shaking with it, and his erection throbbed painfully in his shorts.
He shifted above her, straightening his arms to keep his weight from resting on top of her.
She smiled up at him. “You’ve got real talent.”
He let out a huff of amusement and would have felt pleased with himself had he not been in such an urgent physical condition. “Glad you approve.”
Her hand ran from his shoulder down the length of his chest and stomach until she’d found the bulge in his shorts. He let out an involuntary sound of pleasure when she squeezed.
“We better do something for you. Do you have a condom?”
He exhaled in relief and carefully readjusted, sitting up on the side of the chaise rather stiffly. He nodded over to the towel he’d brought up with him to the pool deck.
She was completely naked as she smiled teasingly and walked over to grab the condom packet. She appeared completely unselfconscious. She looked like a Greek goddess in the evening light, her long, lithe body almost luminous in the lingering glow from the setting sun. “I might have said no to sex, you know. Then what would you have done with your condom?”
“My condom and I would have slunk away in defeat, but I’ve always been an optimist.”
“Well, this time it paid off.” She looked from the chaise to the outdoor bed on the other side of the pool desk. The gauzy fabric of the canopy whipped gently around the frame in the breeze. “We might be more comfortable over there.”
Andrew agreed. The distraction had taken the edge off his arousal, so he could get up without groaning. “Very practical of you. I never take the time to plan so well.”
“I believe in practicality and in making plans.” She grinned at him as she pushed him down onto the bed. “Besides, I’m not sure how well that chaise would hold up.”
When she joined him in the bed, he was about to roll on top of her, but she flattened both hands on his chest and pushed him down onto his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs.
He had no objections to the arrangement. Particularly when she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.
When she’d stripped him as naked as she was, she stared down at his body with desire and something else—something stronger—in her eyes.
He tried to think of something witty to say, but his body had tightened instinctively at her proximity to his erection, and he was having trouble catching his breath.
Laurel ripped the packet open and rolled on the condom. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her fingers running down and then up the length of him.
“Damn, Laurel, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, as he watched her raise herself up above him, her long hair hanging down around her shoulders and half-concealing her breasts.
She smiled again, and he reached over to help as she aligned herself above him and then sank down.
She felt hot and tight and almost unbearably good as he eased slowly into the clasp of her body. He heard himself release a low groan, and one of his hands clenched in the soft flesh of her hip.
She arched and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she moaned too.
His pelvis gave a little, involuntary thrust. For just a moment, he was afraid he might lose it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so uncontrolled in bed. Couldn’t remember the last time a woman had felt so good.
“So good,” she breathed, as if she’d read his mind.
He gave a grunt of affirmation.
She reached down and stroked his chest, her hands sliding against his skin, the texture of his muscles, the sprinkling of hair. Then, before he’d fully reined in his control, she started to ride him.
“Fuck,” he said, jerking his head to the side so he wouldn’t see her moving above him. The throbbing at his pelvis was almost painful, and he experienced a flare of panic that he wasn’t going to hold back his release. “Laurel, Laurel, fuck.”
She made a little whimper, as if in response, and
He shifted above her, straightening his arms to keep his weight from resting on top of her.
She smiled up at him. “You’ve got real talent.”
He let out a huff of amusement and would have felt pleased with himself had he not been in such an urgent physical condition. “Glad you approve.”
Her hand ran from his shoulder down the length of his chest and stomach until she’d found the bulge in his shorts. He let out an involuntary sound of pleasure when she squeezed.
“We better do something for you. Do you have a condom?”
He exhaled in relief and carefully readjusted, sitting up on the side of the chaise rather stiffly. He nodded over to the towel he’d brought up with him to the pool deck.
She was completely naked as she smiled teasingly and walked over to grab the condom packet. She appeared completely unselfconscious. She looked like a Greek goddess in the evening light, her long, lithe body almost luminous in the lingering glow from the setting sun. “I might have said no to sex, you know. Then what would you have done with your condom?”
“My condom and I would have slunk away in defeat, but I’ve always been an optimist.”
“Well, this time it paid off.” She looked from the chaise to the outdoor bed on the other side of the pool desk. The gauzy fabric of the canopy whipped gently around the frame in the breeze. “We might be more comfortable over there.”
Andrew agreed. The distraction had taken the edge off his arousal, so he could get up without groaning. “Very practical of you. I never take the time to plan so well.”
“I believe in practicality and in making plans.” She grinned at him as she pushed him down onto the bed. “Besides, I’m not sure how well that chaise would hold up.”
When she joined him in the bed, he was about to roll on top of her, but she flattened both hands on his chest and pushed him down onto his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs.
He had no objections to the arrangement. Particularly when she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.
When she’d stripped him as naked as she was, she stared down at his body with desire and something else—something stronger—in her eyes.
He tried to think of something witty to say, but his body had tightened instinctively at her proximity to his erection, and he was having trouble catching his breath.
Laurel ripped the packet open and rolled on the condom. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her fingers running down and then up the length of him.
“Damn, Laurel, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, as he watched her raise herself up above him, her long hair hanging down around her shoulders and half-concealing her breasts.
She smiled again, and he reached over to help as she aligned herself above him and then sank down.
She felt hot and tight and almost unbearably good as he eased slowly into the clasp of her body. He heard himself release a low groan, and one of his hands clenched in the soft flesh of her hip.
She arched and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she moaned too.
His pelvis gave a little, involuntary thrust. For just a moment, he was afraid he might lose it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so uncontrolled in bed. Couldn’t remember the last time a woman had felt so good.
“So good,” she breathed, as if she’d read his mind.
He gave a grunt of affirmation.
She reached down and stroked his chest, her hands sliding against his skin, the texture of his muscles, the sprinkling of hair. Then, before he’d fully reined in his control, she started to ride him.
“Fuck,” he said, jerking his head to the side so he wouldn’t see her moving above him. The throbbing at his pelvis was almost painful, and he experienced a flare of panic that he wasn’t going to hold back his release. “Laurel, Laurel, fuck.”
She made a little whimper, as if in response, and
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