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against her chest.
Her unconscious impulse was to pull him away when she stiffened, but Nash kept a firm grip on her hair. “Don’t. Don’t ever hide from me, Calla.”
Her shoulders sagged and as he let her hair go, and her head lifted, she glanced down at him, his face nestled at her chest. The stark contrast of pale skin and his dark hair made her stomach clench, her heart twist and shudder.
Then he took his first swipe of her tight nipple, making her forget everything but the heat of his tongue, the white-hot need settling between her legs.
Nash cupped her breast, rolling his thumb over her peaked nipple, chasing that thumb with his mouth until her hips bucked upward at the raw, achy pleasure he was evoking.
Calla’s hands went to his head again, keeping him close, savoring the scent of his arousal, the hard press of his body against hers.
Splaying his hand over her belly, he gave her a gentle nudge, pushing her to her back and spreading her legs wide. He hooked her knees over his broad shoulders, dropping kisses along her inner thighs, making her squirm with anticipation.
Her mouth was dry, her senses keen when he spread her wet flesh and took his first stroke to her clit. Her hips bounced upward in response to the wicked feel of his tongue on the most intimate part of her body, her chest went tight as she gripped the comforter with hard fists.
Nash hummed approval against her, stroking, licking, tasting before sliding a finger deeply within her, thrusting, pushing against her body.
Her pulse raced as hot flames licked at her veins, a swirling vortex of desperate need building until Calla thought her eyes would roll to the back of her head.
She almost came, the pleasure was so deep, but he withdrew, sensing the tightening of her body, making her cry out when he removed his finger, soothing her with his hands as he ran them over her thighs.
Her body shuddered, trembled with a need so sharp, she wanted to scream at him to finish her off, make her come until she was wrung dry, but Nash was determined to keep her on that ledge.
Nash began to stoke her throbbing clit again in long, slow swipes, slipping his hand beneath her ass and pressing his mouth flush to her.
Flashes of brilliant color flitted behind her eyelids, her thighs clenched and tightened when she reared up against the silky press of his lips, suspended for a moment before she nosedived into her orgasm.
Shivers of delight coursed through her body as she thrust against Nash’s mouth, rode his tongue, dug her heels into his strong back, rocking against him.
Her breath exploded with a gasp, a hissing attempt to pull air into her lungs while her hips fell back to the bed and she struggled to regain balance while the world tilted sideways.
Nash slid up her body, letting it graze every part of her flesh, damp from sweat. He covered her frame with his, and sunk into her. Their bodies touched at every point, their breathing mingled, their skin rubbed with delicious friction.
Slipping a hand between them, she reached for his cock, thick, rock-hard, and wrapped her hand around it. Her first stroke made him buck forward into the cavern of her hand, hiss a groan of pleasure, but then he was brushing her away.
Cradling her face with his hands, he murmured against her lips, “I’ll never last, honey. I’ve waited a long time for this. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Calla’s heart fisted and shuddered with pleasure. Without a word, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together in agreement.
Wrapping his elbow at the bend of her knee, he lifted her leg high and poised at her entrance.
Her hips bucked in response as she writhed beneath him, luxuriating in his raw strength, loving the feel of his heavy weight on top of her.
And then he was thrusting upward, stretching her, filling her, his shaft hot and pulsing. Calla cried out, gripping his shoulders with her hands and raising the lower half of her body until Nash was
Her unconscious impulse was to pull him away when she stiffened, but Nash kept a firm grip on her hair. “Don’t. Don’t ever hide from me, Calla.”
Her shoulders sagged and as he let her hair go, and her head lifted, she glanced down at him, his face nestled at her chest. The stark contrast of pale skin and his dark hair made her stomach clench, her heart twist and shudder.
Then he took his first swipe of her tight nipple, making her forget everything but the heat of his tongue, the white-hot need settling between her legs.
Nash cupped her breast, rolling his thumb over her peaked nipple, chasing that thumb with his mouth until her hips bucked upward at the raw, achy pleasure he was evoking.
Calla’s hands went to his head again, keeping him close, savoring the scent of his arousal, the hard press of his body against hers.
Splaying his hand over her belly, he gave her a gentle nudge, pushing her to her back and spreading her legs wide. He hooked her knees over his broad shoulders, dropping kisses along her inner thighs, making her squirm with anticipation.
Her mouth was dry, her senses keen when he spread her wet flesh and took his first stroke to her clit. Her hips bounced upward in response to the wicked feel of his tongue on the most intimate part of her body, her chest went tight as she gripped the comforter with hard fists.
Nash hummed approval against her, stroking, licking, tasting before sliding a finger deeply within her, thrusting, pushing against her body.
Her pulse raced as hot flames licked at her veins, a swirling vortex of desperate need building until Calla thought her eyes would roll to the back of her head.
She almost came, the pleasure was so deep, but he withdrew, sensing the tightening of her body, making her cry out when he removed his finger, soothing her with his hands as he ran them over her thighs.
Her body shuddered, trembled with a need so sharp, she wanted to scream at him to finish her off, make her come until she was wrung dry, but Nash was determined to keep her on that ledge.
Nash began to stoke her throbbing clit again in long, slow swipes, slipping his hand beneath her ass and pressing his mouth flush to her.
Flashes of brilliant color flitted behind her eyelids, her thighs clenched and tightened when she reared up against the silky press of his lips, suspended for a moment before she nosedived into her orgasm.
Shivers of delight coursed through her body as she thrust against Nash’s mouth, rode his tongue, dug her heels into his strong back, rocking against him.
Her breath exploded with a gasp, a hissing attempt to pull air into her lungs while her hips fell back to the bed and she struggled to regain balance while the world tilted sideways.
Nash slid up her body, letting it graze every part of her flesh, damp from sweat. He covered her frame with his, and sunk into her. Their bodies touched at every point, their breathing mingled, their skin rubbed with delicious friction.
Slipping a hand between them, she reached for his cock, thick, rock-hard, and wrapped her hand around it. Her first stroke made him buck forward into the cavern of her hand, hiss a groan of pleasure, but then he was brushing her away.
Cradling her face with his hands, he murmured against her lips, “I’ll never last, honey. I’ve waited a long time for this. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Calla’s heart fisted and shuddered with pleasure. Without a word, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together in agreement.
Wrapping his elbow at the bend of her knee, he lifted her leg high and poised at her entrance.
Her hips bucked in response as she writhed beneath him, luxuriating in his raw strength, loving the feel of his heavy weight on top of her.
And then he was thrusting upward, stretching her, filling her, his shaft hot and pulsing. Calla cried out, gripping his shoulders with her hands and raising the lower half of her body until Nash was
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