomed head at my entrance. “I want you to make love to me, make me feel the way you did this morning.”
“And how was that?” He groaned as I shifted my hips and took the first inch of him into my body.
I snatched in a breath and willed my pussy to relax. “Good, oh so damn good, and adored, and special.” My words were snapping out staccato. “And like I was going to need peeling from the ceiling.”
“Ah
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