Page 50 of Passing Ships

I kiss the freckles on her shoulder as my hands find her breasts again, my thumbs brushing at her nipples. My tongue glides down and sucks at the hollow point where her neck meets her collarbone.

She slings her head back to give me better access as she trails her hands up my chest and runs her fingers through the smattering of dark hair.

Shifting my weight, I lower her onto the bench in front of the window and kneel before her. I follow the curve of her breast with one hand, making her shiver with anticipation as I caress her thigh with my other before gently tugging her legs apart.

I bend and kiss her ankle just below the golden strip.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you while you wore these heels since you left,” I say as I slide my tongue up her calf.

She moans and threads her fingers into my hair and pulls me in closer.

I run my stubbled jaw over her inner thigh and watch as goose bumps pepper across her skin.

“Lennon,” she gasps.

“Yes, Legs?” I whisper as I spread her open with two fingers.

Her pussy is glistening with need.

She lets out a sexy little grunt of protest.

“So impatient,” I say as I run my tongue along her warm flesh.

I take my time feasting on her as she writhes and rides my fingers to release. Then, I sit back and watch as she crests the wave of pleasure and lets go. Crying my name.

Standing, I lose my pants and briefs and come back over her. Holding her sleek body against the rough wood of the windowsill, I thrust inside of her.

I feel like a bull in a delicate china shop.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and her hands grasp my shoulders as our bodies collide in a passionate rhythm.

It feels so damn good, and I pick up the pace, going deeper and deeper until her muscles begin to tighten around me and she screams my name.

I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to drive her wild.

She lifts her hips and moves more urgently, seeking the release her body wants.

When her legs tense and she begins to shudder in my arms, I know she’s close again.

“Give me your eyes, Amiya,” I command.

Her head snaps up, and I watch as she loses the battle and shatters around me.

Her cries fill the dark room. Beckoning me to follow as she clenches her muscles around my cock that’s still buried inside her.

“Fuck,” I roar as my release fills her.

I fall forward, my sweaty limbs completely spent. Her arms cradle me, and her fingers stroke down my back as we catch our breath.

After a few moments, I rise onto my elbows and kiss her forehead.

Then, I lift up, taking her with me, and guide her down the hall to her bedroom. I pull back the covers, and we climb into bed.

“That was only two,” she mutters as I tuck her into my side and kiss the tip of her nose.

“The third will have to wait until the morning,” I say.

A sexy smile curls her lips, and her heavy eyes flutter shut.

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