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snores.”
She’d spent enough nights on Tony’s couch to know better. “Tony doesn’t snore.”
“Must be purring, then. I’ve never seen him so content.”
He bent his right knee, bringing his leg up beside her arm. She ran her hand over his thigh and down his shin, delighting in the crisp hairs and hot, bare skin against her palm. She wrapped both arms around his leg and, leaning forward slightly, kissed his knee before resting her cheek against it.
He moved, jostling her. Then his lips, warm and soft, touched the crook of her neck and shoulder. The short hairs of his vacation beard were rough and scratchy in contrast. “You catch up on your sleep?”
“Yeah.”
His hand rubbed small circles against her belly. “You okay?”
Tony must have told him. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“What’d he tell you?”
“Nothing.”
She lifted her cheek from his knee and peeked over her shoulder at him, surprised by his answer. “Then how’d you know?”
The circles against her abdomen were getting larger so his fingers just brushed the underside of her breasts and the top of her pubic bone. “Told you. I’ve never seen him so content.”
The pleasure that had started building in her belly mixed with tension as she waited to hear what he’d say next. Would he be angry? Jealous? Ask questions she’d be too embarrassed to answer?
Finally he spoke again, and his tone was soothing. “Relax.”
At his gentle command, she melted into him and her heart filled. “Mark,” she whispered.
“Hmmm?”
She couldn’t contain the words or the emotion behind them. “I love you.”
His hands stopped their exploration, and he clasped his arms across her chest and hugged her. “I love you too.”
Her body felt weightless, as if she were floating toward the stars blanketing the night sky. All she had to do was lift her fingers and pluck one from the ebony heavens. Was this love? She’d thought she’d loved before, but she’d never known this feeling, this freedom of spirit and soul that made her believe anything was possible.
His palms slid up to cover her breasts, and his thumbs teased her nipples through the fabric of her cami. She arched her back and dug her nails into his legs as sparks of pleasure shot from her nipples to her clit. He abandoned her breasts and skimmed up her arms to her shoulders. He slid the straps of her shirt down then pushed the fabric to her waist. The ocean breeze drifted across her bared skin, hardening her nipples. And then Mark’s warm, callused palms covered her again. She sucked in her breath and held it, afraid that if she breathed he would stop.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hold your breasts like this?” he murmured, his lips close to her ear.
Unable to speak, she shook her head.
One hand slid down her belly to her sex, which he cupped as fully as he did her breast. “Longer than I’ve wanted to make love to you.”
With one hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then slid his hand underneath her panties. “Ah, fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so smooth. I didn’t know.”
The heel of Mark’s hand rocked against her clit as he slipped a finger inside her. She lifted her hips, her butt coming off the cushioned lounge in response, wanting him deeper, needing him deeper.
So Tony hadn’t talked. She was glad that they wouldn’t be comparing notes. Who got to do what to her and when and where. And speaking of where…
“Mark, someone could see us here.”
“Everyone’s asleep.” His teeth tugged gently at her earlobe. One palm lightly grazed the tip of her nipple sending a flood of delectable sensations to her sex.
“So was I,” she gasped, so close she barely managed to form the words.
“My back’s to the house. No one can see you. Even if they believe I’m lucky enough to be hand-fucking you, they wouldn’t believe I’d do it in plain sight.” His chuckle vibrated through her. “I’m a gentleman.”
She held her breath, every
She’d spent enough nights on Tony’s couch to know better. “Tony doesn’t snore.”
“Must be purring, then. I’ve never seen him so content.”
He bent his right knee, bringing his leg up beside her arm. She ran her hand over his thigh and down his shin, delighting in the crisp hairs and hot, bare skin against her palm. She wrapped both arms around his leg and, leaning forward slightly, kissed his knee before resting her cheek against it.
He moved, jostling her. Then his lips, warm and soft, touched the crook of her neck and shoulder. The short hairs of his vacation beard were rough and scratchy in contrast. “You catch up on your sleep?”
“Yeah.”
His hand rubbed small circles against her belly. “You okay?”
Tony must have told him. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“What’d he tell you?”
“Nothing.”
She lifted her cheek from his knee and peeked over her shoulder at him, surprised by his answer. “Then how’d you know?”
The circles against her abdomen were getting larger so his fingers just brushed the underside of her breasts and the top of her pubic bone. “Told you. I’ve never seen him so content.”
The pleasure that had started building in her belly mixed with tension as she waited to hear what he’d say next. Would he be angry? Jealous? Ask questions she’d be too embarrassed to answer?
Finally he spoke again, and his tone was soothing. “Relax.”
At his gentle command, she melted into him and her heart filled. “Mark,” she whispered.
“Hmmm?”
She couldn’t contain the words or the emotion behind them. “I love you.”
His hands stopped their exploration, and he clasped his arms across her chest and hugged her. “I love you too.”
Her body felt weightless, as if she were floating toward the stars blanketing the night sky. All she had to do was lift her fingers and pluck one from the ebony heavens. Was this love? She’d thought she’d loved before, but she’d never known this feeling, this freedom of spirit and soul that made her believe anything was possible.
His palms slid up to cover her breasts, and his thumbs teased her nipples through the fabric of her cami. She arched her back and dug her nails into his legs as sparks of pleasure shot from her nipples to her clit. He abandoned her breasts and skimmed up her arms to her shoulders. He slid the straps of her shirt down then pushed the fabric to her waist. The ocean breeze drifted across her bared skin, hardening her nipples. And then Mark’s warm, callused palms covered her again. She sucked in her breath and held it, afraid that if she breathed he would stop.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hold your breasts like this?” he murmured, his lips close to her ear.
Unable to speak, she shook her head.
One hand slid down her belly to her sex, which he cupped as fully as he did her breast. “Longer than I’ve wanted to make love to you.”
With one hand, he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then slid his hand underneath her panties. “Ah, fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so smooth. I didn’t know.”
The heel of Mark’s hand rocked against her clit as he slipped a finger inside her. She lifted her hips, her butt coming off the cushioned lounge in response, wanting him deeper, needing him deeper.
So Tony hadn’t talked. She was glad that they wouldn’t be comparing notes. Who got to do what to her and when and where. And speaking of where…
“Mark, someone could see us here.”
“Everyone’s asleep.” His teeth tugged gently at her earlobe. One palm lightly grazed the tip of her nipple sending a flood of delectable sensations to her sex.
“So was I,” she gasped, so close she barely managed to form the words.
“My back’s to the house. No one can see you. Even if they believe I’m lucky enough to be hand-fucking you, they wouldn’t believe I’d do it in plain sight.” His chuckle vibrated through her. “I’m a gentleman.”
She held her breath, every
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