Page 45 of Deception

She circled the broad tip of his cock.

He circled her sex in smooth circles.

She watched him in wide-eyed delight.

His eyes closed, his head tilted, and his lips moved in silent cries ofMineandMate.

“Oh, Drew.” She’d never needed a man so badly. She’d never neededanythingso badly. Not food. Not water. Not air. “I need you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” he teased, pumping his fingers deeper, making her cry out.

She squirmed in ecstasy under him, then got herself together just enough to stroke his cock.

“This,” she moaned. “I need this.”

She’d seen bonfires. Big ones that shot huge, swirling flames up toward the stars. And there was always a point when she thought the bonfire couldn’t blaze higher, until a huge lick of flame sparked up and rose above the rest, proving her wrong. It was just like that now. And damn,shewas that bonfire. Because she managed to arch up under Drew’s bulk, push him, and work his boxers down to his knees. The head of his cock stood stiff and proud, glistening with his need.

“I need this,” she insisted.

His eyes flashed, and a second later, he’s shed his boxers completely, picked her up, and hustled her up the remaining stairs. He paused at the top landing, though, and his dirty thoughts reached her mind.

He could set her down right there. He could spread her legs, position himself on a lower step, and lick her straight to heaven.

And boy, was that tempting. Incredibly tempting. But nothing would satisfy her right now but his cock, buried deep inside her, followed by the heat of his breath on her neck as he prepared to mark her as his.

She pushed that image into his mind, added all kinds of dirty details she didn’t have words for, and watched his eyes glow brighter.

“On second thought,” he murmured, rushing her to the bedroom.

The short trip was a blur, though her eyes caught one thing. The framed needlepoint on the wall of their tiny living room that said,Home is where the heart is.And damn, she couldn’t agree more.

The moment her back hit the mattress, he was upon her, his cock notched at her entrance. He took a deep breath and paused. What was he waiting for? She searched his face.

He rested his elbows on the mattress, coming face-to-face with her. A moment of calm in the eye of the hurricane.

“I love you.” He smoothed her hair back so gently, so softly, she could have cried.

“I love you.” She bit her lip, worried those three words didn’t capture what she really felt. Lots of people said them, but did their hearts feel too big for their chests when they did? Did their souls sing and dance the way hers did?

He kissed her — one slow kiss after so many frenzied others — telling her he didn’t need words to understand what she meant.

“I love you,” she repeated, a little steadier this time. “And I will die if you don’t screw me through this mattress right now.”

He laughed, and a dozen happy folds lined his eyes and mouth, emphasizing his huge grin.

“Got it. Got it.”

He pushed back up off his elbows, and a second later, he was all serious again. All hard, all ready.

This is it,his eyes said.

This is it.She wrapped her legs around him.

He rolled his hips, and his cock slid in.

She moaned in a mixture of satisfaction and raging need then pulled her legs higher along his sides. “More. Need more.”

He pulled out, thrust in again, and slowly built momentum. His first few strokes were shallow, helping her adjust. The next were deeper, less patient. And what followed — that was off the charts.

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