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In one fluid move, he picked her up and switched placed with her, taking her seat and setting her down on his lap with her legs around his shoulders, feeling her cross them to tighten her hold. He pulled a condom out of his boxers and raised it up for her to see. He felt her pull it out of his hand and tear the foil open. She blew into it and then handed it to him. He lifted himself slightly, pulling his shorts down over his hips, exposing himself until he was able to get the condom on after a couple of attempts. He immediately plunged into her, giving her what she wanted. She came within seconds, squeezing his face so tight that he struggled to breathe, but it was worth it to hear that scream and the string of curse words that followed.

Yup, if a woman isn’t screaming, moaning, babbling incoherently, or leaving scratches on your body, you aren’t doing your job.

But hearing Ambra hit him differently, and he almost exploded along with her. He lifted her off him and impaled her midway down on his cock.

“Hold on,” he ordered, and she complied by wrapping her arms around him. He took her mouth as he again surged up the rest of the way into her tight, pulsing heat. He felt her moisture coat his cock and thighs. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling out and plunging back in, lifting both of them slightly up and down with the force of his thrusts.

The feel of her squeezing him and moving her hips in time with his was sending a tingling sensation up and down his back. His breathing was becoming labored as he tried to stop himself from coming too quickly. It felt so damn good to be inside of her, and the feeling of her hard nipples hitting his chest as they moved up and down from the force of their fucking made his balls contract to the point of pain. He wanted to be deeper inside of her and lifted them off the chair to the table, where he pushed the plates out of the way. She lay back, hooking her legs high over his hips, and he lowered himself so they were chest to chest, finding her mouth again.

He swiveled and plunged himself deep inside of her, grunting loudly when she clamped down hard on him, holding him still for a second. He jerked and finally lost it. He raised her leg higher, bending it towards her shoulder, and pounded hard and fast into her pussy. She raised her head off the table and sank her teeth into his shoulder as another orgasm rocked her, triggering his. He shut his eyes tight as his jaw clenched from the intensity of his orgasm. He could feel his body jerking over hers as his ejaculation tried to rival the essence dripping out from her orgasms.

He dropped heavily on top of her as they both tried to catch their breath, tremors racking her body while he continued pumping till there was nothing left. He kissed her sweaty shoulder and then turned to whisper in her ear.

“Now you can eat.”

Chapter 5

Ambra woke up slowly. She could feel the heat of the sun through the windows on her face, and the sunrays were beginning to bleed through the darkness of her closed eyelids. Her heart began to race in excitement as the images from last night flooded her brain, and she became aware of the soreness and stickiness between her legs. She and Michael couldn’t keep their hands off each other the whole night. The desire between the two of them had been burning out of control. Even when they were exhausted and too tired to move from their collapsed positions on the bed, their bodies still found a way to be joined together, and they started the dance all over again. What a night it had been, and now all of it would have to end. She couldn’t go another night like this and walk away from him whole.

Her eyes popped open when she felt the pad of his fingertip trace around her burgeoning nipple. It hardened within seconds, so tight now with need for him to take it in his mouth and suckle on it, his rough tongue running over the sensitive flesh. She wanted to arch up, enticing him to pleasure her.

But she grabbed his hand instead, stopping him.

“What?” he asked huskily before his head dipped low to nibble on her exposed neck and shoulder.

She sighed, loving the little nibbles and sucking. Her legs began to shift restlessly, and with more willpower than she knew she had, she shifted away. She grabbed the blanket that had moved down to her waist while she slept—or it might have had some help, judging from the mischievous sparkle coming from the silver pair of eyes looking down at her.

Her eyes shied away because the man looked like a cool drop of water for a parched throat. His hair was mussed from last night and sleep. His eyes were still sleepy but held heat in them, his lips just as swollen as hers from all the kissing. She didn’t think it was possible to kiss someone for such long periods of time, but she found his kisses irresistible and felt bereft when his lips weren’t melded to hers. The shadow of stubble on his jaw emphasized his dark looks. She wanted to feel that stubble all over her and sucked in her breath, now trying to move away from him, using her bum and legs to begin to shift over on the bed. But then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and before she knew it, he was on top of her, widening her legs further to make room for him. Michael was hard again. He pumped twice against her slick core and gave a low, satisfied chuckle, which she responded to by arching into him.

Her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened.

“Don’t.”

She snapped her mouth shut and arched her eyebrows.

“Don’t try and pull away from me and make excuses,” he said when she was about to start making excuses.

“It’s not excuses, Michael,” she hissed, biting her lip to stop the moan wanting to escape her. Michael was slowly rotating his hips and then thrusting forward; she could feel his head through the sheets.

“Stooop,” she stuttered out. “We need to talk.”

“Fine, talk then, but you will have to do it while I continue to do this.” He punctuated his words with action as he did the swivel motion again and moved his leg under her, drawing the blanket tighter against her wet pussy.

She could now feel the tip even more as it pressed harder against her entrance.

Ambra couldn’t help herself. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, squeezing them with each pass and arch of her body.

“Go ahead, I’m listening,” Micheal said huskily, his voice also carrying a tone of cockiness.

“Bastard. You are not playing fair, and I am being serious here.” The last word came out a little higher because when she moved her hands to his shoulders, the top part of the blanket had lowered, exposing her breasts. He was thrusting hard now, making them bounce and jiggle from side to side, his avid gaze watching them, mesmerized.

He shifted slightly, not slowing his pace, and his big hand cupped her naked breast, almost swallowed by the largeness of it.

“How could you have kept these girls from me, Ambra, hm? Especially this juicy berry, so sweet against my tongue.” He lowered his head and pulled the hard, turgid dark peak into his mouth, sucking hard, just the way she loved it. She could feel her body ready to explode.

“I know you are sore, but I want to take you again right now.”

“Michael.” She sighed and raised her hands to grip his hair, pulling his head away from her. He released her in protest with a slick pop of his mouth.

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