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of the condoms and used her teeth to open the packet. Her silky hair tickled over Jack’s torso when she lowered her head, using her mouth to slide the condom onto Jack’s steely flesh before boldly straddling him. With his hands at her hips, she completed their union with one hard thrust that made her jaw clamp shut.
“I’m sorry.” His touch light, Jack laid a hand along her jawline. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He swallowed back a gasp. The apology was the one coherent thought he could express through the mindless pleasure of being locked inside her snug heat.
“You didn’t.” The muscles of her abdomen and hips contracted and relaxed in concert with her deep, raspy breathing. “It’s just…it’s been a while for me.”
She allowed herself to acclimate to his size, to the vastness of him within her. When she began to move her hips, to undulate upon him in a steadily increasing rhythm, Jack welcomed the possibility that he could literally die from pleasure.
It had been a while for him, too, so long that his flesh couldn’t remember ever having been treated so well. Lina cloaked him with her body and Jack wrapped his arms around her. Her weight upon him and her heat around him carried him to an unfamiliar place of keen physical awareness. Her hair formed a black tent beneath which she kissed him. Bodies locked from lips to hips, limbs intertwined and hearts throbbing in syncopation, they existed in a paradise of two.
No longer able to hold back the eruption building within him, Jack clasped Lina to him and rolled her beneath him. He supported the small of her back with one hand, raising her hips just enough to give him complete control. She responded with a whimper of gratification, digging her fingertips into the hard meat of his hip and buttocks. Jack squeezed his eyes shut tight and buried his face in the sweat-glossed warmth of her neck.
Yoga had honed Jack’s control to the point where he could prolong this exquisite torture for both of them. He braced his weight on his left elbow and gazed at the way passion shaped her features, and the vision fueled him. He shifted his hips a little and moved his right knee a bit higher. The subtle change in position created delicious friction that sent Lina into a breathless delirium.
Her body clamped around him, inside and out, and tore his release from him. He stiffened, his abdominal muscles bunching against her flat belly. He cried out and breathed hard in her ear, his fists clenched at the sides of her head as spasm after spasm seized him.
“Lina,” he exhaled loudly, pressing his lips to the tiny beads of perspiration glossing her shoulder before catching her gaze. “Dear God, that was…what did you do to me?”
She took his chin and steered his mouth to hers. She let her kisses speak for her, telling him how he had done just as well by her.
Soft kisses and tender caresses eased them back into their separate selves, and neither of them spoke to disrupt the tranquility. Snuggling into Jack’s embrace upon the tangled bed sheet, Lina laughed lightly as she rested her head upon his shoulder.
“Do I even want to know what’s so funny?” he asked.
“I was just thinking.” With the tip of her finger, she circled the tawny disk of flesh capping Jack’s right pectoral muscle.
“About what?”
“About you.”
“Do tell.”
“I thought you would be an utter stiff when I saw you in town.” She ran her hand along his thigh. “A sexy stiff, but a stiff just the same. Turns out I was right. And wrong.”
Jack grasped her buttock to press her hips to his as he rolled onto his side to face her. “Thank you. I think.”
He lifted a thin lock of her hair from her forehead and delicately draped it over her shoulder, giving himself an unobstructed view of her face. With her straight hair, light eyes and dark skin, she was truly an original, like no other woman he had ever seen. He inwardly celebrated the spin of the genetic dial that had
“I’m sorry.” His touch light, Jack laid a hand along her jawline. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He swallowed back a gasp. The apology was the one coherent thought he could express through the mindless pleasure of being locked inside her snug heat.
“You didn’t.” The muscles of her abdomen and hips contracted and relaxed in concert with her deep, raspy breathing. “It’s just…it’s been a while for me.”
She allowed herself to acclimate to his size, to the vastness of him within her. When she began to move her hips, to undulate upon him in a steadily increasing rhythm, Jack welcomed the possibility that he could literally die from pleasure.
It had been a while for him, too, so long that his flesh couldn’t remember ever having been treated so well. Lina cloaked him with her body and Jack wrapped his arms around her. Her weight upon him and her heat around him carried him to an unfamiliar place of keen physical awareness. Her hair formed a black tent beneath which she kissed him. Bodies locked from lips to hips, limbs intertwined and hearts throbbing in syncopation, they existed in a paradise of two.
No longer able to hold back the eruption building within him, Jack clasped Lina to him and rolled her beneath him. He supported the small of her back with one hand, raising her hips just enough to give him complete control. She responded with a whimper of gratification, digging her fingertips into the hard meat of his hip and buttocks. Jack squeezed his eyes shut tight and buried his face in the sweat-glossed warmth of her neck.
Yoga had honed Jack’s control to the point where he could prolong this exquisite torture for both of them. He braced his weight on his left elbow and gazed at the way passion shaped her features, and the vision fueled him. He shifted his hips a little and moved his right knee a bit higher. The subtle change in position created delicious friction that sent Lina into a breathless delirium.
Her body clamped around him, inside and out, and tore his release from him. He stiffened, his abdominal muscles bunching against her flat belly. He cried out and breathed hard in her ear, his fists clenched at the sides of her head as spasm after spasm seized him.
“Lina,” he exhaled loudly, pressing his lips to the tiny beads of perspiration glossing her shoulder before catching her gaze. “Dear God, that was…what did you do to me?”
She took his chin and steered his mouth to hers. She let her kisses speak for her, telling him how he had done just as well by her.
Soft kisses and tender caresses eased them back into their separate selves, and neither of them spoke to disrupt the tranquility. Snuggling into Jack’s embrace upon the tangled bed sheet, Lina laughed lightly as she rested her head upon his shoulder.
“Do I even want to know what’s so funny?” he asked.
“I was just thinking.” With the tip of her finger, she circled the tawny disk of flesh capping Jack’s right pectoral muscle.
“About what?”
“About you.”
“Do tell.”
“I thought you would be an utter stiff when I saw you in town.” She ran her hand along his thigh. “A sexy stiff, but a stiff just the same. Turns out I was right. And wrong.”
Jack grasped her buttock to press her hips to his as he rolled onto his side to face her. “Thank you. I think.”
He lifted a thin lock of her hair from her forehead and delicately draped it over her shoulder, giving himself an unobstructed view of her face. With her straight hair, light eyes and dark skin, she was truly an original, like no other woman he had ever seen. He inwardly celebrated the spin of the genetic dial that had
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