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body all but dwarfed hers and the image of him standing behind her, arms braced on either side of hers, balls deep...it set off a little earthquake inside. Delicious ripples spread from her belly out in every direction.
His eyes softened and then he smiled. Like he was one to talk. He was crazy handsome, especially in the middle of sex. All focused with laser like intensity and yet, there was something carefree and effortless about him that mesmerized her.
Having him wrapped around her like a catcher's mitt emphasized everything that was masculine about him, from his hands to his feet to his wide, sculpted shoulders. Their reflection highlighted everything that was feminine about her.
“Ready?” he murmured, brushing his lips across her shoulder.
Her hair hung down like black ribbons, partially covering her breasts. But there was no mistaking the gentle flare of her hips or the light in her eyes, the crinkle at the corner of her mouth. She'd never looked more alive, happier.
“Make me come, wolf.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he pulled his hips back. Just as quickly he reseated himself.
She locked her arms and met him thrust for thrust. Every movement took her breath away. In. Out. Back again. Strong. Powerful. He growled into the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met.
Holy hell.
Her body surged with another flood of moisture and she rocked up on her toes, eager to take more of him. She felt oddly weightless...almost out of her body. He kept thrusting, crowding her, using those muscles to, well, muscle his way inside. And those lips. Good god, those lips.
He made the best sounds. Somewhere between a gasp and a groan.
Time slowed down as he picked up the pace. His hips rocked hers forward and she repositioned her hands on the mirror to better support their weight.
“We're going to — crack — the glass,” she said on a sigh.
He leaned in even closer, crowding her. His pelvis kept moving, thrusting that magnificent cock into her. And at the same time, they were moving forward. Just a step here. Thrust there. Another step. His chest pressed against her back and he just kept on coming until she was pressed up against the floor to ceiling mirror from her breasts to her belly.
She was so close to the wall that she turned her head sideways to keep from kissing it. They were a tangle of limbs and still, he was holding back somehow. Heat scorched over her shoulders and she soaked it in, enjoying the unusual sensation. She wanted to keep it. Hold it forever.
But then Hunter skimmed a hand down her side and slid it between her legs. Yes, yes, yes.
He kissed the corner of her lips as his finger found her clit and made a quick circle around it. And again. One more time and she saw stars. He was right there with her. His hips pinned against hers as he released inside of her, a delicious growling sound vibrating from his chest through her, teasing her ears.
He kept his finger on her special little pulse point and she convulsed in his arms, bucking back into him as her body rippled and twisted.
Perfection. Bliss. No. Perfection.
He circled her clit again and then pressed down with a firm pressure that ignited something else inside her.
“Come for me.”
She already had… But his deep voice, his delicious command, ignited her. A mighty heat swept through every corner of her body and pure, unadulterated pleasure exploded. It had to be an explosion. She'd never felt so...apart. And yet together. Blinded and yet she could see with a startling clarity. She screamed and her voice, ragged with ecstasy bounced off the walls. Everything was better. Her senses, sharper. Her body, warmer.
She couldn't hold herself up. Could barely breathe. And still the pleasure came. Wave after wave of the sweetest feelings. Unimaginable feelings. Physical, yes... but also emotional. Safe. Secure. Happy.
When Hunter stopped pressing her into the mirror, her muscles, high on whatever that fabulousness was, gave
His eyes softened and then he smiled. Like he was one to talk. He was crazy handsome, especially in the middle of sex. All focused with laser like intensity and yet, there was something carefree and effortless about him that mesmerized her.
Having him wrapped around her like a catcher's mitt emphasized everything that was masculine about him, from his hands to his feet to his wide, sculpted shoulders. Their reflection highlighted everything that was feminine about her.
“Ready?” he murmured, brushing his lips across her shoulder.
Her hair hung down like black ribbons, partially covering her breasts. But there was no mistaking the gentle flare of her hips or the light in her eyes, the crinkle at the corner of her mouth. She'd never looked more alive, happier.
“Make me come, wolf.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he pulled his hips back. Just as quickly he reseated himself.
She locked her arms and met him thrust for thrust. Every movement took her breath away. In. Out. Back again. Strong. Powerful. He growled into the sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met.
Holy hell.
Her body surged with another flood of moisture and she rocked up on her toes, eager to take more of him. She felt oddly weightless...almost out of her body. He kept thrusting, crowding her, using those muscles to, well, muscle his way inside. And those lips. Good god, those lips.
He made the best sounds. Somewhere between a gasp and a groan.
Time slowed down as he picked up the pace. His hips rocked hers forward and she repositioned her hands on the mirror to better support their weight.
“We're going to — crack — the glass,” she said on a sigh.
He leaned in even closer, crowding her. His pelvis kept moving, thrusting that magnificent cock into her. And at the same time, they were moving forward. Just a step here. Thrust there. Another step. His chest pressed against her back and he just kept on coming until she was pressed up against the floor to ceiling mirror from her breasts to her belly.
She was so close to the wall that she turned her head sideways to keep from kissing it. They were a tangle of limbs and still, he was holding back somehow. Heat scorched over her shoulders and she soaked it in, enjoying the unusual sensation. She wanted to keep it. Hold it forever.
But then Hunter skimmed a hand down her side and slid it between her legs. Yes, yes, yes.
He kissed the corner of her lips as his finger found her clit and made a quick circle around it. And again. One more time and she saw stars. He was right there with her. His hips pinned against hers as he released inside of her, a delicious growling sound vibrating from his chest through her, teasing her ears.
He kept his finger on her special little pulse point and she convulsed in his arms, bucking back into him as her body rippled and twisted.
Perfection. Bliss. No. Perfection.
He circled her clit again and then pressed down with a firm pressure that ignited something else inside her.
“Come for me.”
She already had… But his deep voice, his delicious command, ignited her. A mighty heat swept through every corner of her body and pure, unadulterated pleasure exploded. It had to be an explosion. She'd never felt so...apart. And yet together. Blinded and yet she could see with a startling clarity. She screamed and her voice, ragged with ecstasy bounced off the walls. Everything was better. Her senses, sharper. Her body, warmer.
She couldn't hold herself up. Could barely breathe. And still the pleasure came. Wave after wave of the sweetest feelings. Unimaginable feelings. Physical, yes... but also emotional. Safe. Secure. Happy.
When Hunter stopped pressing her into the mirror, her muscles, high on whatever that fabulousness was, gave
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