Page 37 of Veiled Fantasies

He was slick. Primed. Ready to explode.

Three.

She shifted her grip and made a sharper transition to the upstroke.

Four.

He sucked in a deep breath and moved while he still could.

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Jill was just considering going on her knees to taste him when Erik turned. In one smooth move, he backed her against the wall and slid his hands down her buttocks to the tops of her thighs. She felt him pause there, huffing into her neck. Her fingers dug deeper into his back as she recognized an echo from her desert fantasy, only much better and more intense. Because that really was her in the mirror with him. Every sense confirmed it—twice.

Erik reached low and pulled her right thigh up, cradling her hip to his body. His hands repeated the move with her other leg, lifting her to his pressing shaft.

“Oh…” she gasped.

“Okay?” He paused, nose to her ear.

“More than okay,” she breathed, tightening her legs around his waist. Keeping her grip firm but wide, she settled onto him. Hard and slick, he slid right in with one smooth push.

Heaven.

She threw her head back and gasped something like his name, a vague cascade of R’s and K’s: beautiful and urgent and delighted all at once. He was moving inside her, thrusting steadily, coming back for more.

All of it inallegro—fast and lively—and in the mirror. She couldn’t drag her eyes from his perfect cheeks and rippling back, all of him pulsing with desire. Somewhere in a museum was an exact copy of him, chiseled by a masterful hand in the likeness of a Greek god. Only that god was inside her now, doing wicked things to her self-control.

She angled her hips and felt him slide again, penetrating ever deeper. She thought she must be screaming his name again and again, but all that came out were low, sultry murmurs. Until she couldn’t hold back any more–didn’t want to–and let herself go completely.

“Deeper!” She wasn’t sure if she screamed it or just thought it very loudly. “Deeper!” Either way, he responded in kind.

She came in a breathless series of convulsions while he pulsed on and on. Was this even possible, such pleasure? Possible and impossible. She surrendered with a last, wavering cry of pleasure as her body rocked in sheer ecstasy.

For a moment, all she felt was the climax. Then she heard his steady breathing, a contrast to hers. Had she come too early? Her head lolled against the wall as Erik held her, waiting for her to float back. She felt him stroke her waist with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers holding her firmly. He was lowering her now, right to the floor. He was away and back in an instant, unrolling the condom over his erection.

All her nerves clicked back into gear, desperate for the final act. She felt the carpet flatten under her, gravity taking hold. Erik was poised above, ready to swoop down. She swung her hips high and met him inches above the floor. Their eyes locked.

“Come,” she murmured. “Come.”

When he plunged in, it was a long, long way down, into her and all the way down, locked together all the time. She pushed back, and when they reached the unyielding floor, he bottomed out in a place she never imagined existed.

Two gasps registered in her ears—hers and his. Pain and pleasure, so closely intertwined.

He lingered deep inside her, breathless, before pulling back. “Again,” he whispered, voice raspy and low.

“Again,” she breathed.

She rose to meet him as he repeated the long plunge. In, down, through her, through the air. Hitting home with enough force to knock the breath out of both of them.

“Again.”

They were two hawks, coupling in the air.

Over and over, until he swept down with what she sensed would be his last push and landed somewhere off the charts. Instinct flipped the switch, and she matched his short, sharp thrusts, bucking in time with him, marking each searing jolt of pleasure with a faint grunt. They were moving together, breathing together, right up until they flooded each other on the very same heartbeat.

It felt like they had reached zero gravity, levitating over the floor and only reluctantly settling back to Earth.

She cried his name in an aftershock of pleasure, and Erik obliged with a last push home. She heard herself voice a long, otherworldly moan, another cry for more. He responded gamely, with sheer weight if not stiff power.

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