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rose.
She fought it.
This was a battle of the wills. They both knew it. She would not be the one to break—
Oh, fuck it.
She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek, and then, because she couldn’t resist, pulled him close. He made a noise, something like a growl, and complied. And God…
A glorious sensation welled in her breast and he tipped his head and took her mouth more fully, pressing his tongue in and dancing it against hers. Her fingers curled, instinctively, around his ears and she held him there.
And then, suddenly, everything changed. The mood shifted from a slow, easy sampling to a raging thunderstorm, the way a flash flood annihilates a lone pine in sandy soil. It took her, swept her away in a flurry of passion, and suddenly she was sucked under, breathless, drowning.
He was her only salvation. That and, apparently, removing his shirt. She tore at it with numb fingers, popping off the buttons and yanking it away from the skin she had to touch, needed to taste. She raked him with her attention, her lips, her teeth, reveling in the feel of his hard chest, his collarbone, his neck.
He was not unaffected either. He reared back and stared at her, his eyes red, his nostrils flared. “God,” he clipped, and then he fumbled with her shirt as well. She had no buttons to lose so he ripped it off and tossed it over his shoulder. Her bra gave him too much trouble so he yanked the straps down far enough to free her breasts and then left it there, around her waist.
The sight of her breasts seemed to poleaxe him, but not for long. He flicked a look at her and snarled, “You are so fucking hot.”
In response, she leaned up and nipped at his chin, because seriously, that goddamn beard was driving her wild. “Don’t you ever shave?”
For some reason, he ignored the question. But then, she didn’t care, because he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth and her brain went on hiatus. Oh, there was enough awareness left in there to register the scorching pleasure, thank God, but little else.
Something about him made her lose her mind. Slough off all civility. She became feral with him. Feral with need.
It was surreal to be here with him again, like this, after so many years. Surreal and probably stupid, but she didn’t care. She wanted him. Desperately.
As though she’d saved up all the need and hunger and loneliness of the past ten years just for this moment. Just for this chance. Just to feel full again.
How she’d missed it, body and soul.
Like wild animals, they consumed each other, creating carnage and agony wherever they touched. But there was a coming bliss, a balm that would wash away all the pain and make it all worthwhile. The both knew it, felt it, craved it.
When he unzipped her jeans, she wailed, because he wasn’t doing it fast enough. She quickly wriggled free of the restriction and reached for his zipper. She found his cock. Hard, full and long.
“Jesus,” she breathed.
He groaned as well, because she gave him a squeeze. She had to. Her need was too great, the temptation too strong.
“Careful,” he huffed, rolling to the side and divesting himself of his pants.
“Mmm?”
His chuckle held a tinge of panic. “Don’t want to unman me yet, darlin’.”
“Oh, I’ll unman you, Hot Rod,” she snapped, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching into him and urging him to take what she offered.
But he didn’t.
She nearly smacked him.
Instead he reached down and touched her there, through her damp panties. The pressure of his knuckle against her swollen, aching clit was magnificent torment. She made a noise, some animalistic howl, and he laughed. “You’re hot,” he said.
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet.”
She glared at him.
He hooked his thumbs in her underwear and pulled them down and then, to her horror, he kissed his way down her belly. She knew where he was going and it thrilled her beyond words, but she couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t—
He
She fought it.
This was a battle of the wills. They both knew it. She would not be the one to break—
Oh, fuck it.
She lifted her hand and cupped his cheek, and then, because she couldn’t resist, pulled him close. He made a noise, something like a growl, and complied. And God…
A glorious sensation welled in her breast and he tipped his head and took her mouth more fully, pressing his tongue in and dancing it against hers. Her fingers curled, instinctively, around his ears and she held him there.
And then, suddenly, everything changed. The mood shifted from a slow, easy sampling to a raging thunderstorm, the way a flash flood annihilates a lone pine in sandy soil. It took her, swept her away in a flurry of passion, and suddenly she was sucked under, breathless, drowning.
He was her only salvation. That and, apparently, removing his shirt. She tore at it with numb fingers, popping off the buttons and yanking it away from the skin she had to touch, needed to taste. She raked him with her attention, her lips, her teeth, reveling in the feel of his hard chest, his collarbone, his neck.
He was not unaffected either. He reared back and stared at her, his eyes red, his nostrils flared. “God,” he clipped, and then he fumbled with her shirt as well. She had no buttons to lose so he ripped it off and tossed it over his shoulder. Her bra gave him too much trouble so he yanked the straps down far enough to free her breasts and then left it there, around her waist.
The sight of her breasts seemed to poleaxe him, but not for long. He flicked a look at her and snarled, “You are so fucking hot.”
In response, she leaned up and nipped at his chin, because seriously, that goddamn beard was driving her wild. “Don’t you ever shave?”
For some reason, he ignored the question. But then, she didn’t care, because he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth and her brain went on hiatus. Oh, there was enough awareness left in there to register the scorching pleasure, thank God, but little else.
Something about him made her lose her mind. Slough off all civility. She became feral with him. Feral with need.
It was surreal to be here with him again, like this, after so many years. Surreal and probably stupid, but she didn’t care. She wanted him. Desperately.
As though she’d saved up all the need and hunger and loneliness of the past ten years just for this moment. Just for this chance. Just to feel full again.
How she’d missed it, body and soul.
Like wild animals, they consumed each other, creating carnage and agony wherever they touched. But there was a coming bliss, a balm that would wash away all the pain and make it all worthwhile. The both knew it, felt it, craved it.
When he unzipped her jeans, she wailed, because he wasn’t doing it fast enough. She quickly wriggled free of the restriction and reached for his zipper. She found his cock. Hard, full and long.
“Jesus,” she breathed.
He groaned as well, because she gave him a squeeze. She had to. Her need was too great, the temptation too strong.
“Careful,” he huffed, rolling to the side and divesting himself of his pants.
“Mmm?”
His chuckle held a tinge of panic. “Don’t want to unman me yet, darlin’.”
“Oh, I’ll unman you, Hot Rod,” she snapped, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching into him and urging him to take what she offered.
But he didn’t.
She nearly smacked him.
Instead he reached down and touched her there, through her damp panties. The pressure of his knuckle against her swollen, aching clit was magnificent torment. She made a noise, some animalistic howl, and he laughed. “You’re hot,” he said.
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet.”
She glared at him.
He hooked his thumbs in her underwear and pulled them down and then, to her horror, he kissed his way down her belly. She knew where he was going and it thrilled her beyond words, but she couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t—
He
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