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Authors: Emma Darcy
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of desire for him...so sweet and heady and intoxicating.
“Jared...”
His name bursting needfully from her throat as she quivered, writhed, and he was filled with a wild exultation... Christabel calling for him...her man...the only one to make her feel like this.
“Jared...please...I can’t bear it.... I can’t....”
“Yes, you can,” he soothed, moving to answer her need. “Go with it. Let it happen.”
And he kissed his way up her pulsating body, deftly replacing the caress of his hand with the extension of himself she really craved...the glorious exhilaration of feeling her convulse around him in frantic welcome as he entered, pushing slowly inwards, providing the solidity for her to shatter around.
“Oh...” She arched in ecstasy.
He paused, kissing the highly thrusted peaks of her breasts.
“Oh...oh...” Tremulous waves rolling through her. She suddenly grabbed him, fiercely pulling him upwards. “More...more, Jared.”
He gave her the full length of himself, plunging hard and fast to the inner rim of her womb, and again she arched, loving all he could give, and the blissful, “Oh!” as she felt the completion of his thrust poured a sweet elation through Jared.
He kissed her mouth, passionately reinforcing the intimate link of their bodies. Her arms wrapped around him. Her legs wrapped around him. She clung to him, greedy for every sensation of this deep and mutual possession of each other, hugging him so tightly, he knew she wanted the feeling prolonged forever.
“Jared, this is so incredibly wonderful,” she breathed against his lips.
The joy of her uninhibited heart zinged through his heart, instantly compelling the urge to control his own need while giving her all the pleasure he could. “It will keep coming,” he promised. “Just ride with it now.”
One orgasm—even if it was her first—wasn’t special enough. Wanting her to feel a rolling sequence of them, Jared moved them both into alternating rhythms—fast and slow—reading her response, her need, driving her to each quivering pinnacle, riding the crest of it, sliding to the next one, loving the voluptuous roll of her body as she flowed with him and around him, the little cries of pleasure that burst from her throat, the sheer abandonment of herself to him.
His excitement in giving her this pleasure became so intense, he could not contain it any longer, and the last shred of control left him as he drove towards answering his own urgent need. She was so hot, so welcoming, so deliciously open to him, it was impossible to slow the compelling rush towards climax. Tension gripped his body, stretching it to the inevitable burst of sweet violent spasms, and again she wrapped herself around him, revelling in the gift of himself, and she was kissing him, caressing him, loving him, and for Jared it was the most perfect moment of his life.
“You truly are the pleasure King,” she murmured in husky wonderment, still pressing soft little kisses on his face. “You truly are.”
The title bemused him. “Is that how you think of me?”
“It’s in your eyes, the way you touch...even that very first night you came to the markets, you took pleasure in running your fingers over my jewellery display, and when you looked at me...” She sighed, her warm breath feathering his cheek.
“Looking at you gave me pleasure, Christabel, and I want more of it now, looking at you lying on my bed where I’ve wanted you a thousand times. And that’s where I’m taking you right this minute.”
She gave a gurgle of delighted laughter as he scooped her up and held her cradled across his chest, his legs purposefully striding down the veranda to the French doors that led into his bedroom. It was coming out right, he thought triumphantly. Christabel hung her arms around his neck and nestled her head on his shoulder, wanting what he wanted.
“The rain has stopped,” she observed in surprise.
“So it has,” he agreed carelessly.
“A storm to
“Jared...”
His name bursting needfully from her throat as she quivered, writhed, and he was filled with a wild exultation... Christabel calling for him...her man...the only one to make her feel like this.
“Jared...please...I can’t bear it.... I can’t....”
“Yes, you can,” he soothed, moving to answer her need. “Go with it. Let it happen.”
And he kissed his way up her pulsating body, deftly replacing the caress of his hand with the extension of himself she really craved...the glorious exhilaration of feeling her convulse around him in frantic welcome as he entered, pushing slowly inwards, providing the solidity for her to shatter around.
“Oh...” She arched in ecstasy.
He paused, kissing the highly thrusted peaks of her breasts.
“Oh...oh...” Tremulous waves rolling through her. She suddenly grabbed him, fiercely pulling him upwards. “More...more, Jared.”
He gave her the full length of himself, plunging hard and fast to the inner rim of her womb, and again she arched, loving all he could give, and the blissful, “Oh!” as she felt the completion of his thrust poured a sweet elation through Jared.
He kissed her mouth, passionately reinforcing the intimate link of their bodies. Her arms wrapped around him. Her legs wrapped around him. She clung to him, greedy for every sensation of this deep and mutual possession of each other, hugging him so tightly, he knew she wanted the feeling prolonged forever.
“Jared, this is so incredibly wonderful,” she breathed against his lips.
The joy of her uninhibited heart zinged through his heart, instantly compelling the urge to control his own need while giving her all the pleasure he could. “It will keep coming,” he promised. “Just ride with it now.”
One orgasm—even if it was her first—wasn’t special enough. Wanting her to feel a rolling sequence of them, Jared moved them both into alternating rhythms—fast and slow—reading her response, her need, driving her to each quivering pinnacle, riding the crest of it, sliding to the next one, loving the voluptuous roll of her body as she flowed with him and around him, the little cries of pleasure that burst from her throat, the sheer abandonment of herself to him.
His excitement in giving her this pleasure became so intense, he could not contain it any longer, and the last shred of control left him as he drove towards answering his own urgent need. She was so hot, so welcoming, so deliciously open to him, it was impossible to slow the compelling rush towards climax. Tension gripped his body, stretching it to the inevitable burst of sweet violent spasms, and again she wrapped herself around him, revelling in the gift of himself, and she was kissing him, caressing him, loving him, and for Jared it was the most perfect moment of his life.
“You truly are the pleasure King,” she murmured in husky wonderment, still pressing soft little kisses on his face. “You truly are.”
The title bemused him. “Is that how you think of me?”
“It’s in your eyes, the way you touch...even that very first night you came to the markets, you took pleasure in running your fingers over my jewellery display, and when you looked at me...” She sighed, her warm breath feathering his cheek.
“Looking at you gave me pleasure, Christabel, and I want more of it now, looking at you lying on my bed where I’ve wanted you a thousand times. And that’s where I’m taking you right this minute.”
She gave a gurgle of delighted laughter as he scooped her up and held her cradled across his chest, his legs purposefully striding down the veranda to the French doors that led into his bedroom. It was coming out right, he thought triumphantly. Christabel hung her arms around his neck and nestled her head on his shoulder, wanting what he wanted.
“The rain has stopped,” she observed in surprise.
“So it has,” he agreed carelessly.
“A storm to
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