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gently.
"Hold on," Jay cautioned. "Not here. You're
going too fast."
"I know," she murmured, "I'm burning up." She
nuzzled against his beard, rubbing it first with her cheek, then
her shoulder. Moaning softly, she captured his face turning his
mouth to hers. Between each intoxicating kiss, she gasped for
air.
"This is so strange," she whispered, her
breath teasing against his ear, "but I need you." Her voice was
husky, strangled with tears. "Now!"
Pulling her to her feet, he led Sabrina into
the next room, to his unmade bed with its inviting, cool
sheets.
"First, let's take care of these," he said,
brushing his lips against her neck. Reaching for her waistband, he
tugged her against him and slid the zipper down its track. He
caressed her satiny hips, pushing her jeans to the floor.
Sabrina stepped out of them, wearing only her
panties and a pair of white crew socks. Undoubtedly, she was the
most exquisite woman Jay had ever seen, much less touched.
She stepped into his embrace and he
concentrated on kissing her, caressing her silky back. Sabrina
deftly unsnapped buttons and his jeans followed hers to the floor.
Her fingers slid beneath the band of his boxers. "These too," she
murmured against his chest.
Within moments, they were wrapped in each
other's arms and rolling on the bed. Sabrina felt charged,
electricity sparking from her fingers as she caressed his body. She
luxuriated in the taste of him as her silky, agile tongue danced
across his skin. She whispered in his ear, words outrageously
exciting and sensual.
The roughness of his worker's hands lightly
teased her nipples to aching hardness. Every inch of her skin
tingled as he stroked her belly, her thighs, the small of her back,
the inside of her elbows.
His skin next to hers seared, and she could
not touch him enough. The soft, dark hair on his chest tickled her
fingers marvelously, and she thrilled at the solid, flat planes of
his back. His lips touched a nipple, tenderly at first, then
insatiably. He suckled with a delicate strength that made her gasp
and bow her back.
With her legs wrapped around him, sliding and
shifting under him, she bucked restlessly and begged for release.
It was tearing her apart, this throbbing need that only he could
satisfy.
When he slid his fingers between her legs, he
found her swollen and damp. "Ahh, Sabrina," he groaned and kissed
her again.
He trembled, his eyes closed as if in prayer,
when Sabrina slipped her hand around him, holding and exploring him
with audacious curiosity. She could wait no longer. She fitted him
between her thighs.
Lowering his lips into to the fragrant hollow
of her neck, he drove into her with measured force. He grasped her
wrists and pulled them above her head. With her pinned and him
sliding in and out with a steady rhythm, he noticed that he hadn't
removed her panties. The friction of the lacy band drove him wild,
and his control slipped.
Sabrina wanted to claw at him, yank his hair,
and scream her need. With every thrust, she felt his wildness and
despaired that she would find release in time. Then, as he closed
his mouth on her breast, it happened. He buried himself inside her,
hard and hot, thick and smooth, and she spiraled over the edge. He
liberated her hands and held her close, urging her, and it was
stronger and sweeter than anything she experienced before.
As she fluttered downward, her body spent and
weak, he tensed. Then, with a rough cry of fulfillment, he
collapsed against her. She could feel him tremble as he rolled
over. She pillowed her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
* * *
It was dark and Sabrina was afraid to move.
She was curled against Jay, his arm possessively tossed over her
hips. His breathing was deep, his chest rising and falling in a
steady rhythm. She eased herself away, slowly sliding toward the
edge of the bed. When she made it, she stood in the moonlight and
watched him sleep.
As she shivered in the night air, doubt and
remorse clouded her
"Hold on," Jay cautioned. "Not here. You're
going too fast."
"I know," she murmured, "I'm burning up." She
nuzzled against his beard, rubbing it first with her cheek, then
her shoulder. Moaning softly, she captured his face turning his
mouth to hers. Between each intoxicating kiss, she gasped for
air.
"This is so strange," she whispered, her
breath teasing against his ear, "but I need you." Her voice was
husky, strangled with tears. "Now!"
Pulling her to her feet, he led Sabrina into
the next room, to his unmade bed with its inviting, cool
sheets.
"First, let's take care of these," he said,
brushing his lips against her neck. Reaching for her waistband, he
tugged her against him and slid the zipper down its track. He
caressed her satiny hips, pushing her jeans to the floor.
Sabrina stepped out of them, wearing only her
panties and a pair of white crew socks. Undoubtedly, she was the
most exquisite woman Jay had ever seen, much less touched.
She stepped into his embrace and he
concentrated on kissing her, caressing her silky back. Sabrina
deftly unsnapped buttons and his jeans followed hers to the floor.
Her fingers slid beneath the band of his boxers. "These too," she
murmured against his chest.
Within moments, they were wrapped in each
other's arms and rolling on the bed. Sabrina felt charged,
electricity sparking from her fingers as she caressed his body. She
luxuriated in the taste of him as her silky, agile tongue danced
across his skin. She whispered in his ear, words outrageously
exciting and sensual.
The roughness of his worker's hands lightly
teased her nipples to aching hardness. Every inch of her skin
tingled as he stroked her belly, her thighs, the small of her back,
the inside of her elbows.
His skin next to hers seared, and she could
not touch him enough. The soft, dark hair on his chest tickled her
fingers marvelously, and she thrilled at the solid, flat planes of
his back. His lips touched a nipple, tenderly at first, then
insatiably. He suckled with a delicate strength that made her gasp
and bow her back.
With her legs wrapped around him, sliding and
shifting under him, she bucked restlessly and begged for release.
It was tearing her apart, this throbbing need that only he could
satisfy.
When he slid his fingers between her legs, he
found her swollen and damp. "Ahh, Sabrina," he groaned and kissed
her again.
He trembled, his eyes closed as if in prayer,
when Sabrina slipped her hand around him, holding and exploring him
with audacious curiosity. She could wait no longer. She fitted him
between her thighs.
Lowering his lips into to the fragrant hollow
of her neck, he drove into her with measured force. He grasped her
wrists and pulled them above her head. With her pinned and him
sliding in and out with a steady rhythm, he noticed that he hadn't
removed her panties. The friction of the lacy band drove him wild,
and his control slipped.
Sabrina wanted to claw at him, yank his hair,
and scream her need. With every thrust, she felt his wildness and
despaired that she would find release in time. Then, as he closed
his mouth on her breast, it happened. He buried himself inside her,
hard and hot, thick and smooth, and she spiraled over the edge. He
liberated her hands and held her close, urging her, and it was
stronger and sweeter than anything she experienced before.
As she fluttered downward, her body spent and
weak, he tensed. Then, with a rough cry of fulfillment, he
collapsed against her. She could feel him tremble as he rolled
over. She pillowed her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
* * *
It was dark and Sabrina was afraid to move.
She was curled against Jay, his arm possessively tossed over her
hips. His breathing was deep, his chest rising and falling in a
steady rhythm. She eased herself away, slowly sliding toward the
edge of the bed. When she made it, she stood in the moonlight and
watched him sleep.
As she shivered in the night air, doubt and
remorse clouded her
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