Page 15 of Patio Lanterns

“An angel deserves to be set free,” he whispered back.

With a whimper, she pulled him down into her mouth, demanding he now fill her there too. The heady scent of moist, hot sex was heavy on his breath, and she revelled in the taste of her juices coating his lips and buttery tongue. His bobbing cock bumped against her eager pussy, teasing them both.

“Grab one of the condoms, baby,” she grunted, spreading her thighs further apart.

“Already in place.” Then he proved it by sliding hard into her.

How the hell did he manage that? While he deserved heaps of praise for rolling on that rubber in record time, she could form no words with him inside her, moving and stretching and quenching her desire from within.

Moans of pleasure filled her ears as the bedroom became a hedonistic symphony of panting, flesh slapping, and wet plunging in rhythm with a good sound fucking. Sex had been one of the best things, maybe the only thing, Robin got out of her brief but intense romance with Parker. But now that she was with a considerate lover like Rick, it was like saying no one made better pasta than Olive Garden and then travelling to Tuscany.

He raised himself up, bracing his arms on either side of her. She clung tightly to him as he bucked wildly, studying his sweaty face as it contorted. No, no, don’t come yet, please don’t come yet…

“I’ve got to… ugh…” he grunted.

Clutching her tight, he skillfully rolled them both over so that Robin was now on top. “I’m so sorry,” he said, looking up at her, “my fucking knees are shit for missionary.”

She reoriented herself, smiling wide in relief. “You scared me. I thought for a moment there you had a short fuse.”

He sank his fingertips into her hips. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m holding back, because you are one hell of a woman,” he said, gripping her tight.

She braced herself against his concrete shoulders, her thighs spread across his broad expanse, and she impaled herself back on his cock. “Mmmm… I think I like this even better.” She rolled her hips tantalizingly slow, seating him deeper.

“Definitely better,” he said, his hips finding a new rhythm. He licked his lips, watching her bodacious boobs bounce in time with his thrusts.

She cradled them, massaging the supple flesh. “You like my tits, don’t you, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” he growled, his eyes fixed on her. “So big, so beautiful.”

“As good as Playboy?” she asked, the friction of her fingertips wheedling her nipples into dual puckered peaks.

“Better than the fucking Playmate of the Year,” he said.

Very much liking his appraisal, she leaned over and gripped the back of his headboard. Her nipples grazed the sandpapery whiskers covering his unshaven cheeks and chin, and he latched onto one hardened nub as his hands lifted and squeezed both of her breasts. Much to her ecstasy, he continued his sensual massaging, fingers plucking at one stiffened nipple while his hungry mouth sucked greedily on the other.

It felt so fucking good she had to reel in what was left of her sanity and remind herself to breathe. As he ravished her tits, she tormented his cock, slowly sliding up his shaft then sinking down and plunging him in deeper. Dizzy with lust, she was under the influence of his hands, his mouth, his moans. She lost herself in a haze of heat as she succumbed to his rhythm, to the sensation of how well they fit together. To the rapturous feeling that their first time would definitely not be the last time. To the knowing that the instant it came to an end, she would be yearning to feel this with him all over again.

With frenzied intent, he seesawed his hips, driving into her harder and faster. Blood pounded in her ears as the building pressure twisted, turned, and tightened until suddenly, it all unravelled. She clenched him on the inside and clutched at him on the outside and cried out his name, shuddering in ecstasy moments before he did the same.

Heaving a happy, satisfied sigh, she lightly placed a kiss on Rick’s lips before gently easing herself down next to him on the bed. “Number six,” she said, curling around his body. “I just thought of a sixth reason why we should most definitely have sex tonight.”

Breathing hard, he enfolded her in his arms and pulled her in closer. “And what’s that?”

She smiled as she snuggled into his chest, his heartbeat echoing under her ear. “It’s gonna rock our fucking worlds.”

7

Rick

The aroma of coffee tickling his nose, Rick fought to pry his eyes open. He squinted at the bright sunlight streaming through the bedroom window before his brain woke up to the realization that he’d slept in for the first time in maybe forever.

His second waking thought brought a smile to his face. Robin.

He stretched as he rolled over. There was a shallow indentation in the pillow next to his, her side of the bed cool to the touch. It’d been a long time since his last one-night stand, but he still remembered the first rule of thumb: make an exit before the magic wears off.

But the thing was, for Rick, the magic still lingered in the light of day, and he was deliriously under its spell.

Hoping the scent of fresh-brewed coffee meant he might still catch Robin downstairs, he threw on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats, then eyed the pair of condoms on the nightstand. He shoved one into his front pocket, because, like Robin said, you just never know.

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