Page 69 of Taking The Virgin

“If memory serves me correctly, I think I’m the one who’s in for a big, fat tip—andmore.”

“Damn,” he says, tossing off his shirt to reveal his powerful torso. “You’re just full of double meanings tonight.”

“I’d like to be full of somethingelse—”

He lunges toward me just as I’m about to drop my bra off the bed. When his lips crush mine, I lift my hands, reveling in the sensory overload: heat, dampness, and wicked wishes.

He slowly kisses me, his tongue working lazy miracles as he strokes mine, his hands cupping my breasts as I finally drop the bra. He massages my tits, and I moan a dirty littlemoan.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says against my mouth. “Somuch.”

My answer is to grip his arms as he plays with my breasts, his thumbs worshipping my nipples, stimulating them to aching peaks. My pussy throbs in a wet rhythm for him, because it’s been so long…so damnedlong…

I already feel a series of pulses circling inside of me, becoming what’s sure to be a rising storm.

“Panties,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I clumsily reach under my skirt and yank my panties down. Already wet. Already needy forhim.

Meanwhile, he’s reaching toward the mattress, and it’s not until he smears cake and frosting over my tits that I realize what he’sdone.

He really is about to have his cake and eat it, too…

When he finishes painting me with the food, he laughs—god, it’s so good to hear him laugh!—and then eases his palms down my waist, my hips, finally bringing his hands under the bare cheeks of my bottom and hauling me up to him. At the same time, I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders to keep me from falling as he bends to suck one of my breasts into his mouth.

He feasts on thecake.

The sounds he makes—hungry and satiated—turn me on until I’m grinding my sex against the top of his thigh. We’re famished for one another, rapacious and greedy. I can hear my juices slide against his trousers, can hear his mouth working at my nipple, cleaning me off and filling himup.

As he switches his attentions to my other breast, I cradle his dark head, still churning against his thigh, the pressure teasing my slippery clit until my thoughts become one big, sugaryblur.

As he strokes between my folds, I lose control, falling back until he catches me in one granite arm, then expertly guides me the rest of the way down to the mattress. His hand is still between my thighs, cupping me there because I’m his and will never be anyone else’s.

“I love you, Juliet,” he whispers.

Then he smiles, the moonlight showing the joy in his darkgaze.

Happiness illuminates me, too, and before I can tell him how much I also love him and have always loved him, he’s rubbing my pussy, flirting his thumb over my clit and driving me insane.

Owen lifts my skirt and goes down on me, he relishes every nip, lick, and bite, lapping me up, voracious and unstoppable.

“Yes,” I whisper as I clutch the bedcover. As the pressure builds inside me, whirring and blending and whining like an overheating motor, I say it again. “Yes…”

I feel him undoing his fly. Blood drums in my head, and I can hear the sound of his zipper coming down, hear the thump, thump, thump of my coming orgasm, hear my cutting breaths pacinghis.

He presses his body over mine, his cock skimming through my folds.

I arch up to feel his tip prod me, and Igasp.

“Now,” I whisper. “Now!”

When he slides into me, I blast out with another, “Yes!” right before he speeds up—one stroke, another. Then as he completely stops restraining himself, he begins pounding me with a slapping, erotic force that makes the blood scream throughme.

He buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my legs around him then grab his hand in animal passion, not knowing what I’m doing.

With even more urgency, he thrusts into me, hitting a spot inside of me that brings out a wet, forceful, growing cry as a rolling flame expands, flares…

“YES!” I finally scream as the heat torches me, making me come once, twice, drenched blasts that blow my mind, stripping me of all thought.

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