urgency. Seconds later he was pushing her stockings down her legs. She stepped out of them and felt his palms cupping her buttocks, then his fingers sliding between her thighs to find her wet and wanting. Jill had never experienced such a powerful rush of raw need. Sensation after sensation washed over her. The scent of his need, the sound of his breath mingled with hers, the feeling of his denim-clad leg brushing between her bare legs.
He swore. "Jill , we just started and I already know I can't get enough of you." He devoured her mouth and touched her secret places with his fingers, turning her femininity into a passionflower. Her bare skin felt sunburned. She wanted him closer, as close as he could be. The razor edge of sexual desperation startled her. She glided her hands over the corded muscles of his back, his broad shoulders and the soft hair on his hard chest. She dropped her mouth to his throat, and the open button of his jeans taunted her.
"Why," she demanded in a voice husky to her own ears, "am I naked while you're still dressed?"
"Because as soon as these jeans are off, I'm going to be inside you," he said roughly.
She hoped that was a promise. Feeling more wanton and driven than she'd ever dreamed, she eased his zipper down over his bulging masculinity. When he protested, she pressed her mouth to his and slid her hand inside his jeans to cup his full hardness.
He let out a hiss of breath and squeezed her arms. "What are you doing?"
She skimmed her open mouth over his chest. "You don't like it?" she asked, and rubbed her thumb over the moist tip of him.
He growled, lifting her high in his arms and urging her thighs around him. He took one of her swollen breasts into his mouth and drew on her nipple.
Jill gasped, feeling the tug in her nether regions.
"I want in you," he said, swinging her around in his arms and carrying her upstairs.
Her very existence seemed to whirl and spin as he carried her through his bedroom door and eased her down onto his large bed. His eyes glowing like fire, he reached inside the bedside table drawer and pulled out a plastic packet. "I need to protect you."
Jill bit her lip, the bittersweet reality cutting through their passion. "That's taken care of," she said. His gaze falling over her like a desperado staring at gold, he followed her down and began to devour her with his hands and mouth. He dragged his tongue down her neck and chest to her turgid nipple, then kissed his way down her abdomen to her thighs where he took her with his tongue.
The sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive place made her cry out. She climaxed up and over.
With one sure stroke, he thrust inside her taking her to the top again. With fluid, rippling movements, he pumped and she squeezed him intimately.
He closed his eyes as if the pleasure was too much. "I knew you would send me out of control," he muttered, and stiffened from a long unbridled release. Tyler sank to his side and pulled Jill against him. The silence in the room was deafening to her. She felt as if bombs had just exploded around her, inside her. She looked at the man who caused the explosion and wondered if she would ever be the same again.
Nine
Throughout the night Tyler made love to Jill again and again. By morning her body ached in sensitive places, and for the first time in her life she understood the expression "making love until your brains fall out." As she gazed at Tyler's face, she felt distinctly brainless.
She also felt as if Tyler had reached inside her and changed her mind, body and soul, and that frightened her. The power of their passion stunned her. Heaven help her, she'd never experienced anything near it with her husband.
But Tyler didn't believe in forever; Jill wouldn't be staying in Fort Worth forever, anyway; and the mere thought of forever shouldn't be entering her brain.
A sliver of apprehension slid through her. She was beginning to think that she shouldn't have done this. More than her hormones
He swore. "Jill , we just started and I already know I can't get enough of you." He devoured her mouth and touched her secret places with his fingers, turning her femininity into a passionflower. Her bare skin felt sunburned. She wanted him closer, as close as he could be. The razor edge of sexual desperation startled her. She glided her hands over the corded muscles of his back, his broad shoulders and the soft hair on his hard chest. She dropped her mouth to his throat, and the open button of his jeans taunted her.
"Why," she demanded in a voice husky to her own ears, "am I naked while you're still dressed?"
"Because as soon as these jeans are off, I'm going to be inside you," he said roughly.
She hoped that was a promise. Feeling more wanton and driven than she'd ever dreamed, she eased his zipper down over his bulging masculinity. When he protested, she pressed her mouth to his and slid her hand inside his jeans to cup his full hardness.
He let out a hiss of breath and squeezed her arms. "What are you doing?"
She skimmed her open mouth over his chest. "You don't like it?" she asked, and rubbed her thumb over the moist tip of him.
He growled, lifting her high in his arms and urging her thighs around him. He took one of her swollen breasts into his mouth and drew on her nipple.
Jill gasped, feeling the tug in her nether regions.
"I want in you," he said, swinging her around in his arms and carrying her upstairs.
Her very existence seemed to whirl and spin as he carried her through his bedroom door and eased her down onto his large bed. His eyes glowing like fire, he reached inside the bedside table drawer and pulled out a plastic packet. "I need to protect you."
Jill bit her lip, the bittersweet reality cutting through their passion. "That's taken care of," she said. His gaze falling over her like a desperado staring at gold, he followed her down and began to devour her with his hands and mouth. He dragged his tongue down her neck and chest to her turgid nipple, then kissed his way down her abdomen to her thighs where he took her with his tongue.
The sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive place made her cry out. She climaxed up and over.
With one sure stroke, he thrust inside her taking her to the top again. With fluid, rippling movements, he pumped and she squeezed him intimately.
He closed his eyes as if the pleasure was too much. "I knew you would send me out of control," he muttered, and stiffened from a long unbridled release. Tyler sank to his side and pulled Jill against him. The silence in the room was deafening to her. She felt as if bombs had just exploded around her, inside her. She looked at the man who caused the explosion and wondered if she would ever be the same again.
Nine
Throughout the night Tyler made love to Jill again and again. By morning her body ached in sensitive places, and for the first time in her life she understood the expression "making love until your brains fall out." As she gazed at Tyler's face, she felt distinctly brainless.
She also felt as if Tyler had reached inside her and changed her mind, body and soul, and that frightened her. The power of their passion stunned her. Heaven help her, she'd never experienced anything near it with her husband.
But Tyler didn't believe in forever; Jill wouldn't be staying in Fort Worth forever, anyway; and the mere thought of forever shouldn't be entering her brain.
A sliver of apprehension slid through her. She was beginning to think that she shouldn't have done this. More than her hormones
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