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It had never been like this before… so powerful. So overwhelming. And so filled with such breathtaking gratification. Ripples of shudders rocked her senseless while she allowed her body it’s moments of bliss. Aching, dazed, she met his mouth, hers willing.

Wanting him to know how the pulsations still left her weak, she whispered brokenly, “I-I… it’s never been like that before. I’m ahh—”

“Shush. Just kiss me and touch me too.”

She did as he asked, letting her hand explore into his now open pants, feeling for the instrument that jumped at her touch. Stopping her for a second, he wriggled his way out of his confining slacks and in a moment had himself naked.

While he removed his clothing, she took off the rest of hers and again reached for him. Hot, swollen, and ready for her, she held him tenderly, stroking gently.

Normally, she didn’t do this with anyone and seldom got into a lot of foreplay. Once she decided the man would be her lover, she tended to speed things along to the final thrust.

But tonight was different. He had given her moments she’d never forget and maybe she wanted him to be as deeply affected. When she lowered her mouth to kiss his body, he stiffened. He breathed a huge groan letting her know the pleasure he felt.

Playfully, she licked his skin and then blew on the same place. Before she could further explore, he hauled her back to face him. “Uh-huh. Can’t be doing that to me this time, or I’ll disgrace myself.” When she made a disagreeing hiss, he went further. “ Nope. You’re like a sizzling flame to my very sensitive candle.” Though he tried humor, his raw voice let her know he wasn’t fooling.

To take her mind away from her intentions, he kissed her senseless, seriousness entering the earlier playfulness. As if she weighed less than a feather, he lifted her to cover him. His hips moved in place, so they were lined up perfectly for him to enter her body.

She opened to him, letting him have access and they joined. Never before had anyone ever brought her to such heights from just being together. Explosions started immediately, and she tightened around him, pulsations following. Her breasts swelled to the point of sweet pain as she rode him hard.

In seconds, she was plunging down on him as he pounded up inside of her, filling her with strokes that made her toss her head backwards, her long waves brushing against the tender skin of his legs.

Sexually intoxicated, he joined her in her second, fiercer climax. Holding themselves in position, they rode the waves together, clinging to one another. Finally, both whimpered. Panting from pleasure, they gently kissed for a long time, letting their bodies and emotions slowly calm.

Oh my Goddd!

Bella’s thoughts bounced around in a mind still reeling, warning her she’d never be the same again… ever. That a person could feel this way had never entered her mind. That one could reach such heights of passion would have been laughed at previously.

Was this just a weird phenomenon? Could this pleasure be a one-time thing? Was she the only one who felt it?

She looked over at the naked man whose arm covered his eyes, his head on the pillow next to hers, his hand still clutching a mass of her hair. He turned to her, and she saw the shock of awareness visible.

She had her answer.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Serves you right, you smug prick. Always wanting what you can’t have. See what you’ve gone and done now? How the fuck are you ever going to be able to screw another woman after that?

Tanner lay next to Bella, his arm over his eyes, hiding. Then he heard her breathing become agitated and couldn’t help himself. He had to know. Had she been as affected by their experience as himself?

When he slowly turned to her, he saw the same confusion as he was experiencing. With no idea of how to calm her or go back to their earlier relationship, he tried a smile.

When her mouth slowly curved up in reply, a tsunami wave overwhelmed him.Jesus! Lord Jesus. He had to get away. This wasn’t normal. It was huge. He needed time to examine this… the significance. Time away from the source of the problem.

Realizing, he still held onto a wad of softness entangled around his fingers, hair he’d clenched during their climax, he released the strands, reluctance riding him hard.

For the first time in his life, he had no words, no funny comebacks, no downplaying their experience. In fact, he’d have punched anyone who tried to tell him things like this didn’t happen. Having consensual sex was a misdemeanor among crimes, a nothing, a normal occurrence that would only last until the next sexual encounter.

Falling in love during the incident… whoa! Now that was huge. Problem was, he’d had plenty of partners, and he’d never before experienced a dry mouth and fear for his single status.

That he’d changed over these previous precious moments needed to be examined… alone. And as soon as possible.

Maybe the fact that he said nothing didn’t play well with her, he didn’t know. But she left the bed, headed for her bathroom, and he took it as his hint to leave.

Which he did. In fact, he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Dressing in speeds never before known to the normally lazy-moving guy, he whipped up the cellphone he needed to return to the owner, and softly as he could, he moved to the door.

For some reason, he stopped. Looking over at the bathroom, his heart urged him to say something, anything. Don’t leave her like this. Unsettled, he spied the vase of flowers on the dresser by the window and quickly went to investigate. As if the God’s were smiling on him, there was a red rose in the middle which he plucked out. Feeling better about leaving, he laid it on her pillow before exiting the room.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

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