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upper arm from his shoulder to his elbow. He tilted his head to watch her touch him and then took stock of her expression. Their eyes made the connection they always had, but he didn’t act on the impulse she could see was there.
He sighed, and once again took a sip of coffee and stared out the window.
“Tell me, Jameson. I’ve had three years to get used to the day I’d see you again. And I’m just as unsure as the first time I thought about it.”
He nodded his agreement, clutching the mug in both his hands, his long tanned back barely visible in the early morning shadows. She found a way to touch his back without spilling her coffee and gained his attention.
“Thank you for being a gentleman, Jameson.”
His smile was lopsided. “Well, I appreciate that. Maybe you can tell me what we’re doing here.”
She waited until he looked her in the eyes again. “I think the room’s beginning to get warm.”
“Well, I agree with you there.”
“Should we talk or—” she smiled instead of finishing her sentence.
His attention was revved to full alert. He licked his lips, set down his coffee cup, and slid under the sheets next to her. She nearly spilled her mug. “I think you better take this,” she said as she held it out to him.
He set her coffee on the floor, so close she heard the clinking of the ceramic. He climbed on top of her body as she pulled her knees to the side, and leaning on his elbows, let his fingers lace through her hair. One thumb dragged along her lower lip. With complete focus, he inserted his thumb into her mouth. His chest rose with his inhale, just before he bent down, his thumbs caressing her cheeks on both sides as he took his kiss at last. His fingers gently cradled her head. They fell into the warm intensity and familiarity of what their combined chemistry had always been, and was building again. The sights and smells of the room, the talks from last night, even her years as a single mother, all floated away. She was focused on her need for this man. It was basic, like breathing, something she’d held back and hadn’t allowed herself to own. Releasing those portions of her soul felt so good, to be lost in the arms of someone who transported her to the heavenly delights as a real woman, not a plaything. Again, her emotions got the better of her. When he came up for air and looked into her eyes, he carefully rubbed the tears away.
As if reading every breath she took, absorbing every expression on her face, he let his fingers draw down to her panties. The smell of her arousal was unmistakable, seeming to drive him wild, he urgently pulled them off her, spread her nether lips with his thumbs again, and kissed her there, sucking and biting her nub as she arched backward from the pulsating pleasure he brought her. The sight of his light brown hair between her legs sent off a warm tickling sensation, a delicate feather was lightly brushing up her spine. Her skin was warmed all over, her nipples engorged and hard, craving his touch. Her ears buzzed. Her breasts ached, bulging under the confines of the lacy undergarment. His lovemaking started slow then gained gradual speed as he rose up again and searched her face, intent on the way she bit her lip. His fingers pinched her nub and he drank from her arousal. Her moan was all for him.
He lowered his mouth again, finding her opening, laving her while her rocking pelvis performed the dance for his hot tongue he inserted deep.
Suddenly, she could take no more and pulled under his arms as if she could lift him, bringing him up on top of her, begging for his cock.
“Please, I need you inside me.”
He slipped down his boxers with ease, and her fingers clutched his muscled butt cheeks as she pulled him hard against her, eliciting a resonant moan from his massive chest, his arms bracing his shoulders. She melted beneath him as he arched against her, rocking forward and back over her lower body, spreading her knees wider, and begging for his
He sighed, and once again took a sip of coffee and stared out the window.
“Tell me, Jameson. I’ve had three years to get used to the day I’d see you again. And I’m just as unsure as the first time I thought about it.”
He nodded his agreement, clutching the mug in both his hands, his long tanned back barely visible in the early morning shadows. She found a way to touch his back without spilling her coffee and gained his attention.
“Thank you for being a gentleman, Jameson.”
His smile was lopsided. “Well, I appreciate that. Maybe you can tell me what we’re doing here.”
She waited until he looked her in the eyes again. “I think the room’s beginning to get warm.”
“Well, I agree with you there.”
“Should we talk or—” she smiled instead of finishing her sentence.
His attention was revved to full alert. He licked his lips, set down his coffee cup, and slid under the sheets next to her. She nearly spilled her mug. “I think you better take this,” she said as she held it out to him.
He set her coffee on the floor, so close she heard the clinking of the ceramic. He climbed on top of her body as she pulled her knees to the side, and leaning on his elbows, let his fingers lace through her hair. One thumb dragged along her lower lip. With complete focus, he inserted his thumb into her mouth. His chest rose with his inhale, just before he bent down, his thumbs caressing her cheeks on both sides as he took his kiss at last. His fingers gently cradled her head. They fell into the warm intensity and familiarity of what their combined chemistry had always been, and was building again. The sights and smells of the room, the talks from last night, even her years as a single mother, all floated away. She was focused on her need for this man. It was basic, like breathing, something she’d held back and hadn’t allowed herself to own. Releasing those portions of her soul felt so good, to be lost in the arms of someone who transported her to the heavenly delights as a real woman, not a plaything. Again, her emotions got the better of her. When he came up for air and looked into her eyes, he carefully rubbed the tears away.
As if reading every breath she took, absorbing every expression on her face, he let his fingers draw down to her panties. The smell of her arousal was unmistakable, seeming to drive him wild, he urgently pulled them off her, spread her nether lips with his thumbs again, and kissed her there, sucking and biting her nub as she arched backward from the pulsating pleasure he brought her. The sight of his light brown hair between her legs sent off a warm tickling sensation, a delicate feather was lightly brushing up her spine. Her skin was warmed all over, her nipples engorged and hard, craving his touch. Her ears buzzed. Her breasts ached, bulging under the confines of the lacy undergarment. His lovemaking started slow then gained gradual speed as he rose up again and searched her face, intent on the way she bit her lip. His fingers pinched her nub and he drank from her arousal. Her moan was all for him.
He lowered his mouth again, finding her opening, laving her while her rocking pelvis performed the dance for his hot tongue he inserted deep.
Suddenly, she could take no more and pulled under his arms as if she could lift him, bringing him up on top of her, begging for his cock.
“Please, I need you inside me.”
He slipped down his boxers with ease, and her fingers clutched his muscled butt cheeks as she pulled him hard against her, eliciting a resonant moan from his massive chest, his arms bracing his shoulders. She melted beneath him as he arched against her, rocking forward and back over her lower body, spreading her knees wider, and begging for his
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