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pushed her back until he could pull off her little pajama top and matching shorts. Her curves beckoned, a banquet for his hands and eyes and mouth.
“Oh, Georgeanne, the things I want to do to you,” he said, his voice a soft sizzle in the night.
“Don’t talk about it, Sam. Just do it.”
“Remember you asked for it,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed and coming down on top of her. He nipped her earlobe, slid his tongue along the column of her throat, and then fastened his mouth around one tight nipple while she gasped and arched herself into him.
Her fingers clutched his shoulders, dug into his muscles, and he loved the feel of it. Loved that she clung to him, making little noises while he sucked her nipple. He alternated the pressure, a little soft, a little hard, finding just the right amount she liked. Then he moved to her other nipple and repeated the performance.
He slid a hand down her smooth skin, came to the mound of her sex—and found it clean-shaven. He nearly choked on his own tongue at that little discovery. He could feel her panting and, yes, even laughing a little.
“Not what you expected?”
He left her breasts and trailed his mouth down her abdomen. “No. It’s very naughty of you, Georgeanne. Very sexy.”
“I’d tell you I did it for you, but that would be a lie. I did it for me. Because I wanted to, because I like the way it looks and feels. It’s the only thing that’s made me feel sexy these past few months.”
He reached her mound and placed a kiss there. “You are sexy. Incredibly sexy.” He ran a finger down the seam of her pussy. “So hot and wet, Georgeanne. What do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you inside me.”
“All in good time.” He pushed her legs open and settled between them. And then he ran his tongue the length of her pussy while she cried out.
She tasted like honey to him—sweet, sweet honey. He spread her open with his fingers and licked his way around her slick folds. And then he touched the point of his tongue to her clit and she arched up off the bed with a sharp cry. He held his tongue against her while she writhed, stunned that she’d come so quickly.
When her tremors subsided, he built the tension again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, sliding in and out of her with short, hard strokes. She shattered again, his name a broken sound on her lips.
It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and he’d heard a lot of women say his name in bed. But none of them were Georgie.
He kissed his way up her body, his hands gliding over her sweet soft skin, learning her by touch, mapping her for his memory so that he could call up these moments later, when she was out of his life again. So he could remember how it felt to make love to Georgeanne Hayes.
“You’d better not be planning to leave now that you’ve made me come.”
Her skin was slick with perspiration, and he laughed low in his throat. “Oh no, not this time. I’m too hungry for you.”
“Thank God for small favors.”
He levered up and yanked off his shorts and underwear, and then he reached into the bedside stand and knew he’d find condoms. Leave it to HOT to think of everything. He tore one open and rolled it on. He could hear Georgie breathing rapidly, and he leaned down to kiss her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“I doubt you’re that big.”
He couldn’t believe that she could make him laugh at a time like this. “I’m thinking of your hip, smartass.”
“I’ll let you know, but right now I think it hurts worse not to have you where I want you.”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth again, held himself over her, his cock just nudging her slick folds. He wanted to plunge home and keep plunging until he was nothing but a mass of raw nerve endings, but more than that, he didn’t want to hurt her already bruised body.
“Sam, please. I’ve been waiting twelve years. Longer, if you consider when I first knew what sex was
“Oh, Georgeanne, the things I want to do to you,” he said, his voice a soft sizzle in the night.
“Don’t talk about it, Sam. Just do it.”
“Remember you asked for it,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed and coming down on top of her. He nipped her earlobe, slid his tongue along the column of her throat, and then fastened his mouth around one tight nipple while she gasped and arched herself into him.
Her fingers clutched his shoulders, dug into his muscles, and he loved the feel of it. Loved that she clung to him, making little noises while he sucked her nipple. He alternated the pressure, a little soft, a little hard, finding just the right amount she liked. Then he moved to her other nipple and repeated the performance.
He slid a hand down her smooth skin, came to the mound of her sex—and found it clean-shaven. He nearly choked on his own tongue at that little discovery. He could feel her panting and, yes, even laughing a little.
“Not what you expected?”
He left her breasts and trailed his mouth down her abdomen. “No. It’s very naughty of you, Georgeanne. Very sexy.”
“I’d tell you I did it for you, but that would be a lie. I did it for me. Because I wanted to, because I like the way it looks and feels. It’s the only thing that’s made me feel sexy these past few months.”
He reached her mound and placed a kiss there. “You are sexy. Incredibly sexy.” He ran a finger down the seam of her pussy. “So hot and wet, Georgeanne. What do you want me to do about it?”
“I want you inside me.”
“All in good time.” He pushed her legs open and settled between them. And then he ran his tongue the length of her pussy while she cried out.
She tasted like honey to him—sweet, sweet honey. He spread her open with his fingers and licked his way around her slick folds. And then he touched the point of his tongue to her clit and she arched up off the bed with a sharp cry. He held his tongue against her while she writhed, stunned that she’d come so quickly.
When her tremors subsided, he built the tension again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, sliding in and out of her with short, hard strokes. She shattered again, his name a broken sound on her lips.
It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and he’d heard a lot of women say his name in bed. But none of them were Georgie.
He kissed his way up her body, his hands gliding over her sweet soft skin, learning her by touch, mapping her for his memory so that he could call up these moments later, when she was out of his life again. So he could remember how it felt to make love to Georgeanne Hayes.
“You’d better not be planning to leave now that you’ve made me come.”
Her skin was slick with perspiration, and he laughed low in his throat. “Oh no, not this time. I’m too hungry for you.”
“Thank God for small favors.”
He levered up and yanked off his shorts and underwear, and then he reached into the bedside stand and knew he’d find condoms. Leave it to HOT to think of everything. He tore one open and rolled it on. He could hear Georgie breathing rapidly, and he leaned down to kiss her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“I doubt you’re that big.”
He couldn’t believe that she could make him laugh at a time like this. “I’m thinking of your hip, smartass.”
“I’ll let you know, but right now I think it hurts worse not to have you where I want you.”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth again, held himself over her, his cock just nudging her slick folds. He wanted to plunge home and keep plunging until he was nothing but a mass of raw nerve endings, but more than that, he didn’t want to hurt her already bruised body.
“Sam, please. I’ve been waiting twelve years. Longer, if you consider when I first knew what sex was
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