night
before. He'd imagined making love to her this way. The thought made her
tremble.
His breath was warm
on her shoulder. Coaxing her softly, he began to tease her nipples once more
with both hands. She moaned openly and arched her back, unable to stop herself
from wantonly offering her backside. Rafe bent one knee and forced his muscular
thigh between hers. Cocking his hips, he sent his erect manhood up to stroke
her lower region, making her tissues swell and stretch. Her body wanted to
close around him, she knew it instinctively, yet the thought frightened her.
She knew the first time brought pain.
He teased and toyed
with her nipples, commanding her to wrap her leg up over his. His lips branded
fiery kisses on her shoulder and neck. She heard the insistent low growling of
a mountain lion and discovered the sound came from her own throat. Her hands
rose to grip his as they clasped and massaged her breasts, but he pulled free.
She felt his hands move down to her hipbones.
"Ease back
against me now." He held her pelvis and guided her, pulling back and down
as he thrust forward and up. She sobbed as something tore and he abruptly
filled her, stretching her, worsening the ache.
"Rafe,"
she hissed his name in something close to terror.
"It's all
right, darlin'. Stay still, I'll help ease it." He didn't move his hips,
but used his fingers—God, but they were talented fingers!—to renew her desire.
The pain of his bold intrusion dissolved in moments, lusty need taking its
place.
Need for what, she
couldn't have said. She only knew she wanted something desperately and only he
could give it. "Rafe, I feel so peculiar. Bunched up. It doesn't hurt now,
but I want to tear my own skin off. Am I crazy? Is it supposed to be like
this?"
"Just hang on,
sweetheart." He began to move then. Easily at first, sliding smoothly in
and out until Sparkle picked up the rhythm and began to move, too. His languid
strokes brought heightened arousal rippling through her body from its very
core. Every inch of her tingled. And there , where Rafe was rubbing so
sweetly, so hotly…Sparkle gasped as unexpected spirals of pulsations burst from
the center of her body.
Rafe pivoted
slightly and kissed her deeply. He waited until her climax subsided, then
cajoled her onto her back. "You still with me, darlin'? Hurt gone?"
He was lying fully on top of her. His arousal hadn't abated, she discovered as
his pelvis rocked against hers once more. He withdrew completely, then filled
her again. "Sparkle?"
"The pain's
gone," she whispered. "I feel like…kissing you in the dark alone here
in my bed all night now," she teased, recalling how she'd forbidden it
before. Her arms slid around his neck and she kissed him wantonly, feeling
braver, more sure of what was happening now.
Rafe had never
tasted a sweeter woman. Hadn't felt this hot and randy since his teens. His
strokes were harder and deeper now. She didn't resist, but moaned and clung to
him, arching upward. He'd waited so long, wanted her so much, but she was worth
it. Better than his torrid dreams back at the ranch in his bunk. Hotter than
he'd dared to imagine.
She slid her hands
over his lean flanks and he cursed. He'd lose control soon. He wanted to
pleasure her, ensure she wouldn't fear a man's needs. He'd given her a climax,
but held his own back. He wasn't sure he could rein in his passions much
longer. She was ready for him, meeting his thrusts, clutching at his ass with
both hands.
"Go on and
take me," he panted. "All of me…Take me, Sparkle. Deeper. Put your
legs around my waist." Her legs encircled him. She clasped him to her, and
Rafe had never felt so weak and mortal—or been so glad of it. Her bed would be
a fine place to die.
"Tarnation,
but you're an incredible place for a man to lose himself, LaFleur." The
first pulsations of his orgasm took him plummeting over the brink of sanity. He
gulped for air, shuddering, and gave a final deep thrust.
Sparkle's fingers
tensed on his
before. He'd imagined making love to her this way. The thought made her
tremble.
His breath was warm
on her shoulder. Coaxing her softly, he began to tease her nipples once more
with both hands. She moaned openly and arched her back, unable to stop herself
from wantonly offering her backside. Rafe bent one knee and forced his muscular
thigh between hers. Cocking his hips, he sent his erect manhood up to stroke
her lower region, making her tissues swell and stretch. Her body wanted to
close around him, she knew it instinctively, yet the thought frightened her.
She knew the first time brought pain.
He teased and toyed
with her nipples, commanding her to wrap her leg up over his. His lips branded
fiery kisses on her shoulder and neck. She heard the insistent low growling of
a mountain lion and discovered the sound came from her own throat. Her hands
rose to grip his as they clasped and massaged her breasts, but he pulled free.
She felt his hands move down to her hipbones.
"Ease back
against me now." He held her pelvis and guided her, pulling back and down
as he thrust forward and up. She sobbed as something tore and he abruptly
filled her, stretching her, worsening the ache.
"Rafe,"
she hissed his name in something close to terror.
"It's all
right, darlin'. Stay still, I'll help ease it." He didn't move his hips,
but used his fingers—God, but they were talented fingers!—to renew her desire.
The pain of his bold intrusion dissolved in moments, lusty need taking its
place.
Need for what, she
couldn't have said. She only knew she wanted something desperately and only he
could give it. "Rafe, I feel so peculiar. Bunched up. It doesn't hurt now,
but I want to tear my own skin off. Am I crazy? Is it supposed to be like
this?"
"Just hang on,
sweetheart." He began to move then. Easily at first, sliding smoothly in
and out until Sparkle picked up the rhythm and began to move, too. His languid
strokes brought heightened arousal rippling through her body from its very
core. Every inch of her tingled. And there , where Rafe was rubbing so
sweetly, so hotly…Sparkle gasped as unexpected spirals of pulsations burst from
the center of her body.
Rafe pivoted
slightly and kissed her deeply. He waited until her climax subsided, then
cajoled her onto her back. "You still with me, darlin'? Hurt gone?"
He was lying fully on top of her. His arousal hadn't abated, she discovered as
his pelvis rocked against hers once more. He withdrew completely, then filled
her again. "Sparkle?"
"The pain's
gone," she whispered. "I feel like…kissing you in the dark alone here
in my bed all night now," she teased, recalling how she'd forbidden it
before. Her arms slid around his neck and she kissed him wantonly, feeling
braver, more sure of what was happening now.
Rafe had never
tasted a sweeter woman. Hadn't felt this hot and randy since his teens. His
strokes were harder and deeper now. She didn't resist, but moaned and clung to
him, arching upward. He'd waited so long, wanted her so much, but she was worth
it. Better than his torrid dreams back at the ranch in his bunk. Hotter than
he'd dared to imagine.
She slid her hands
over his lean flanks and he cursed. He'd lose control soon. He wanted to
pleasure her, ensure she wouldn't fear a man's needs. He'd given her a climax,
but held his own back. He wasn't sure he could rein in his passions much
longer. She was ready for him, meeting his thrusts, clutching at his ass with
both hands.
"Go on and
take me," he panted. "All of me…Take me, Sparkle. Deeper. Put your
legs around my waist." Her legs encircled him. She clasped him to her, and
Rafe had never felt so weak and mortal—or been so glad of it. Her bed would be
a fine place to die.
"Tarnation,
but you're an incredible place for a man to lose himself, LaFleur." The
first pulsations of his orgasm took him plummeting over the brink of sanity. He
gulped for air, shuddering, and gave a final deep thrust.
Sparkle's fingers
tensed on his
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