Page 32 of Gunn's Mission

“Bed’s too small.” Then, because he wasn’t any more eager to leave her than she was for him to leave, he pulled free, removed the condom, and knotted it before dropping it beside the bed. Then he rolled her onto her side, lay back on the bed, and pulled her over him.

“You won’t get a wink of sleep like this,” she mumbled.

“Sure I will.” He spread her legs with his hands and placed her knees on either side of his hips. Then he reached downward and tugged until he freed the blanket and sheet and pulled them both over their bodies. “This comfortable?” he asked softly.

“For now. And it’s awfully convenient.”

He grinned. “Now, whatever do you mean?”

“Something comes up tonight, you’ll be right there.”

“I still don’t see the problem.”

“You wouldn’t.” She shifted her chest then moved it right to left.

“Something itch?”

“Yeah. I like your chest hair.”

He slid a hand between them and cupped her breast. The tip of her nipple was sprung. He couldn’t resist and plucked it. Below, she pressed her hips forward. “Not so sleepy now?” he asked.

When her breath caught and held, he knew she was waiting for him to do something more. He rolled to his side so they were facing each other. Then he raised her thigh to ride the crest of his hip, opening her. When he scooted downward to tease her nipple with his tongue, he cupped her warm, open sex and slid a finger inside her. She squeezed around him and warm liquid flooded around his finger.

At that moment, Gunn realized neither of them was getting any damn sleep that night. He wasn’t nearly done with her.

Maddie feltlike she was drifting in the most sensual dream of her life. This time, she was on her back with her thighs draped over Gunn’s shoulders and his mouth pleasuring her pussy.

Dear Lord, the man knew just how hard to suck her clit without moving past pleasure into an intensely uncomfortable twinge. He kept her right on that edge, his tongue alternately flicking then laving over the hardened knot.

Before he’d scooted down the bed, he’d placed her hands on her breasts with orders to keep them warm. Cupping them, just the weight of her hands atop her overly sensitized nipples, was too much. He’d spent considerable time torturing the tips, treating them as though they were the most succulent fruit or a short straw in a tasty drink. They were wildly distended and swollen. Every erogenous zone of her body pretty much felt that way, raw and engorged.

The man had stamina, but he also led her gently, fooling her with soft, wet touches until he stirred her desire so deeply that she begged him to bite the tips or fuck her hard.

She’d pay for every bit of this ecstasy tomorrow, but tonight? She didn’t want it to end.

At last, his tongue left her clit, and she breathed a relieved sigh for the respite. He licked between her folds then thrust his tongue inside her, and she mewed like a kitten, widening her thighs to coax him deeper.

His fingers entered her and swirled. Two, then three, scissoring inside her and sliding along her inner walls until he touched something that had her gasping and lifting her torso off the bed. “Gunn!”

His soft chuckle gusted against her sex. “Found it…” While he continued rubbing inside her, his thumb drifted downward, and she tried to twist away, but he wouldn’t let her, pressing on a part of her she’d never considered sexy. But his thumb swirled and pushed, and she came, drenching the fingers still stroking inside her.

She was shaking, spent. Drenched within and without. He moved up her body and folded her against him. Again, they were lying facing each other, and again, he brought her thigh over his hip and moved her closer. But this time there was comfort, a sharing of heat as her body cooled, and he pulled up the bedding to cover them. When he slipped his arm beneath her head, she cuddled against him. Restful now. At peace.

A kiss touched her forehead, and she made a sound like the pleased purr of a kitten. Where had that come from? Oh, yeah. She was happy. Exhausted but happy.

“Will it kill the mood if I tell you I’ve never had a night like this?” she whispered.

“Why should it? Feed my ego. But I’ll admit I’ve never been this inspired.”

She giggled.Giggled.So, not her. Then again, before this night, this level of eroticism had been completely beyond her comprehension.

“Think you might like to do this again?” he asked, his hand gliding over her side and hip.

“Tonight?”

Gunn laughed. “Not tonight. You’ve worn me out.”

“Ha-ha. So, you think we might spend…another night…like this?”

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