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to her lips.
Cait wet them with the tip of her tongue. “Doesn’t mean we’re together again.”
“That will never happen.”
His expression, tight, intense, told her he meant it. Part of her wanted to howl with disappointment. The other part was revved and ready to take anything she could get.
“Fuck buddies it is.” She rose on tiptoe and grasped his collar, pulling him down until his lips rubbed against hers. Cait moaned and stroked her tongue into his mouth, greedy for a taste.
Sam pushed his tongue against hers, forcing it back, and followed, rimming her teeth and then stroking deep while his lips suctioned and rubbed.
She thrust her hands into his short-cropped hair and lost herself.
His breath was minty, like he’d popped a Tic Tac before he’d followed her to the door. She smiled against his mouth. This seduction was premeditated. No way could he claim she’d driven him to break.
Sam ended the kiss, then spun her by the hips and shoved her toward her bedroom.
“You still haven’t learned the joys of foreplay,” she muttered. Secretly she was thrilled. Cait rolled her hips as she strode toward her bedroom. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it over her shoulder. The rustle of clothing behind her told her he was making quick work of his own clothes, so she kept going until she was nude and crawling onto the mattress.
She still hadn’t glanced back, wanting to be horizontal when she took her first good look because her legs felt rubbery already. She lay against the sheets, closing her legs, one thigh angling over the other because suddenly she felt a little shy about giving him a glimpse of her sex.
Cait, however, took her fill of Sam, her gaze raking every inch of his body. Time apart had dulled the memory of his masculine perfection. But now every detail seared her mind.
The dim light from the hallway defined Sam’s rugged body with a shadowy underscoring of rippling muscle. Wide shoulders, a tapered waist, thickly muscled arms and thighs…her gaze snagged on his cock, which thrust upward, rigid and pulsing.
Moisture spilled from deep inside her pussy to moisten folds thickening with arousal.
Sam took a step toward the bed, then halted. “Are you still on the pill?” he asked in a gruff voice.
Her mouth had gone dry. She nodded.
“Been sleeping with anyone else?”
She snorted. “None of your damn business.”
On a harsh rasp, his chest rose swiftly, his lips crimping in irritation. “Cait, do I need to wear a condom?”
Her pride deflated like a punctured balloon. “No. Do I need you to wear one?”
Sam’s square jaw flexed, and he set a knee into the mattress.
Cait had her answer and shouldn’t have been so damn happy about it. Nor did she have any doubts he’d told her the truth. At least with sex, they’d always been completely honest. So neither of them had been in a hurry to find another partner. Maybe they still had too many raw wounds to risk their hearts again.
Sam crawled over her, nothing except his thick cock touching her skin. It glided over her mound and then rested against her belly, heavy and warm.
Cait slowly parted her legs, scraping beneath hairy thighs, until she lay open beneath him.
He came down on his elbows and cupped her cheeks.
Then he bent to give her a slow kiss that melted the tension she hadn’t known rode her body. Her lips parted, and she surrendered herself, giving him the lead as she always had because, when it came to sex, Cait yielded everything, body and soul.
Sam groaned and lifted his mouth away. His hips rose as he dragged his cock down her belly and pushed it between her legs, prodding her sex. When he found her moist entrance, he paused. “Wider,” he rasped.
Instantly, she obeyed, lifting her knees and letting them splay open as far as was comfortable. Her hips tilted, cupping upward, angling her pussy for the prime angle, the one that would force the ridge around the head of his cock to stroke her magic spot.
Her whole
Cait wet them with the tip of her tongue. “Doesn’t mean we’re together again.”
“That will never happen.”
His expression, tight, intense, told her he meant it. Part of her wanted to howl with disappointment. The other part was revved and ready to take anything she could get.
“Fuck buddies it is.” She rose on tiptoe and grasped his collar, pulling him down until his lips rubbed against hers. Cait moaned and stroked her tongue into his mouth, greedy for a taste.
Sam pushed his tongue against hers, forcing it back, and followed, rimming her teeth and then stroking deep while his lips suctioned and rubbed.
She thrust her hands into his short-cropped hair and lost herself.
His breath was minty, like he’d popped a Tic Tac before he’d followed her to the door. She smiled against his mouth. This seduction was premeditated. No way could he claim she’d driven him to break.
Sam ended the kiss, then spun her by the hips and shoved her toward her bedroom.
“You still haven’t learned the joys of foreplay,” she muttered. Secretly she was thrilled. Cait rolled her hips as she strode toward her bedroom. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it over her shoulder. The rustle of clothing behind her told her he was making quick work of his own clothes, so she kept going until she was nude and crawling onto the mattress.
She still hadn’t glanced back, wanting to be horizontal when she took her first good look because her legs felt rubbery already. She lay against the sheets, closing her legs, one thigh angling over the other because suddenly she felt a little shy about giving him a glimpse of her sex.
Cait, however, took her fill of Sam, her gaze raking every inch of his body. Time apart had dulled the memory of his masculine perfection. But now every detail seared her mind.
The dim light from the hallway defined Sam’s rugged body with a shadowy underscoring of rippling muscle. Wide shoulders, a tapered waist, thickly muscled arms and thighs…her gaze snagged on his cock, which thrust upward, rigid and pulsing.
Moisture spilled from deep inside her pussy to moisten folds thickening with arousal.
Sam took a step toward the bed, then halted. “Are you still on the pill?” he asked in a gruff voice.
Her mouth had gone dry. She nodded.
“Been sleeping with anyone else?”
She snorted. “None of your damn business.”
On a harsh rasp, his chest rose swiftly, his lips crimping in irritation. “Cait, do I need to wear a condom?”
Her pride deflated like a punctured balloon. “No. Do I need you to wear one?”
Sam’s square jaw flexed, and he set a knee into the mattress.
Cait had her answer and shouldn’t have been so damn happy about it. Nor did she have any doubts he’d told her the truth. At least with sex, they’d always been completely honest. So neither of them had been in a hurry to find another partner. Maybe they still had too many raw wounds to risk their hearts again.
Sam crawled over her, nothing except his thick cock touching her skin. It glided over her mound and then rested against her belly, heavy and warm.
Cait slowly parted her legs, scraping beneath hairy thighs, until she lay open beneath him.
He came down on his elbows and cupped her cheeks.
Then he bent to give her a slow kiss that melted the tension she hadn’t known rode her body. Her lips parted, and she surrendered herself, giving him the lead as she always had because, when it came to sex, Cait yielded everything, body and soul.
Sam groaned and lifted his mouth away. His hips rose as he dragged his cock down her belly and pushed it between her legs, prodding her sex. When he found her moist entrance, he paused. “Wider,” he rasped.
Instantly, she obeyed, lifting her knees and letting them splay open as far as was comfortable. Her hips tilted, cupping upward, angling her pussy for the prime angle, the one that would force the ridge around the head of his cock to stroke her magic spot.
Her whole
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