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meetings, just the sweet smell of…
Blush…the smell of her body surrounded him and Marc’s eyes flew open.
Bright sunlight poured in and he stared at the unfamiliar room as memories from the past night flooded his mind.
A smile spread across his face, one so wide it was a surprise his face didn’t crack from it.
Damn it. He had spent the night with Blush.
He had spent the night making love to Blush, fucking Blush, sleeping in her bed.
Rolling over, he reached out for her—and encountered an empty bed.
His hand closed into a fist and he sighed.
Yes. He had spent the night with her, but there had been no declarations of love from her. Why should he have expected to wake up with her?
Licking his lips, he found her taste still on them.
And a bad case of morning breath, no doubt. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, padding over to the bathroom he had used the night before. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind him stealing her toothbrush for a few minutes.
Ten minutes later, freshly showered and teeth brushed, he snagged his jeans from the floor and tugged them on before jogging soundlessly down the stairs. He could hear Blush on the phone now, murmuring softly, her voice rising and falling. He rounded the corner and stood waiting in the door for her to notice him.
When she did, the slow rush of blood to her cheeks charmed him, just as much now as it always had. Damn it, would he ever not adore her? Not likely. Her fingers twisted nervously in the cord of the glossy white phone as she met his eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
She had pulled on a robe. It was glossy white, like her kitchen, and almost sheer enough so that he could see the shadow of her nipples through it. As he watched, they stiffened and peaked, pressing tantalizingly against the silky fabric. He pushed away from the doorjamb, his eyes darkening with intent hunger.
Catching her around the waist, he took the phone and said into it gruffly, “Blush is preoccupied. She’ll have to talk to you later.” And hung it up.
Then he boosted her ass onto the island and caught one of those teasing nipples in his mouth, groaning hungrily. Reaching for the tie at her waist, he opened the robe and pulled her to the edge, tearing at the buttons of his jeans with his other hand. “Fuck you now,” he grunted as his cock sprang free. A glistening tear of pre-come glimmered on the end, hanging there for a second before dripping down the underside of his pulsating length.
“I wanted you in bed with me when I woke up,” he rasped, covering her mouth and pushing his tongue inside. He was so starved for her taste, so hungry.
A weak “sorry” fell from her lips when he let her mouth go to kiss a line down her neck as he pushed her thighs open, stroking her clit with the head of his cock before bending his knees, angling his hips and driving inside her.
The moment the hot, wet clasp of her pussy closed around his naked cock, he swore heatedly, shakily, but before he could even think about pulling out, she whispered, “Sweet heaven, Marc…that feels…amazing…” as she slid her thighs up and locked her ankles around his hips, just above his ass.
“Blush, damn it, baby, I’m not wearing a rubber,” he muttered, sweat beading his forehead. His cock pulsed and throbbed in the snug embrace of her cleft and he wanted to howl at the thought of pulling out and leaving this sweet haven.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “I’ve never been with a man without one,” she whispered huskily. “And…it’s the wrong time of the month for anything to happen. We should be okay.”
“Medically speaking,” he panted, looming over her, “that shouldn’t mean a damned thing. But hell—I’ve never felt anything this good in my life. And I haven’t fucked a woman without protection since my first time. I wouldn’t ever let anything bad happen to you, Blush.”
Skimming his hands over her thighs, he unhooked them,
Blush…the smell of her body surrounded him and Marc’s eyes flew open.
Bright sunlight poured in and he stared at the unfamiliar room as memories from the past night flooded his mind.
A smile spread across his face, one so wide it was a surprise his face didn’t crack from it.
Damn it. He had spent the night with Blush.
He had spent the night making love to Blush, fucking Blush, sleeping in her bed.
Rolling over, he reached out for her—and encountered an empty bed.
His hand closed into a fist and he sighed.
Yes. He had spent the night with her, but there had been no declarations of love from her. Why should he have expected to wake up with her?
Licking his lips, he found her taste still on them.
And a bad case of morning breath, no doubt. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, padding over to the bathroom he had used the night before. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind him stealing her toothbrush for a few minutes.
Ten minutes later, freshly showered and teeth brushed, he snagged his jeans from the floor and tugged them on before jogging soundlessly down the stairs. He could hear Blush on the phone now, murmuring softly, her voice rising and falling. He rounded the corner and stood waiting in the door for her to notice him.
When she did, the slow rush of blood to her cheeks charmed him, just as much now as it always had. Damn it, would he ever not adore her? Not likely. Her fingers twisted nervously in the cord of the glossy white phone as she met his eyes, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
She had pulled on a robe. It was glossy white, like her kitchen, and almost sheer enough so that he could see the shadow of her nipples through it. As he watched, they stiffened and peaked, pressing tantalizingly against the silky fabric. He pushed away from the doorjamb, his eyes darkening with intent hunger.
Catching her around the waist, he took the phone and said into it gruffly, “Blush is preoccupied. She’ll have to talk to you later.” And hung it up.
Then he boosted her ass onto the island and caught one of those teasing nipples in his mouth, groaning hungrily. Reaching for the tie at her waist, he opened the robe and pulled her to the edge, tearing at the buttons of his jeans with his other hand. “Fuck you now,” he grunted as his cock sprang free. A glistening tear of pre-come glimmered on the end, hanging there for a second before dripping down the underside of his pulsating length.
“I wanted you in bed with me when I woke up,” he rasped, covering her mouth and pushing his tongue inside. He was so starved for her taste, so hungry.
A weak “sorry” fell from her lips when he let her mouth go to kiss a line down her neck as he pushed her thighs open, stroking her clit with the head of his cock before bending his knees, angling his hips and driving inside her.
The moment the hot, wet clasp of her pussy closed around his naked cock, he swore heatedly, shakily, but before he could even think about pulling out, she whispered, “Sweet heaven, Marc…that feels…amazing…” as she slid her thighs up and locked her ankles around his hips, just above his ass.
“Blush, damn it, baby, I’m not wearing a rubber,” he muttered, sweat beading his forehead. His cock pulsed and throbbed in the snug embrace of her cleft and he wanted to howl at the thought of pulling out and leaving this sweet haven.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “I’ve never been with a man without one,” she whispered huskily. “And…it’s the wrong time of the month for anything to happen. We should be okay.”
“Medically speaking,” he panted, looming over her, “that shouldn’t mean a damned thing. But hell—I’ve never felt anything this good in my life. And I haven’t fucked a woman without protection since my first time. I wouldn’t ever let anything bad happen to you, Blush.”
Skimming his hands over her thighs, he unhooked them,
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