Page 27 of Double Take

“Trying to seduce you.”

For an instant, his face contorted, almost with pain, and her face flooded with heat.Misread this one.She started to drop her hands and back off, find a dark corner to slink into, but then he said with a heart-stopping grin, “Let me help you with that,” and planted his mouth on hers.

She melded into his embrace, craving his attention,histouch, sighing with blissful satisfaction as his soft lips coaxed and caressed while he massaged her bare shoulders.

Then a dam broke. His mouth sought entry, his tongue wrangling with hers. Firm hands gripped her hair as he crushed her against his chest. A rough, raw groan emanated from his throat. She all but swooned in his arms, going pliant, clinging to him.

Her nipples tightened, and her pussy let down a surge of wetness, his desire intensifying her own.

The sarong of the blanket came undone and slipped to her hips, or maybe he’d released it. She tugged at his, and then she pressed her nude body against hot, naked male flesh. His erection throbbed against her abdomen.

He kissed her throat, and she moaned with pleasure, arching her neck. Hot tingles sizzled through her, her pussy drenching as he nuzzled sensitive skin.

They stretched out on the mattress. Firelight danced across his muscular chest and his face, the heated fervor and vulnerable longing causing her breath to catch. Her ex had never, ever looked at her with such desire and devotion. A hot thrill ran through her.

Didn’t every woman wish to be loved, desired by the man in her life? Thinking of him as the man in her life would bring bitter heartbreak. He’d been clear and honest why and when he had toleave. They had tonight, and maybe a few weeks. It would have to be enough.

She stifled the insidious hunger for more before it undermined the pleasure. They could enjoy passion, caring, respect, and friendship, but not a long-term relationship. Loving him would lead to heartbreak. She did not need her heart broken again.

Pulling her close, John kissed her and caressed her breast, stroking the nipple to greater hardness. She arched under his touch, disturbing worries evaporating into the ether. She trailed a hand over his shoulder, biceps, and torso. Smooth skin stretched taut over firm muscle. Her fingers lightly probed a puckered scar under his rib cage, and a wispy memory crept in from the shadows, but vanished into the ether as she continued her journey for the holy grail.

His cock. The long, thick shaft was hot in her hand. Copious precum pearled at the meatus of the soft crown. He sucked in his breath as she pumped then jerked as she took him in her mouth. “Oh god,” he groaned, tangling his hands in her hair.

He submitted to the pleasurable torment but then pulled her away and retaliated, kissing his way down her body then spreading her legs and burying his face in her pussy.

“Oh lord. Good. So good,” she groaned as he unerringly found the exact spot and rhythm to drive her insane with pleasure. Again, an unbidden, unwanted comparison snaked into consciousness. Mark had disliked oral sex. Correction: he’d relished receiving. Giving, not at all. The few times he’d acquiesced, he’d acted like he was under great duress, and he hadn’t been very good at it, so she’d stopped asking—which had probably been the point.

But John? He wasgood. Tension coiled, her pussy began to flutter, stars exploded behind her eyes, and she came with a shuddering cry. He didn’t pull away then but scooted up andpulled her into his arms, caressing her back, shoulders, hips in long soothing yet arousing strokes.

Tongues mated, and his hands explored again. The way he laved and sucked on her nipples sent curls of sensation straight to her still-fluttering womb and pussy. She raced toward the peak again, and, this time, she urged him to mount her. “Now, please now.”

He slid between her legs, and she hooked her heels around his thighs. His cock found her entrance. Facial muscles tensed, and his eyes glowed fever-bright as he rocked inside, “So long, so long, so long,” he murmured. He seated himself, and corded muscles in his throat strained. He swallowed.

She moved her hips in encouragement, and he began to thrust, each plunge and withdrawal tightening the spiral of desire. He ducked his head and found her mouth in a wet, intimate kiss pantomiming the dance of their lower bodies. Together, they moved in perfect sync, friction, and rhythm.

Her body suffused with heat. “I’m going to come again,” she gasped against his neck.

“Yes, yes.” He jerked, his hips pounding faster, harder.

She climaxed on a wave of sensation, her womb contracting, her pussy squeezing his cock. He emitted a shuddering groan as he orgasmed, thrusting hard and fast, his body convulsing.

When his tremors ceased, he rolled to the side and wrapped arms and legs around her in a full-body hug. He kissed her temple, making her aware of the dampness of her hair.

“I’m a bit sweaty,” she said self-consciously.

His arms tightened. “You’re a bit perfect.”

“Just a bit?” she teased.

She felt him smile against her head. “More than a bit.”

She snuggled closer. He was a bit sweaty, too. And a bit perfect. She couldn’t remember the last time sex had left herfeeling so connected and relaxed. She sighed. “That’s a happy sigh,” she said, in case he misunderstood.

“The best kind.”

A log popped, spraying sparks. “The fire will need more wood to last the night,” she murmured.

“I can make some wood,” he whispered against her ear.

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