Page 127 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

I push her dress up her thighs to her waist, then bend and lift her, wrapping her legs around me, the same way I did during the bungee jump. She gasps, clamping around me and stifling a squeal, and I chuckle as I press her up against the glass. She lowers her head until our lips are almost touching, but doesn’t kiss me, waiting as I slowly lower her down onto me. I feel the tip of my erection slide through her folds, then stop at her entrance; I penetrate her, just a little; and then, as I carefully lower her, she slides all the way down my shaft, impaling herself on me.

“Oh my God.” She drops her head back on the glass, her jaw dropping in a soundless gasp.

I rest my forehead on her shoulder, not moving for a moment as I revel in the feel of being fully inside her. She’s hot and wet and swollen, and so fucking amazing I could easily come with just a few thrusts.

I grit my teeth, though, determined to last more than a couple of seconds, and start to move. With the window for support and my hands tucked beneath her, it’s easy to hold her there, and although I can’t withdraw fully and tease her entrance the way I’ve done before, I’m grinding against her with each thrust, and that seems to be doing the job to arouse her.

“Linc,” she whispers, crushing her lips to mine as I thrust hard inside her. She speaks in a whisper between our kisses. “You feel amazing…” and, “Ahhh… I can feel you all the way up…” and, “Oh my God, Linc… don’t stop… you’re driving me crazy…”

I have no intention of stopping until I’ve driven us both over the edge, and I hold on as best as I can, watching for the signs of her orgasm, which are only seconds away. She frowns, bites her lip, holds her breath for a moment, and then her lips part with a silent fuck and I feel her begin to tense around me.

I increase my pace, allowing my body to let go, and thrust her all the way through her orgasm, while my own climax gradually hits me. Heat rushes up from my balls, and I feel my muscles propelling the fluid up my shaft and out with lots of strong, hard spurts.

I think of it filling the condom—man, there’s a lot of it—is it possible to overfill one? It feels as if it goes on forever, and in my feverishness I imagine it spilling over, coating us both. That would be bad… wouldn’t it? As the fever dies down and the world gradually rights itself, I feel surprised that the notion of filling a girl with my seed and maybe making a baby isn’t as scary as it once was. In fact… I quite like the idea of trying to get her pregnant. There’s something erotic about that, the thought of coming inside her without barriers, as many times as I can…

I blink then and the red mist fades. Wow, that was some orgasm if it prompted thoughts of having kids.

Elora lets her head fall back and moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Mmm, that was nice,” she whispers. “I didn’t make a noise, did I?”

I chuckle, lifting her off the glass. “No, you were silent as a mouse. You did squeak a couple of times, though.”

She giggles, then gasps as I open the sliding doors. “Don’t fall over!”

“Hold my trousers up, then.”

We both laugh as she tightens her legs around my waist, keeping my trousers from falling to my knees, and I carry her in, close and lock the door behind us, and take her through to the bedroom. Still inside her, I climb onto the bed and lower her onto her back, then lie on top of her and thrust a few times, enjoying being inside her.

“How are you still hard?” she asks, half-complaining, half with admiration.

“Skill.” I grin and kiss her again, but finally I have to withdraw. I dispose of the condom, then fall onto my back beside her with a groan. I lift my hand, and she slips hers into it. I widen my fingers, and she laces hers with mine.

“That was fun,” she says. “I like fifty percent.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Seventy-five percent next time.”

“Right. Already planned that.”

She pushes up onto an elbow, eyebrows rising. “Seriously?”

I look up at her. Her blonde hair is a tad wild from the breeze and the lovemaking. Her face and neck still bear the flush that appears when we have sex. Her eyes look dark tonight, a midnight blue, the color of the night sky, and they hold a reflection of the stars from the window. I’ve just had her. How can I want her all over again?

“Yeah,” I say. “So you don’t have to worry.”

“What’s the plan?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“You’re a fibber. You haven’t planned anything. You always make it up as you go along.”

I tuck an arm under my head and give her an amused look. “I’m not telling you.”

She leans on my chest and kisses me. “Go on.”

I laugh. “No. you’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Aw, Linc…”

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