her life to a guy before Braden, and doing it
in an essential y empty room hadn't felt quite as real as this did, but it stil came shockingly easy. Proof, she supposed, of just how hot he got her.
"I want you to come in me, baby," she cooed, running her hands up his flat stomach onto his chest. "I want you to come so hard, want you to come deep in my pussy." She rocked on him then, more emphatical y than before since this was about his pleasure, not hers. She felt the jiggle of her
breasts and watched his eyes drop there and knew the plain, simple delight of being a boundless, brazen woman with no worries over what anyone
thought of her. "I want you to fuck me, baby, fuck me with that big, hard cock until you can’t hold back another second, and then I want you to come in me—so fucking hard."
"Ah, fuck, I am, honey—I am." His voice sounded strained as his hands pressed down on her hips, his erection thrusting hotly up inside her. The pressure was enormous and overwhelming, and she screamed, not with pain, but with the impossible ful ness he delivered. One, two, three wild
drives that each lifted them from the bed with brute force as he groaned deeply. She watched his teeth clench, his eyes fal shut, his face wrench in
an agony she knew was actual y joy, and she loved having made him feel something so brutal and severe.
Once again, she bent to rest against his chest, and his arms came around her, pul ing her close. She thought they'd stay silent, thought maybe he'd
drift off to sleep as guys so often did after sex, and she decided she wouldn't mind if that happened without him even pul ing out of her since
something about it struck her as bizarrely erotic. But instead he whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea how breathtaking you are?"
The words sifted down through her like sweet powdered sugar, the supreme compliment, and it meant so much more now that their sex was real. "I
know you make me do things I've never done before." For the first time, she said it without shame or regret.
"Do you know," he said, even more softly, seductively, "that we're only just getting started here? Do you know that, before this is over, you're going to do things with me you've never even imagined?"
She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the shadows. His words made her insides sizzle, but she wasn't surprised. Subconsciously, she must have
known the moment he slipped into bed with her that he wouldn't have come al this way just for one simply lay. "Yes, I know. And I can't wait to see what they are."
He drew his head back deeper into the pil ow, his look teasing.
"And you re not going to fight me, act outraged and offended, and tel me over and over that this isn't you?"
She blinked, then smiled gently into his eyes. "Probably, at some point," she replied, reaching up to cup his stubbled cheek. "But I guess you'l just have to persuade me."
With that, she kissed him, another stunning we've-been-kissing-each-other-forever kiss, and it shored up her resolve. This man had found
something in her she hadn't known existed. Part of her wanted to cringe—it felt so foreign. But if she was honest, a bigger part of her was
fascinated with her new self, and she wanted nothing more than to keep fascinating him, too.
Chapter Seven
The only bad thing about the marvelous floor-to-vaulted-ceiling windows in the bedroom was when the morning sun came blasting through. But
Laura didn't real y mind—since her arrival here, the sun had gotten her up and to the computer early, and now, today, it didn't bother her because
she had such a nice view. Not of the vast wintry landscape outside, but of the man in her bed.
She turned to look, lifting slightly. It was like in a museum when a bright light shone upon a masterpiece. And in this case the masterpiece was
Braden. High cheekbones and a patrician nose made him classical y handsome, but the wayward lock of raven hair dipping over his forehead and
the stubble dusting his
in an essential y empty room hadn't felt quite as real as this did, but it stil came shockingly easy. Proof, she supposed, of just how hot he got her.
"I want you to come in me, baby," she cooed, running her hands up his flat stomach onto his chest. "I want you to come so hard, want you to come deep in my pussy." She rocked on him then, more emphatical y than before since this was about his pleasure, not hers. She felt the jiggle of her
breasts and watched his eyes drop there and knew the plain, simple delight of being a boundless, brazen woman with no worries over what anyone
thought of her. "I want you to fuck me, baby, fuck me with that big, hard cock until you can’t hold back another second, and then I want you to come in me—so fucking hard."
"Ah, fuck, I am, honey—I am." His voice sounded strained as his hands pressed down on her hips, his erection thrusting hotly up inside her. The pressure was enormous and overwhelming, and she screamed, not with pain, but with the impossible ful ness he delivered. One, two, three wild
drives that each lifted them from the bed with brute force as he groaned deeply. She watched his teeth clench, his eyes fal shut, his face wrench in
an agony she knew was actual y joy, and she loved having made him feel something so brutal and severe.
Once again, she bent to rest against his chest, and his arms came around her, pul ing her close. She thought they'd stay silent, thought maybe he'd
drift off to sleep as guys so often did after sex, and she decided she wouldn't mind if that happened without him even pul ing out of her since
something about it struck her as bizarrely erotic. But instead he whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea how breathtaking you are?"
The words sifted down through her like sweet powdered sugar, the supreme compliment, and it meant so much more now that their sex was real. "I
know you make me do things I've never done before." For the first time, she said it without shame or regret.
"Do you know," he said, even more softly, seductively, "that we're only just getting started here? Do you know that, before this is over, you're going to do things with me you've never even imagined?"
She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the shadows. His words made her insides sizzle, but she wasn't surprised. Subconsciously, she must have
known the moment he slipped into bed with her that he wouldn't have come al this way just for one simply lay. "Yes, I know. And I can't wait to see what they are."
He drew his head back deeper into the pil ow, his look teasing.
"And you re not going to fight me, act outraged and offended, and tel me over and over that this isn't you?"
She blinked, then smiled gently into his eyes. "Probably, at some point," she replied, reaching up to cup his stubbled cheek. "But I guess you'l just have to persuade me."
With that, she kissed him, another stunning we've-been-kissing-each-other-forever kiss, and it shored up her resolve. This man had found
something in her she hadn't known existed. Part of her wanted to cringe—it felt so foreign. But if she was honest, a bigger part of her was
fascinated with her new self, and she wanted nothing more than to keep fascinating him, too.
Chapter Seven
The only bad thing about the marvelous floor-to-vaulted-ceiling windows in the bedroom was when the morning sun came blasting through. But
Laura didn't real y mind—since her arrival here, the sun had gotten her up and to the computer early, and now, today, it didn't bother her because
she had such a nice view. Not of the vast wintry landscape outside, but of the man in her bed.
She turned to look, lifting slightly. It was like in a museum when a bright light shone upon a masterpiece. And in this case the masterpiece was
Braden. High cheekbones and a patrician nose made him classical y handsome, but the wayward lock of raven hair dipping over his forehead and
the stubble dusting his
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