swiftly stood and yanked down his jeans.
The picture she presented—leaning back on her elbows, gorgeous face an erotic picture of female satiation as her hair tumbled over one shoulder and down her back—was all it took. Needing no further encouragement, he quickly stepped between her legs, fumbled with the condom packet he’d pulled from his jacket, rolled it on then buried himself in her hot wetness.
Their breath came out in perfect unison, sweet pleasure echoing in the raw, still air.
Spots danced behind his eyes, forcing him to pause, to savor the exquisite, almost painful pleasure of her warmth closing around him. With gritted teeth he waited for control, barely registering that Yelena had removed her top and bra and now lay completely bare for him.
His eyes widened at the sight. Lush curves, defined waist,breasts a man could lose himself in. He leaned forward, gathering her up and burying his face in the valley between those beautiful mounds. The deep breath he took spun his head.
“Lord, Yelena,” he breathed into her skin. “If the world ended tonight, I’d die a happy man.”
He felt the laughter rumble through her body, yet when his mouth latched on to one brown erect nipple, she gasped.
He grinned.
“You…” Yelena breathed, before longing obliterated her rebuke. His tongue was now intent on her hard nipple, flicking over and over until she began to squirm.
Inside, he tightened in response.
Oh … Slowly his eyes met hers, now navy with desire. His mouth curled into a smile, partially hidden by the curve of her breast, yet it still had the power to make her wet. Then he left that breast, crossing to the other with no great urgency while inside, she could feel everything build up again.
“Alex, please…”
“Settle,” he crooned, placing a hand on her belly as if she was a horse ready to bolt, sending her impatience skyrocketing.
She jerked her hips, squeezing her inner muscles with a soft growl and was rewarded by his tight gasp. Unable to stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down and whispered something so outrageously erotic that it stunned even herself.
But it had the desired effect. His groan was pure animal, sending her desire off the charts. He began to move, deep, long thrusts that forced every breath to rush out on the down stroke while every inch of her skin sang with pleasure on the up.
Alex felt the familiar aching joy of orgasm blast him in one almighty wave, only seconds behind Yelena. Every muscle screamed for release as pleasure ripped through him,exploding. He heard a guttural groan in the air, knew it must be his, shocked yet primitively proud to be claiming this moment, this woman, as his.
She moved under him, slick and hot, her nipples pebbling as a cool breeze whispered between them. He reached out, an unsteady hand cupping one breast, warming the cooling flesh.
The moment hung, lengthened, the only sound their mingled breath as heart rates began to slow.
When she shivered, he withdrew, a soft murmur her only reaction.
His withdrawal left Yelena suddenly bereft, the cold air pricking her skin. She quickly reached for her clothes, hearing him do the same.
For some odd reason, her nerves jumped, and not in a good way. As she snapped on her jeans, she heard him flip out his phone, curtly directing his staff to clear away what was left of their meal. All the while, a silent strangeness sat between them. She wanted—needed—to say something more but the words just wouldn’t form. She bent to zip up her boots. Say something. Anything. Yet the only sound was a lone dingo howling in the distance. “Yelena.”
“Please don’t say anything to spoil it, Alex.” She zipped up her jacket with stiff fingers, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn’t have to see him to know he was frowning. She’d always been astute to his moods—especially irritation.
A moment passed before he said quietly, “Are you ready to go?”
She shoved her hands in
The picture she presented—leaning back on her elbows, gorgeous face an erotic picture of female satiation as her hair tumbled over one shoulder and down her back—was all it took. Needing no further encouragement, he quickly stepped between her legs, fumbled with the condom packet he’d pulled from his jacket, rolled it on then buried himself in her hot wetness.
Their breath came out in perfect unison, sweet pleasure echoing in the raw, still air.
Spots danced behind his eyes, forcing him to pause, to savor the exquisite, almost painful pleasure of her warmth closing around him. With gritted teeth he waited for control, barely registering that Yelena had removed her top and bra and now lay completely bare for him.
His eyes widened at the sight. Lush curves, defined waist,breasts a man could lose himself in. He leaned forward, gathering her up and burying his face in the valley between those beautiful mounds. The deep breath he took spun his head.
“Lord, Yelena,” he breathed into her skin. “If the world ended tonight, I’d die a happy man.”
He felt the laughter rumble through her body, yet when his mouth latched on to one brown erect nipple, she gasped.
He grinned.
“You…” Yelena breathed, before longing obliterated her rebuke. His tongue was now intent on her hard nipple, flicking over and over until she began to squirm.
Inside, he tightened in response.
Oh … Slowly his eyes met hers, now navy with desire. His mouth curled into a smile, partially hidden by the curve of her breast, yet it still had the power to make her wet. Then he left that breast, crossing to the other with no great urgency while inside, she could feel everything build up again.
“Alex, please…”
“Settle,” he crooned, placing a hand on her belly as if she was a horse ready to bolt, sending her impatience skyrocketing.
She jerked her hips, squeezing her inner muscles with a soft growl and was rewarded by his tight gasp. Unable to stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down and whispered something so outrageously erotic that it stunned even herself.
But it had the desired effect. His groan was pure animal, sending her desire off the charts. He began to move, deep, long thrusts that forced every breath to rush out on the down stroke while every inch of her skin sang with pleasure on the up.
Alex felt the familiar aching joy of orgasm blast him in one almighty wave, only seconds behind Yelena. Every muscle screamed for release as pleasure ripped through him,exploding. He heard a guttural groan in the air, knew it must be his, shocked yet primitively proud to be claiming this moment, this woman, as his.
She moved under him, slick and hot, her nipples pebbling as a cool breeze whispered between them. He reached out, an unsteady hand cupping one breast, warming the cooling flesh.
The moment hung, lengthened, the only sound their mingled breath as heart rates began to slow.
When she shivered, he withdrew, a soft murmur her only reaction.
His withdrawal left Yelena suddenly bereft, the cold air pricking her skin. She quickly reached for her clothes, hearing him do the same.
For some odd reason, her nerves jumped, and not in a good way. As she snapped on her jeans, she heard him flip out his phone, curtly directing his staff to clear away what was left of their meal. All the while, a silent strangeness sat between them. She wanted—needed—to say something more but the words just wouldn’t form. She bent to zip up her boots. Say something. Anything. Yet the only sound was a lone dingo howling in the distance. “Yelena.”
“Please don’t say anything to spoil it, Alex.” She zipped up her jacket with stiff fingers, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn’t have to see him to know he was frowning. She’d always been astute to his moods—especially irritation.
A moment passed before he said quietly, “Are you ready to go?”
She shoved her hands in
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