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Authors: Jayne Ann Krentz
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a little longer, give you more time. But so help me, I can't wait. I have to have you now."
Jed moved then, pushing her thighs apart with his hands until she lay open and ready. Amy looked up at him as he loomed over her and she saw the volcano in his eyes. His face was set in passion-stark lines.
In that moment she wanted only to grant him the release he sought.
"Come to me, Jed. There's no one else for me. No one when you're away. You know that, don't you?"
She lifted herself, inviting him into her warmth.
He came to her then. Amy felt the scrape of his bandaged leg against the softness of her inner thigh. The wide, solid tip of his manhood was a throbbing pressure that her body resisted at first. For a moment there was an aching, almost painful tightness that made Amy breathe more quickly. He was so big and she had never known anyone like him.
"Hold me, Amy. Take me inside and hold me. I need it. God knows, I need it." He flexed his hips powerfully, forging completely into her in one long, smooth movement.
Amy exhaled on a little whimper of excitement and feminine uncertainty. Her tautly stretched body was caught between the promise of pain and the promise of pleasure. And then she felt herself adjust slowly to the invasion. She realized that Jed was straining to hold himself still, exerting all his control to give her time to accept him.
"I should have waited," he said roughly. "I should have given you a little longer. I told myself I wasn't going to rush you."
"Hush." She touched his hard mouth with her fingertips to quiet him. "You're not rushing me. This is exactly what I want. I want you."
"Amy." He bent his head and took her mouth, entering her with his tongue just as he had entered her with his manhood. Slowly he began to move both within her, using the exciting friction to generate more of her feminine dampness. Her body responded at once. Amy sank her nails into Jed's shoulders and lifted herself to meet his increasingly fierce thrusts. The bright passion caught them both up in its blaze, flaring high and heralding even greater fulfillment. Streams of energy flowed together into a quick, roaring fire that preceded the explosion of the volcano. Amy forgot about everything else in the world except the aching need that was about to be satisfied.
Jed's harsh, muffled shout was accompanied by a last, deep plunge into Amy's tight, moist sheath. Hot lava flowed. She clung more tightly, poised on a brink and aware of the taut, spiraling response of her own body. And then the sweet spasms rippled through her, over her, around her. Amy's soft cries chased Jed's panting echoes as she followed him into the temporary exhaustion of the sensual aftermath.
Silence and peace filled the room. It was the first real peace Amy had known for eight months. She knew it wouldn't last, but the respite was sweet and she savored it.
It was a long time before Jed could bring himself to move. If it hadn't been for the dull ache that started again in his ribs, he decided, he probably wouldn't have moved until morning. He liked his present position, liked having his head pillowed on Amy's soft, delicate breasts, liked the lingering dampness between her legs that deepened the sense of intimacy between them and her feminine, sensual aroma.
And he liked the contentment in her body.
Her intense response to him filled him with a purely masculine combination of wonder and satisfaction.
Later, he promised himself, he would give her the slow, lingering pleasure he had intended to give her their first time together. Later he would take his time. But tonight his need had overtaken him with little warning. When Amy had put up no resistance, indeed, had welcomed him, there had been nothing to stop him. Jed had taken from her what he'd been wanting to take for the past three months.
His head was already full of the things he would do to her, the things he would teach her in the future. Her startled, uncertain response to the way he had
Jed moved then, pushing her thighs apart with his hands until she lay open and ready. Amy looked up at him as he loomed over her and she saw the volcano in his eyes. His face was set in passion-stark lines.
In that moment she wanted only to grant him the release he sought.
"Come to me, Jed. There's no one else for me. No one when you're away. You know that, don't you?"
She lifted herself, inviting him into her warmth.
He came to her then. Amy felt the scrape of his bandaged leg against the softness of her inner thigh. The wide, solid tip of his manhood was a throbbing pressure that her body resisted at first. For a moment there was an aching, almost painful tightness that made Amy breathe more quickly. He was so big and she had never known anyone like him.
"Hold me, Amy. Take me inside and hold me. I need it. God knows, I need it." He flexed his hips powerfully, forging completely into her in one long, smooth movement.
Amy exhaled on a little whimper of excitement and feminine uncertainty. Her tautly stretched body was caught between the promise of pain and the promise of pleasure. And then she felt herself adjust slowly to the invasion. She realized that Jed was straining to hold himself still, exerting all his control to give her time to accept him.
"I should have waited," he said roughly. "I should have given you a little longer. I told myself I wasn't going to rush you."
"Hush." She touched his hard mouth with her fingertips to quiet him. "You're not rushing me. This is exactly what I want. I want you."
"Amy." He bent his head and took her mouth, entering her with his tongue just as he had entered her with his manhood. Slowly he began to move both within her, using the exciting friction to generate more of her feminine dampness. Her body responded at once. Amy sank her nails into Jed's shoulders and lifted herself to meet his increasingly fierce thrusts. The bright passion caught them both up in its blaze, flaring high and heralding even greater fulfillment. Streams of energy flowed together into a quick, roaring fire that preceded the explosion of the volcano. Amy forgot about everything else in the world except the aching need that was about to be satisfied.
Jed's harsh, muffled shout was accompanied by a last, deep plunge into Amy's tight, moist sheath. Hot lava flowed. She clung more tightly, poised on a brink and aware of the taut, spiraling response of her own body. And then the sweet spasms rippled through her, over her, around her. Amy's soft cries chased Jed's panting echoes as she followed him into the temporary exhaustion of the sensual aftermath.
Silence and peace filled the room. It was the first real peace Amy had known for eight months. She knew it wouldn't last, but the respite was sweet and she savored it.
It was a long time before Jed could bring himself to move. If it hadn't been for the dull ache that started again in his ribs, he decided, he probably wouldn't have moved until morning. He liked his present position, liked having his head pillowed on Amy's soft, delicate breasts, liked the lingering dampness between her legs that deepened the sense of intimacy between them and her feminine, sensual aroma.
And he liked the contentment in her body.
Her intense response to him filled him with a purely masculine combination of wonder and satisfaction.
Later, he promised himself, he would give her the slow, lingering pleasure he had intended to give her their first time together. Later he would take his time. But tonight his need had overtaken him with little warning. When Amy had put up no resistance, indeed, had welcomed him, there had been nothing to stop him. Jed had taken from her what he'd been wanting to take for the past three months.
His head was already full of the things he would do to her, the things he would teach her in the future. Her startled, uncertain response to the way he had
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