Page 53 of Preying Game

“Had you done that before?”

“No.”

“But you let me.”

“You made me feel alive for the first time in months.”

When she reached to press her hand against the bulge at the front of his jeans, he drew in a quick breath.

Feeling bold, she undid his belt buckle and the button at the waistband before lowering the zipper and thrusting her hand into his shorts so that she was touching him intimately.

He felt full and hot and very large.

“That’s going to fit inside me?” she heard herself ask.

“Yes, but we don’t have to do everything tonight.”

“I want to do everything. It’s my reward for surviving.”

He seemed to stop breathing as he watched her pull down her panties and toss them onto the floor.

He did the same with his jeans and shorts. Before she could get a good look at him, he pulled her into his arms, his hot flesh molding to hers.

She pressed against his penis, loving the way it teased her throbbing center.

He kept her in a tight embrace, clasping her bottom, stroking her back.

She couldn’t stop herself from moving against him, rocking against his hard shaft.

“I think it’s time.”

He rolled away, and she saw him open one of the packets she had put on the night table.

When he came back to her, she tensed, thinking he was going to thrust himself inside her right away. Instead, he played with her breasts again, then slid himself against her the way he had done with his hand, giving her long, sensual strokes.

She threw back her head, absorbing the sensations, helpless to do anything but quicken to the exquisite friction.

She felt herself driving for climax, knowing she was close. She needed only a few more strokes before she tumbled over the edge and flew off into the clouds. And as her orgasm began to fade, she felt him lift her hips and change the angle as he drove into her.

There was a moment of pain, but only a moment. Then he was moving urgently inside her, pushing for his own satisfaction, his hips rising and falling.

He cried out, breathing hard, shuddering as he came down on top of her.

She kissed his cheek, stroked her hands over his sweat-slick back.

When he rolled to his side, he took her with him.

She snuggled against his chest, marveling at how well he had planned that. He had given her the ultimate pleasure before ever taking his own.

Thank you, she said.

Are you okay?

Yes, that was wonderful. And there’s no way to lie mind to mind.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, switching to speech again, and she smiled at the way they could change the way they talked to each other.

“Only a little. You did it just right”

He fumbled with the condom, crumpled it into a tissue and threw it on the floor before taking her back into his arms.

She cuddled against him and whispered, “I thought I was going to die in that hunt, and you charged in on a white horse. No a ‘55 Chevy.”

“Because you called out to me.”

“Without much hope.”

“That makes it even more remarkable.”

“More like desperate.”

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