it real soon.
The muscles of James’ arms flexed as he held himself above
her, strong and solid. His mouth moved to her breast and she sucked in a sharp
breath as his tongue flicked against her nipple. Another jolt shot through her.
“I need you, James.” She hadn’t meant to say the words. But
she did need him, and that scared the hell out of Emma and invigorated her at
the same time.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you have to
come back for more.”
James moved his mouth to her other nipple and gave it the
same tormenting treatment, circling it with his tongue and then sucking it into
his mouth.
Her moan echoed into the wilderness. It was natural for a
woman to want a man to do this to her. All the animals did it out here. She was
only doing what nature intended.
James kissed down her stomach and then let his tongue slide
lightly across her nub. Emma’s core quivered with need. Her hips jerked upward,
needing more, needing his cock.
He flicked his tongue against her nub again and again, and
her core throbbed and just when she thought she would lose control, he moved
up.
“Please, don’t stop,” she moaned, needing the release that
was so close.
“I like it when you beg,” he said and she didn’t find the
need to be offended like she should. There was another need that was much more
pressing at this moment.
James kissed her belly again, and then moved up to position
his cock at her entrance.
“Yes. Ohhhh yes,” she moaned her encouragement and thrust
her hips toward him. She needed his cock, needed James.
He slowly slid his thick rod into her heat and wetness. Her
walls clenched around him, every inch torturously slow. She couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t think. Her hips arched upward, urging him to move faster, needing
release.
James moved in and out another torturously slow stroke and
the world started to disappear. The only thing she could focus on was the
pleasure, close, about to overtake her body.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” His words broke through her
euphoric haze and in that moment, she realized she was falling in love with
James. Hardheaded, conservative James.
“Fuck me now. Please,” she moaned, needing to forget about
love, needing him to take her over the edge, meet her physical needs.
He did exactly what she asked. His thighs flexed and James
pounded his cock into her over and over. And the waves of pleasure screamed
through her body.
“Aaahhhh, James.” Her quim clenched around him, clenching
and releasing and repeating.
He slammed his cock into her again and again, and then
groaned and jerked as he released his seed deep inside her.
James froze for a minute, grinned down at her in that sexy
way only he could, and then he rolled off Emma. The absence of his cock left a
sudden emptiness inside her that scared the hell out of Emma. It was an
emptiness she never wanted to feel, never would have felt if she wouldn’t have
opened herself up to James. Even in her pleasure-induced haze she could see
that, see the danger.
Emma couldn’t have this, couldn’t have James on any sort of
regular basis. He was too dangerous to her heart.
James put a blanket over the top of them and pulled her
against his naked body, holding her tight, skin against skin sharing warmth.
It felt so good, so right, but she shouldn’t be doing this,
shouldn’t be falling for James, shouldn’t be lying in his arms. Tomorrow she
would come up with a plan to rid her system of this need for the man. Tonight
she would let herself enjoy him—pretend things were different because being
pressed up against him felt too damn good to stop.
* * * * *
When tomorrow came, James showed up in Emma’s camp just
about sundown.
So much for her plans to stay away from the man.
“Let me help you with that.” He grabbed the shovel out of
her hands before she had the chance to say no.
“I don’t need your help.” She said the words out of pride,
but the truth was she was tired, ready to
The muscles of James’ arms flexed as he held himself above
her, strong and solid. His mouth moved to her breast and she sucked in a sharp
breath as his tongue flicked against her nipple. Another jolt shot through her.
“I need you, James.” She hadn’t meant to say the words. But
she did need him, and that scared the hell out of Emma and invigorated her at
the same time.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you have to
come back for more.”
James moved his mouth to her other nipple and gave it the
same tormenting treatment, circling it with his tongue and then sucking it into
his mouth.
Her moan echoed into the wilderness. It was natural for a
woman to want a man to do this to her. All the animals did it out here. She was
only doing what nature intended.
James kissed down her stomach and then let his tongue slide
lightly across her nub. Emma’s core quivered with need. Her hips jerked upward,
needing more, needing his cock.
He flicked his tongue against her nub again and again, and
her core throbbed and just when she thought she would lose control, he moved
up.
“Please, don’t stop,” she moaned, needing the release that
was so close.
“I like it when you beg,” he said and she didn’t find the
need to be offended like she should. There was another need that was much more
pressing at this moment.
James kissed her belly again, and then moved up to position
his cock at her entrance.
“Yes. Ohhhh yes,” she moaned her encouragement and thrust
her hips toward him. She needed his cock, needed James.
He slowly slid his thick rod into her heat and wetness. Her
walls clenched around him, every inch torturously slow. She couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t think. Her hips arched upward, urging him to move faster, needing
release.
James moved in and out another torturously slow stroke and
the world started to disappear. The only thing she could focus on was the
pleasure, close, about to overtake her body.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” His words broke through her
euphoric haze and in that moment, she realized she was falling in love with
James. Hardheaded, conservative James.
“Fuck me now. Please,” she moaned, needing to forget about
love, needing him to take her over the edge, meet her physical needs.
He did exactly what she asked. His thighs flexed and James
pounded his cock into her over and over. And the waves of pleasure screamed
through her body.
“Aaahhhh, James.” Her quim clenched around him, clenching
and releasing and repeating.
He slammed his cock into her again and again, and then
groaned and jerked as he released his seed deep inside her.
James froze for a minute, grinned down at her in that sexy
way only he could, and then he rolled off Emma. The absence of his cock left a
sudden emptiness inside her that scared the hell out of Emma. It was an
emptiness she never wanted to feel, never would have felt if she wouldn’t have
opened herself up to James. Even in her pleasure-induced haze she could see
that, see the danger.
Emma couldn’t have this, couldn’t have James on any sort of
regular basis. He was too dangerous to her heart.
James put a blanket over the top of them and pulled her
against his naked body, holding her tight, skin against skin sharing warmth.
It felt so good, so right, but she shouldn’t be doing this,
shouldn’t be falling for James, shouldn’t be lying in his arms. Tomorrow she
would come up with a plan to rid her system of this need for the man. Tonight
she would let herself enjoy him—pretend things were different because being
pressed up against him felt too damn good to stop.
* * * * *
When tomorrow came, James showed up in Emma’s camp just
about sundown.
So much for her plans to stay away from the man.
“Let me help you with that.” He grabbed the shovel out of
her hands before she had the chance to say no.
“I don’t need your help.” She said the words out of pride,
but the truth was she was tired, ready to
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