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touching the sweet spot inside her as his cock slid past. She arched up to him, unable to prevent her reaction even had she wanted to, rapture blossoming inside her.
“Good,” he purred. “Let it go, darling, forget everything except me, except this !”
He gave a sharp “Ah!” but she hardly heard him, so lost was she with her body surrounding his, his needy invasion of her. He seemed made for her, unerringly discovering all the most sensitive parts of her body, relentlessly stimulating them into ecstasy.
Flailing her arms, she came into contact with his waist and hung on. Her knees hugged his hips, gripping with the desperation of a woman close to her peak. When it arrived, it was with an intensity that took her breath away, making her gasp in short pants. He didn’t stop, but drove hard inside her, never pausing, until her orgasm began to fade. When Lisa opened her eyes, it was to see him gazing down at her.
“I’ve never seen anything half so beautiful.” He bent to kiss her again, invading with tongue and cock, driving her up again to a perfect, shimmering climax.
The waves of completion went on and on, and then she heard his hoarse, wordless cry. Pushing up to grind her crotch against his, she took all of him, feeling him throb and pulse deep inside her body. She watched, helpless from her own climax, as he threw his head up, the sinews on his neck tautly corded. A growl welled up from deep inside his throat, erupting in a wild cry, and then every muscle in his body seemed to collapse and he slumped forward, his head buried in the pillow next to her.
Had it been too much for him? Should she have waited? Only when she felt his breathing, heavy as though he’d been for a long run, was she at all reassured. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of him on top of her, still inside her, his body slumped to one side above the waist so she could breathe.
He mumbled something she didn’t catch but at least it meant he was still conscious. Or as conscious as she was, which wasn’t saying an awful lot. She’d just begun to drift into sleep when he moved, rolling off her and drawing her into his arms. She lifted her leg over his and her arm around his waist, as though they’d been sleeping together this way for years.
Perhaps they would.
Chapter Six
With the sweet body of Lisa curled up against him, Michael heard the bedroom door open and sat up, curving over her to protect her from attack. He cursed long and low in his mind. Why the fuck hadn’t he locked the door? The movement was instinctive, to protect his woman from danger. Lisa groaned and he felt her begin to come awake.
The fully dressed figure of Brant McManus stood in the doorway. Michael felt the belligerent air fade away when Brant saw the woman at his side.
“Shit.” McManus showed no desire to leave but took in the mussed bed and its occupants in a shocked stare.
Michael breathed out slowly and twitched the sheet up to cover her.
McManus’s upper lip curled in a sneer. “Don’t bother, man, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Michael wanted to kill him for talking about her like that. He felt her tense and knew McManus had upset her. But showing the bastard would give him the upper hand so he forced himself to relax.
“Just came to tell you we’re on set at one, if you’re feeling okay, though I can see for myself. Lisa can finish her introduction piece, and then we’ll decide where to hold the investigation. We can’t use the pool now.”
Michael knew where he wanted to hold the next night session, and he was in no mood to discuss anything. “Set up in the bedroom of suite number one. Now go.”
Brant shrugged and left the room, closing the door slowly behind him.
Michael ran his hands through his hair as Lisa rolled to her back to stare up at him. His anxious expression cleared and his eyes softened. “Good morning, my love.”
She smiled up at him, warming him to his very soul. “Good morning.
“Good,” he purred. “Let it go, darling, forget everything except me, except this !”
He gave a sharp “Ah!” but she hardly heard him, so lost was she with her body surrounding his, his needy invasion of her. He seemed made for her, unerringly discovering all the most sensitive parts of her body, relentlessly stimulating them into ecstasy.
Flailing her arms, she came into contact with his waist and hung on. Her knees hugged his hips, gripping with the desperation of a woman close to her peak. When it arrived, it was with an intensity that took her breath away, making her gasp in short pants. He didn’t stop, but drove hard inside her, never pausing, until her orgasm began to fade. When Lisa opened her eyes, it was to see him gazing down at her.
“I’ve never seen anything half so beautiful.” He bent to kiss her again, invading with tongue and cock, driving her up again to a perfect, shimmering climax.
The waves of completion went on and on, and then she heard his hoarse, wordless cry. Pushing up to grind her crotch against his, she took all of him, feeling him throb and pulse deep inside her body. She watched, helpless from her own climax, as he threw his head up, the sinews on his neck tautly corded. A growl welled up from deep inside his throat, erupting in a wild cry, and then every muscle in his body seemed to collapse and he slumped forward, his head buried in the pillow next to her.
Had it been too much for him? Should she have waited? Only when she felt his breathing, heavy as though he’d been for a long run, was she at all reassured. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of him on top of her, still inside her, his body slumped to one side above the waist so she could breathe.
He mumbled something she didn’t catch but at least it meant he was still conscious. Or as conscious as she was, which wasn’t saying an awful lot. She’d just begun to drift into sleep when he moved, rolling off her and drawing her into his arms. She lifted her leg over his and her arm around his waist, as though they’d been sleeping together this way for years.
Perhaps they would.
Chapter Six
With the sweet body of Lisa curled up against him, Michael heard the bedroom door open and sat up, curving over her to protect her from attack. He cursed long and low in his mind. Why the fuck hadn’t he locked the door? The movement was instinctive, to protect his woman from danger. Lisa groaned and he felt her begin to come awake.
The fully dressed figure of Brant McManus stood in the doorway. Michael felt the belligerent air fade away when Brant saw the woman at his side.
“Shit.” McManus showed no desire to leave but took in the mussed bed and its occupants in a shocked stare.
Michael breathed out slowly and twitched the sheet up to cover her.
McManus’s upper lip curled in a sneer. “Don’t bother, man, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Michael wanted to kill him for talking about her like that. He felt her tense and knew McManus had upset her. But showing the bastard would give him the upper hand so he forced himself to relax.
“Just came to tell you we’re on set at one, if you’re feeling okay, though I can see for myself. Lisa can finish her introduction piece, and then we’ll decide where to hold the investigation. We can’t use the pool now.”
Michael knew where he wanted to hold the next night session, and he was in no mood to discuss anything. “Set up in the bedroom of suite number one. Now go.”
Brant shrugged and left the room, closing the door slowly behind him.
Michael ran his hands through his hair as Lisa rolled to her back to stare up at him. His anxious expression cleared and his eyes softened. “Good morning, my love.”
She smiled up at him, warming him to his very soul. “Good morning.
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