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Her fingers worked to smooth the latex and then she pressed her breasts around him, allowing him to root there.
His fingers found her opening and he dipped his head between her legs and feasted. Her arms flailed at her sides as he lapped her nude little sex. Then he slowly advanced on her and pressed against the length of her warm lithe body as they lay on their sides. She undulated her hips, wrapping her legs around him again, and pressing against his erection. He kissed her, found delicious little places to lick, nibble, and suck. Her faint female scent was driving him wild. Her little sighs and faint groans making him need her urgently.
Then he was in. Pushing slowly against and through her opening, he rotated their bodies so she was beneath him. He pressed his palms to the sides of her face, spread her hair to the side and angled his hips to fill her deeply. She arched her body, presenting her nipples to his hungry mouth. Back and forth he worked his way in and then out, slowly at first.
When their speed increased she was covered in a fine layer of sweat that glowed in the light from outside. Her flawless porcelain skin looked like marble. He felt the vibration coming from her core, the way her muscles clamped down on him, telling him she was spinning out of control. As she gave herself up to her body’s orgasm, he angled slightly, pulled her left leg over his right shoulder, and rammed deep. Holding still while she dug her nails into his back, he filled her with everything he had.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking he watched her face as she drifted off to sleep. He’d lived for his country, for his brothers. And now he had someone soft and female, someone of his very own, whom he could live for, protect, and defend with everything in his soul, making him a better man, if he didn’t fuck it up like he did everything else in his life.
He was grateful. Barring something unforeseen or the world exploding in all Holy Hell, he’d do anything to make this succeed.
Chapter 10
‡
M egan woke up feeling sore all over and suffering from lack of sleep, but the feeling in her belly, that nervous-butterflies-new-love-feeling, was there. Rory had once again spoken to her heart in the way he made love to her. He was patient, watching her arousal build, adding to the flame and keeping her spinning. She was deliciously exhausted, yet the feel of the muscled body spooning her backside, his possessive arm over her hip and belly, gave her new energy.
She hadn’t been sure he’d react so favorably to her visit. She’d prepared her heart for a letdown in case it came to that, but she considered this to be a good strategy for self-care. If it was bad news, get it over with. If it was good news, well the day would be magic so no need to prepare or plan.
Was it her imagination, or was the sun especially bright this morning? Could she hear the snowflakes fall outside? Everything seemed like it was in slow motion without anything urgent to get up and do. Her whole world was secure in this man’s arms and in the knowledge that he was real and not hiding a past, let alone another wife. Either that, or they all were lying. The likelihood of that?
Nil.
She heard his crisp whisper in her ear, sending a vibration all over her body, traveling down her spine at the speed of light. “I still want you. Can’t seem to get enough.” He pressed her into the mattress and let her hear his ragged breathing, the aching moan of a little boy, now a man, with strong needs and a heart as big as the ocean.
Megan picked over her eggs. She’d never sat so close to someone who watched her eat, fascinated by her every movement. He’d slipped into the booth at the diner, scooting beside her and pushing her all the way to the wall. Her arms barely had room to move. He wanted to feed her, asked her constantly if she wanted something else, and helped her hold her coffee cup. One muscled arm came over the top of the red tuck and roll design, his hand
His fingers found her opening and he dipped his head between her legs and feasted. Her arms flailed at her sides as he lapped her nude little sex. Then he slowly advanced on her and pressed against the length of her warm lithe body as they lay on their sides. She undulated her hips, wrapping her legs around him again, and pressing against his erection. He kissed her, found delicious little places to lick, nibble, and suck. Her faint female scent was driving him wild. Her little sighs and faint groans making him need her urgently.
Then he was in. Pushing slowly against and through her opening, he rotated their bodies so she was beneath him. He pressed his palms to the sides of her face, spread her hair to the side and angled his hips to fill her deeply. She arched her body, presenting her nipples to his hungry mouth. Back and forth he worked his way in and then out, slowly at first.
When their speed increased she was covered in a fine layer of sweat that glowed in the light from outside. Her flawless porcelain skin looked like marble. He felt the vibration coming from her core, the way her muscles clamped down on him, telling him she was spinning out of control. As she gave herself up to her body’s orgasm, he angled slightly, pulled her left leg over his right shoulder, and rammed deep. Holding still while she dug her nails into his back, he filled her with everything he had.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking he watched her face as she drifted off to sleep. He’d lived for his country, for his brothers. And now he had someone soft and female, someone of his very own, whom he could live for, protect, and defend with everything in his soul, making him a better man, if he didn’t fuck it up like he did everything else in his life.
He was grateful. Barring something unforeseen or the world exploding in all Holy Hell, he’d do anything to make this succeed.
Chapter 10
‡
M egan woke up feeling sore all over and suffering from lack of sleep, but the feeling in her belly, that nervous-butterflies-new-love-feeling, was there. Rory had once again spoken to her heart in the way he made love to her. He was patient, watching her arousal build, adding to the flame and keeping her spinning. She was deliciously exhausted, yet the feel of the muscled body spooning her backside, his possessive arm over her hip and belly, gave her new energy.
She hadn’t been sure he’d react so favorably to her visit. She’d prepared her heart for a letdown in case it came to that, but she considered this to be a good strategy for self-care. If it was bad news, get it over with. If it was good news, well the day would be magic so no need to prepare or plan.
Was it her imagination, or was the sun especially bright this morning? Could she hear the snowflakes fall outside? Everything seemed like it was in slow motion without anything urgent to get up and do. Her whole world was secure in this man’s arms and in the knowledge that he was real and not hiding a past, let alone another wife. Either that, or they all were lying. The likelihood of that?
Nil.
She heard his crisp whisper in her ear, sending a vibration all over her body, traveling down her spine at the speed of light. “I still want you. Can’t seem to get enough.” He pressed her into the mattress and let her hear his ragged breathing, the aching moan of a little boy, now a man, with strong needs and a heart as big as the ocean.
Megan picked over her eggs. She’d never sat so close to someone who watched her eat, fascinated by her every movement. He’d slipped into the booth at the diner, scooting beside her and pushing her all the way to the wall. Her arms barely had room to move. He wanted to feed her, asked her constantly if she wanted something else, and helped her hold her coffee cup. One muscled arm came over the top of the red tuck and roll design, his hand
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