Page 111 of Musical Games
She yanked the zip of his jeans down, trying to push them off. It wasn’t quick enough, so she rolled out from under him. She jumped off the bed and shimmied her dress over her hips and off her head.
He stared at her, his mouth open.
‘You’re so beautiful.’
She stopped, feeling his eyes on her. Her wetness soaked through her underwear. Her breasts ached for his touch. She hooked one strap of her bra off her shoulder, then the other.
‘Take your clothes off, Jamie.’
He yanked his T-shirt off and threw it away. She stared at his muscles as they strained with every ragged breath, then unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. He let out a strangled cry. She touched her breasts, tugging on the nipples. He braced his hands on his knees.
‘Fuck!’
She pulled the edges of her panties away from her hips, let them fall down her legs, then stepped out.
‘Clothes off,’ she told him, her heart racing so fast she thought she might pass out. Her blood was fizzing, her skin prickling with desperate need for his touch. He pulled his boxers and trousers off, then knelt on the bed. His cock was hard and swollen. She swallowed, her inner muscles clenching as if already trying to pull him inside. She could see precum slick on the thick head. She licked her lips. He gripped the shaft, rubbing his thumb over the engorged end.
Blood roared in her ears. She stumbled forward and he caught her, laying her down, raining urgent kisses over her face and down her neck. She spread her legs around him and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, growling as he sucked on it. She wriggled to seat the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling the glorious resistance, the pleasure as it started to push in.
He pulled back, bracing himself above her, panting, his eyes squeezed tight. She paused, breathing with him, waiting, her fingers running up and down the ridged muscles of his back.
He opened his eyes and held her gaze. He looked desperate, as if teetering on the edge of a cliff and only she could bring him back.
‘I love you, Sam. God, I love you.’
She stroked down the side of his face, feeling his stubble, his burning skin.
‘I love you too. You’re my everything, Jamie.’
He dropped his head to her shoulder. ‘Fuck!’
She soothed him, kissing his neck, trailing paths down the planes of his back as he found his control.
‘Jamie?’
He nodded.
‘I need you inside me. Please?’
He raised his head, his eyes boring into hers with a desperate intensity, then thrust his hips forward, filling her with a rush of fierce pleasure. Her head thumped back on the pillow with a cry. He slowly withdrew and she tightened around him, dragging her muscles against his cock. He thrust hard again.
‘Oh god, Jamie. Yes. More, more.’
He set up a slow rhythm, pulling out until only the head was inside, then pounding deep, circling his hips into her clit. He covered her body with his own, his lips by her ear. With every thrust she felt his hot breath as he exhaled his love for her.
‘God, I love you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I love you.’
Sensation spiralled and collided inside her. She met each roll of his hips with her own, bucking up, grinding against him as she gasped for air. Nothing had ever felt this all-encompassing, this intense, this right. Love was the gasoline pouring onto the fires of her pleasure.
A rush whipped through her, like wind racing before the storm, her body tightening and bracing for a cataclysmic climax. She dug her nails into his back, holding on. There was no turning back. Her orgasm hit with unstoppable force and she surrendered to it with a scream. Waves of pleasure smashed through her. She heard him roar, his body shaking as he pumped his own release, then she lost all sense of where she ended and he began. They were blinding light, fused together in the heart of the brightest sun.
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Jamie didn’t know how he could be this happy without bursting. How did people in love get anything done? Now the stopper was out of the sex bottle, he didn’t know how it was ever going to go back in. He couldn’t stop reaching for Sam and she seemed just as insatiable. They made love through the night and in the shower the next morning. He’d spent the first part of his life quiet and reserved and now his cheeks were aching from smiling so much.
Sam insisted on cooking him breakfast, but within a minute he was standing behind her, nuzzling her neck. She was frying bacon and eggs, and the smell combined with her was enough to send any man to distraction.
‘What are you doing?’ she gasped.
