pleasure down my chest, down my belly until it sparkled inside my core.
“I need you, Sara,” he rasped. He pulled off my T-shirt, hands shaking.
I pawed at his. In seconds we stood disrobed. He guided me to the bed and pressed his naked body to mine. “I want to ruin you for any other man, Sara. I do. I want to be the only one who could ever complete you.”
“Yes. God, Crew, yes. I don’t want anybody but you. Ever.”
He sucked my lower lip, nipping my mouth. His hands gripped my ass. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he lifted me onto the bed. I pushed the clutter there to the floor and reveled in his glorious beauty.
“I want every part of you, Sara.”
His eyes flashed with intent. My sex throbbed. A rush of wetness bloomed between my thighs. I wanted to be branded by his touch, by the sheer memory of this moment. He hovered above me, his arms trembling. He settled his length between mine.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he said and kissed my nose.
I opened my legs, an ache of need spreading inside of me. I craved feeling all of him. His toes to my toes, thighs to my thighs, his erection inside of me, filling me up and making the world disappear.
“Please,” I said as he hesitated.
He blinked and drew into me, inch by long inch until his pelvis met mine. He settled onto his elbows and stared into my soul. “I wish you could know how beautiful you are to me. How every time I’d see you, my stomach would tip over.”
“I do know.” I breathed in his salty scent. “I know because I feel that way about you, too.” I pressed my hips against his, encouraging him to move, wanting the orgasm I was on the brink of.
“God, you feel so good, Sara.”
I gasped, my eyes locked to his, entranced by the heady look in his. I wound my hips, arching my back, so that my nipples grazed his chest.
“Stop,” he said. “I don’t want to come.”
I fell still. He rained kisses over my face and then simply watched my face. I pressed my hips again, so beyond turned on. His erection throbbed in time with my slamming pulse. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He licked his lips, and new pain shone in his eyes.
“I think I came a little.”
“Oh, no. Is it too late?” He shook his head. “Good. Because I want more, too,” I said and let my inhibitions go.
The green of his eyes darkened. A surge of pleasure wound through me. I slid up and down his length. He stroked in and out of me. His mouth teased each nipple. His hands cupped my ass and roved over my belly. We rolled over, wet with sweat, so that I was on top. The penetration felt exquisite, and within a couple of small grinds my orgasm gripped me.
I cried out, arching, as pleasure shot through me again and again. My body squeezed his. He was so big it hurt, but hurt so good. And before I finished, his cock swelled and exploded into me, too. Crew groaned, gripping my back, pulling me close so that our bodies melded into a tangle of pleasure and limbs.
Nothing would ever compare. I knew it down to my bones.
Floating down from the high of sexual bliss, we lay together in silence. The spell eased away, and the most wonderful sense of ordinary replaced it. Normal life. It could have been any day, just hanging out, being us. We took a hot shower. He kissed my chin with wet lips. I held myself to his chest. I listened to his heartbeat and savored the feel of the water running in rivulets around my cheek and down his chest. I sighed. He’d be gone soon. I felt it coming.
A prickling tingle in my gut kicked in, the kind you get the night before Christmas. A little wonder, plus a speck of fear.
Had I been more aware six months ago, I’d have known it was coming then, too. I’d have stopped blaming Kim for the locket falling. In fact, I should probably apologize to both Kim and Moira. I’d been a world-class bitch these last months.
I should probably tell Moira more than I’m sorry. We had a friendship to mend, and I’d pretended differently for
“I need you, Sara,” he rasped. He pulled off my T-shirt, hands shaking.
I pawed at his. In seconds we stood disrobed. He guided me to the bed and pressed his naked body to mine. “I want to ruin you for any other man, Sara. I do. I want to be the only one who could ever complete you.”
“Yes. God, Crew, yes. I don’t want anybody but you. Ever.”
He sucked my lower lip, nipping my mouth. His hands gripped my ass. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he lifted me onto the bed. I pushed the clutter there to the floor and reveled in his glorious beauty.
“I want every part of you, Sara.”
His eyes flashed with intent. My sex throbbed. A rush of wetness bloomed between my thighs. I wanted to be branded by his touch, by the sheer memory of this moment. He hovered above me, his arms trembling. He settled his length between mine.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he said and kissed my nose.
I opened my legs, an ache of need spreading inside of me. I craved feeling all of him. His toes to my toes, thighs to my thighs, his erection inside of me, filling me up and making the world disappear.
“Please,” I said as he hesitated.
He blinked and drew into me, inch by long inch until his pelvis met mine. He settled onto his elbows and stared into my soul. “I wish you could know how beautiful you are to me. How every time I’d see you, my stomach would tip over.”
“I do know.” I breathed in his salty scent. “I know because I feel that way about you, too.” I pressed my hips against his, encouraging him to move, wanting the orgasm I was on the brink of.
“God, you feel so good, Sara.”
I gasped, my eyes locked to his, entranced by the heady look in his. I wound my hips, arching my back, so that my nipples grazed his chest.
“Stop,” he said. “I don’t want to come.”
I fell still. He rained kisses over my face and then simply watched my face. I pressed my hips again, so beyond turned on. His erection throbbed in time with my slamming pulse. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He licked his lips, and new pain shone in his eyes.
“I think I came a little.”
“Oh, no. Is it too late?” He shook his head. “Good. Because I want more, too,” I said and let my inhibitions go.
The green of his eyes darkened. A surge of pleasure wound through me. I slid up and down his length. He stroked in and out of me. His mouth teased each nipple. His hands cupped my ass and roved over my belly. We rolled over, wet with sweat, so that I was on top. The penetration felt exquisite, and within a couple of small grinds my orgasm gripped me.
I cried out, arching, as pleasure shot through me again and again. My body squeezed his. He was so big it hurt, but hurt so good. And before I finished, his cock swelled and exploded into me, too. Crew groaned, gripping my back, pulling me close so that our bodies melded into a tangle of pleasure and limbs.
Nothing would ever compare. I knew it down to my bones.
Floating down from the high of sexual bliss, we lay together in silence. The spell eased away, and the most wonderful sense of ordinary replaced it. Normal life. It could have been any day, just hanging out, being us. We took a hot shower. He kissed my chin with wet lips. I held myself to his chest. I listened to his heartbeat and savored the feel of the water running in rivulets around my cheek and down his chest. I sighed. He’d be gone soon. I felt it coming.
A prickling tingle in my gut kicked in, the kind you get the night before Christmas. A little wonder, plus a speck of fear.
Had I been more aware six months ago, I’d have known it was coming then, too. I’d have stopped blaming Kim for the locket falling. In fact, I should probably apologize to both Kim and Moira. I’d been a world-class bitch these last months.
I should probably tell Moira more than I’m sorry. We had a friendship to mend, and I’d pretended differently for
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