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She knew this man. She’d seen him risk his life to defend her, fight for her protection, and rescue her and Selena from a deadly situation. They’d shared a difficult journey that was pivotal to her life. He was a rock, a capable ally, a steadfast friend, and a gifted lover she suddenly realized she didn’t want to lose.
What would happen after the convention?
She pushed the thought out of her head, fearing the answer would spoil what they had right now. She rolled him onto his back, trailing kisses down his chest and abdomen before lifting the waistband over his growing erection and pulling his pants down his legs. The head of his cock was glistening, and she took it in her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue.
He inhaled sharply.
She explored his length and the sensitive sac beneath it, gently rolling him in her hand before kissing his entire shaft. He looked even bigger up close, her fingers barely touching when she encircled his girth with first one hand, then the next, leaving a manageable amount for her eager mouth.
She took him deep, loving it when his hand grazed the back of her head, begging her to continue. He pulled it away and she lifted her head to reassure him. “It’s okay.”
He moaned deep in his throat and swore, his fingers knotting in her hair as she again opened her mouth to him, steady pressure holding her in place as she welcomed his length and gently sucked. She wanted to be his fantasy, to offer everything he dreamed of in bed, to bring this man of supreme strength to his knees with his need for her.
He withdrew slightly and thrust into her mouth, breath hissing between his teeth. “I’ve got to stop,” he ground out, and she knew he was close to orgasm. She sat up, those hungry brown eyes now boring into hers. He flipped her on the bed, tugging down the straps of her bra, then the band itself, grabbing the sides of her underwear on his way down, and leaving her completely naked.
His hands raked up her shins and thighs, his arms spreading her legs as he settled between them and kissed the inside of her thigh. Her hips lifted off the bed in anticipation of what would come next, his mouth taking a lazy route to her most sensitive place, trailing kisses as he went. Then his mouth was upon her, the sweet touch of his tongue making her heady with desire.
His fingers stroked her tender flesh as he worked magic on her clitoris, a frenzy building inside her, a desperate need for him to fill her. “Please…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside of me. Now.”
In a flash, he moved to the bedside table, retrieving a condom and sheathing himself before climbing on top of her.
“I want to be on top,” she said, trying to flip him over.
“Want to fight for it?”
The idea of wrestling with him for control was even more erotic than having it. “Yes.”
He pushed at her opening to her body. “On your mark, get set…” He filled her with one hard thrust, so deeply she cried out. His eyes glinted. “Go.”
She lifted her hips in an attempt to flip over, the motion met by an onslaught of thrusts that left her head rolling on the pillow. But she was competitive by nature, the desire to win stronger even than the fight for pleasure. Her hands came up his sides and she tickled him, easily rolling him when his body bowed and he laughed.
Now she was on top, sitting upright, her hips racing with need. She arched backwards, bracing herself on the bunched muscles of his legs as she bucked, his cock stroking the sensitive spot inside her.
With a burst of movement, he grabbed her and pushed her down, firmly holding her beneath him. The power play took away her control, but being trapped was surprisingly erotic. She was going over the edge, sensation building to a high crest that cascaded over her nerve endings and dropped her, letting her fall freely through the air.
A deep moan vibrated in his chest but didn’t stop, the force of his thrusts not subsiding. Pressure began to build up in her again. “I win,” he growled.
She wanted to fight but had been stripped of the ability to do anything except absorb the gift his body was giving her. She reached behind him and dug her nails into his ass, spurring him on. She knew what would send her flying again. “I want to get on my knees.”
He moved off her, rolling her with his hands before she could do it herself and lifting her hips up. “Jackie,” he ground out, one hand caressing the swell of her hip. “So beautiful.” Then he was inside her, the angle driving her crazy.
Her head was on the pillow, his name on her lips. Sex had never been like this, each thrust perfection, from his ample size and big hands to the way his body stroked inside her. A key in a lock. An amazing combination.
She arched her back and lifted her head, a fierce orgasm rioting through her body and making her cry out. Her pelvis curled in as her muscles fisted around him, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her.
His pace quickened, his final thrusts prolonging her sensations before he joined her over the edge into darkness.
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She slept half the night, waking to him kissing her neck and slowly moving to her mouth. When was the last time she’d been kissed like this?
Never.
She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hard torso and giving him better access to her mouth. His lips were full and sensuous, and he tasted faintly of spice and mint. A soft sound of pleasure came from the back of her throat as her nails fingered the hair at his nape and she kissed the side of his neck.
