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didn’t say anything else at his contradictory behavior. Nothing about her brought out the sensible man he was used to in himself. The hard-edged businessman who put all his energy into getting ahead, becoming CEO. This man lying on a gravel and sand beach wanted to take all that energy back and use it to learn how to bring pleasure to the woman who had haunted his dreams.
“I thought I’d put you behind me.” He stroked a lock of wet hair off her forehead, pressing his lips where it had been. “But I dreamed about you.” He kissed each of her eyebrows and rose a little again to continue his exploration. “At the end of every summer.” And he couldn’t believe she was here, real. Tracing the curve of her cheek, the lines of her throat, he followed his fingers with his lips, tasting the cool water droplets clinging to her. For now, it was warm enough on the beach to be naked in the sunshine.
“Did you?”
Her hands lay at her sides as he pressed kisses over her chest. Her small breasts pointed toward the sky where a passing cloud blocked out the sun, shadowing them for a moment before traveling on. Pale, tipped with sharp raspberry-colored nipples, they drew his mouth like a magnet and he paused in his explorations to devote a moment to tasting them. As sweet as berries, hard under his questing tongue. Her heart thudded under his lips and, lifting his head, smiled at her.
“I still do.” Toying with her breasts, he blew a breath and circled one nipple with the tip of his tongue, then the other, enjoying her hard breathing. “When I saw you yesterday, I thought it was another dream.”
“Maybe it is,” she murmured, her eyes flicking closed. “How can it be real?”
“If it is, I never want to wake up.”
Chapter Five
A dream.
Maybe so.
When his mouth withdrew from her breasts and the breeze chilled their damp tips, Michaela opened her eyes and focused on the top of his head. He touched her, working his way down her torso and then, as her pussy flooded in anticipation, skipping her cunt and tracing his way down her legs.
Another advantage to being fifty-four…her legs stayed smooth longer. Thank heavens. She had enough to worry about, under scrutiny herself for the first time in her life. Was this how the guys she photographed felt?
No, of course not .
They were all young and stunning and didn’t have to worry about their imperfections in the glaring light of day. Neither did she, usually. But every inch of her skin came to blazing life under his lips, and by the time he kissed his way down one leg and up the other, she laced her fingers in his magnificent head of white hair and dragged him toward her pussy , desire burning through her.
“Please…please…please,” she chanted, desperation arching her hips.
He wrapped his arms around her hips, lifting her, and buried his face in her sopping cunt. She groaned and rocked against him, shivering and whimpering. The sun’s warmth had nothing on the heat of the mouth he closed on her clit, sucking hard.
Nothing in life had prepared her for the passion this man from her past brought out in her. Young, he’d drawn her like a moth to the flame but, under the mature man’s spell, she plunged in, careless of damage to her wings, bursting into flame and shrieking her pleasure, careless of the echoes off the canyon walls.
He moaned against her and when she tugged at his hair, he lifted his head, showing her his lips wet with her juices. Val feasted, worshiping her cunt, darting his tongue inside. When he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, her ass rose off the sleeping bag and the world around her exploded behind her eyes in a blaze of dancing lights.
“Stop, I already, I—”
“I know you did, baby, but I can never get enough. I want to make you come again and again.”
Her passion-soaked brain agreed, but the teensy edge still coherent offered something more. “Sixty-nine.”
His eyes widened. “I love that idea.” Val rose from
“I thought I’d put you behind me.” He stroked a lock of wet hair off her forehead, pressing his lips where it had been. “But I dreamed about you.” He kissed each of her eyebrows and rose a little again to continue his exploration. “At the end of every summer.” And he couldn’t believe she was here, real. Tracing the curve of her cheek, the lines of her throat, he followed his fingers with his lips, tasting the cool water droplets clinging to her. For now, it was warm enough on the beach to be naked in the sunshine.
“Did you?”
Her hands lay at her sides as he pressed kisses over her chest. Her small breasts pointed toward the sky where a passing cloud blocked out the sun, shadowing them for a moment before traveling on. Pale, tipped with sharp raspberry-colored nipples, they drew his mouth like a magnet and he paused in his explorations to devote a moment to tasting them. As sweet as berries, hard under his questing tongue. Her heart thudded under his lips and, lifting his head, smiled at her.
“I still do.” Toying with her breasts, he blew a breath and circled one nipple with the tip of his tongue, then the other, enjoying her hard breathing. “When I saw you yesterday, I thought it was another dream.”
“Maybe it is,” she murmured, her eyes flicking closed. “How can it be real?”
“If it is, I never want to wake up.”
Chapter Five
A dream.
Maybe so.
When his mouth withdrew from her breasts and the breeze chilled their damp tips, Michaela opened her eyes and focused on the top of his head. He touched her, working his way down her torso and then, as her pussy flooded in anticipation, skipping her cunt and tracing his way down her legs.
Another advantage to being fifty-four…her legs stayed smooth longer. Thank heavens. She had enough to worry about, under scrutiny herself for the first time in her life. Was this how the guys she photographed felt?
No, of course not .
They were all young and stunning and didn’t have to worry about their imperfections in the glaring light of day. Neither did she, usually. But every inch of her skin came to blazing life under his lips, and by the time he kissed his way down one leg and up the other, she laced her fingers in his magnificent head of white hair and dragged him toward her pussy , desire burning through her.
“Please…please…please,” she chanted, desperation arching her hips.
He wrapped his arms around her hips, lifting her, and buried his face in her sopping cunt. She groaned and rocked against him, shivering and whimpering. The sun’s warmth had nothing on the heat of the mouth he closed on her clit, sucking hard.
Nothing in life had prepared her for the passion this man from her past brought out in her. Young, he’d drawn her like a moth to the flame but, under the mature man’s spell, she plunged in, careless of damage to her wings, bursting into flame and shrieking her pleasure, careless of the echoes off the canyon walls.
He moaned against her and when she tugged at his hair, he lifted his head, showing her his lips wet with her juices. Val feasted, worshiping her cunt, darting his tongue inside. When he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, her ass rose off the sleeping bag and the world around her exploded behind her eyes in a blaze of dancing lights.
“Stop, I already, I—”
“I know you did, baby, but I can never get enough. I want to make you come again and again.”
Her passion-soaked brain agreed, but the teensy edge still coherent offered something more. “Sixty-nine.”
His eyes widened. “I love that idea.” Val rose from
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