Page 77 of Thief

“I…” She paused, swallowed.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “I hope one day you’ll feel as strongly for me as I feel for you and then you’ll be able to say it.”

“I…” She pushed her finger to his lips. “I love you,” she said for the first time in her life. “Now, right this minute, I love you. You don’t have to wait.”?

He grinned, cupped her face and moved to kiss her again.

“I love you, John Taylor,” she mumbled rapidly. “I love you, I love you.”

Suddenly, she lunged forward with an uncontainable surge of excitement. Her movements so fast and jubilant she rocked him back onto his lounger.

He laughed as she wiggled on top of him. She drew her knees up at his sides as he lay out straight. His hands slid around to her rear as she bent and peppered kisses onto his jaw line and around his neck.

“Hey, baby,” he said through her mass of tumbling hair, “should we take this reunion inside?”

“Who can see?” She sat bolt upright and made a show of looking around. His erection prodded at the gusset of her bikini and she squirmed all the more just to hear him groan. “It’s perfectly secluded up here.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said in the husky voice she loved. He reached out and gently rolled her nipples between his fingers. “What about the baby, will we hurt him?”

“Him?”

He shrugged. “I come from a long line of males.”

“Well, I have no idea about my genealogy so we’ll just have to wait and see what we’re given.”

“But will we, you know, hurt him…or her, if we, you know, make love?”

“No, don’t be silly.” She tugged at his fly. “Your dick’s big, but not that big, soldier.”

“You’ll pay for that,” he mumbled, pulling her down so he could wrap his lips around her nipple. “Mmm, you taste tropical, like coconut or something.”

She moaned at the sensation of his mouth on her newly, super sensitive nipples. She adored it. She’d missed it.

“Did I hurt you?” His face creased with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you, I never would, and…” He paused. “I was worried you may have been scared. Driving all this way, I kept thinking about the stuff we’d done, that I’d done to you, you know, real intimate stuff. I’d hate it if you’d been scared of me when it was all just to get a buzz.”

“Scared of you?”

“Yeah. If you’d said stop, you know I would have, that still applies, will always apply. No matter what we get up to in the future.”

“The only thing that ever really scared me was losing you.” She pictured the gun aimed at his chest and shook her head to rid the memory. “So don’t mess around with guns and don’t disappear whilst I’m asleep again, okay?” She pulled down the zipper of his shorts.

“We’re about even on that one, but no, I won’t, I promise.”

An animal-like growl rumbled from his throat as she caught his protruding cock in her hand.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed you, Pussy Cat.”

“I bet you have,” she said, crawling down the lounger on her hands and knees, her butt high in the air. “And I bet you’ve missed this, too.” She wanted him in her mouth. She adored giving him oral sex, had replayed each encounter in her mind over and over. And now, she couldn’t wait to do it for real again. Her palate was watering for his musky taste and desperate for the steely length of him rutting against the roof of her mouth.

Hastily, he dragged his T-shirt over his shoulders and flopped backwards. “If you’re going to do what I think you are, I’ve died and gone to heaven, baby.”

She took him in her mouth and dropped all the way down.

“Ahhh…fuck yes.”

Ignoring her gag reflex, she pulled a breath through her nose and absorbed his delicious, slightly salty, masculine taste. He hit the very back of her throat and the base of her tongue enveloped his shape, undulating and rolling the thick throbbing vein she found there.

His entire body shook with sudden tension, his muscles clenched and his cock jerked. “Jeez, you do that the best.” He sank his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp, moving in time with her dipping and rising head.

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