dipped his head.
She gasped when his mouth closed over a nipple. Groaned when he teased the nub to a hard, stiff peak. Then he shifted to the other breast, and her breath disintegrated in short, swift pants.
“Brian! I think...we should... Oh!”
As he popped the snap on her jeans and peeled them down her hips, he gave a fleeting prayer of thanks to Levi Strauss for providing such easy access.
Nudging aside the lacy waistband of her briefs, he found her center. She was already hot, already damp. As eager for him as he was for her. He probed gently at first, then deeper, while his thumb stroked and applied delicate pressure.
Slow , his mind screamed. Take it slow! Make this last until the cows come home. Or at least until Tommy does.
That sobered him just long enough to glance at the kitchen clock. To his undying relief, he saw they still had almost two hours. More than enough time to sweep her into his arms, carry her upstairs and stretch her out on the guest room bed.
Which he would’ve done. Probably. If Dawn hadn’t taken matters into her own hands. Two seconds after she’d unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zipper, both his mind and his seduction scenario had turned to mush. Barely enough reason penetrated the red haze for Brian to propose a short break.
“I think...I think I’ve got some condoms in my bathroom.”
If Tommy hadn’t used them for water balloons! Praying his son hadn’t found the secret stash, Brian tried to disengage.
“I’ll go check and be back in two minutes flat.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her hands busy. “I’m protected.”
Even then he should’ve tried to apply the brakes. Dawn deserved better than a frantic grope in the kitchen, for God’s sake! Yet at that moment it would have been easier to stop breathing than keep from hiking her onto the counter. After the Herculean struggle with her sweater, disposing of her shoes, jeans and panties was a piece of cake.
“Okay, big guy.” Wiggling her fanny on the cool marble, she tugged on the silk noose still hanging around his neck. “Are you going to shed this, or what?”
“What.”
A couple of somewhat less than smooth moves got him out of his slacks and shorts. Deciding that was as naked as he needed to be, he kicked them aside. His blood pounded as he positioned himself between her thighs and cupped her bare bottom.
Levi Strauss wasn’t the only one to receive his fervent thanks. The architect who’d redesigned the gatehouse with toilets and counters easily reachable by small children also won his instant approval. The marble countertop was exactly waist-high. The perfect height for him to scoot her forward a few inches and cant her hips.
Dawn took those seconds to seal his intense expression in her mind. The square jaw locked tight in concentration. The nose with that intriguing bump. The blue eyes hot with desire. Then he nudged her knees apart and eased in carefully. Too carefully for the hunger now boiling in her blood. Hooking her calves around his thighs, Dawn pulled him in and squeezed every muscle below her waist.
She almost laughed when his eyes widened. Couldn’t help grinning when his gaze flew up to meet hers. The next moment a powerful thrust almost lifted her off the marble.
She gasped aloud as he filled her. Hard. Pulsing. Urgent. He was good, she admitted while she could still form a coherent thought. Better than good! If the man had lost any of his moves through lack of practice, she sure couldn’t tell.
His hips rocked into hers. Harder. Faster. Arching her back, she planted both palms on the counter. With each thrust, pleasure began to build low in her belly. And with each rasp of his teeth against her aching nipples, each maneuver of his busy thumb, the whirling sensation gathered strength and speed. She felt the climax building and tried desperately to hold it back.
“Brian! Wait! Ohhhh...”
Too late. Head back, belly convulsing, she gave herself up to sensations that
She gasped when his mouth closed over a nipple. Groaned when he teased the nub to a hard, stiff peak. Then he shifted to the other breast, and her breath disintegrated in short, swift pants.
“Brian! I think...we should... Oh!”
As he popped the snap on her jeans and peeled them down her hips, he gave a fleeting prayer of thanks to Levi Strauss for providing such easy access.
Nudging aside the lacy waistband of her briefs, he found her center. She was already hot, already damp. As eager for him as he was for her. He probed gently at first, then deeper, while his thumb stroked and applied delicate pressure.
Slow , his mind screamed. Take it slow! Make this last until the cows come home. Or at least until Tommy does.
That sobered him just long enough to glance at the kitchen clock. To his undying relief, he saw they still had almost two hours. More than enough time to sweep her into his arms, carry her upstairs and stretch her out on the guest room bed.
Which he would’ve done. Probably. If Dawn hadn’t taken matters into her own hands. Two seconds after she’d unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zipper, both his mind and his seduction scenario had turned to mush. Barely enough reason penetrated the red haze for Brian to propose a short break.
“I think...I think I’ve got some condoms in my bathroom.”
If Tommy hadn’t used them for water balloons! Praying his son hadn’t found the secret stash, Brian tried to disengage.
“I’ll go check and be back in two minutes flat.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her hands busy. “I’m protected.”
Even then he should’ve tried to apply the brakes. Dawn deserved better than a frantic grope in the kitchen, for God’s sake! Yet at that moment it would have been easier to stop breathing than keep from hiking her onto the counter. After the Herculean struggle with her sweater, disposing of her shoes, jeans and panties was a piece of cake.
“Okay, big guy.” Wiggling her fanny on the cool marble, she tugged on the silk noose still hanging around his neck. “Are you going to shed this, or what?”
“What.”
A couple of somewhat less than smooth moves got him out of his slacks and shorts. Deciding that was as naked as he needed to be, he kicked them aside. His blood pounded as he positioned himself between her thighs and cupped her bare bottom.
Levi Strauss wasn’t the only one to receive his fervent thanks. The architect who’d redesigned the gatehouse with toilets and counters easily reachable by small children also won his instant approval. The marble countertop was exactly waist-high. The perfect height for him to scoot her forward a few inches and cant her hips.
Dawn took those seconds to seal his intense expression in her mind. The square jaw locked tight in concentration. The nose with that intriguing bump. The blue eyes hot with desire. Then he nudged her knees apart and eased in carefully. Too carefully for the hunger now boiling in her blood. Hooking her calves around his thighs, Dawn pulled him in and squeezed every muscle below her waist.
She almost laughed when his eyes widened. Couldn’t help grinning when his gaze flew up to meet hers. The next moment a powerful thrust almost lifted her off the marble.
She gasped aloud as he filled her. Hard. Pulsing. Urgent. He was good, she admitted while she could still form a coherent thought. Better than good! If the man had lost any of his moves through lack of practice, she sure couldn’t tell.
His hips rocked into hers. Harder. Faster. Arching her back, she planted both palms on the counter. With each thrust, pleasure began to build low in her belly. And with each rasp of his teeth against her aching nipples, each maneuver of his busy thumb, the whirling sensation gathered strength and speed. She felt the climax building and tried desperately to hold it back.
“Brian! Wait! Ohhhh...”
Too late. Head back, belly convulsing, she gave herself up to sensations that
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