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He reached down to aim the thick head of his shaft toward her aching slit. She bloomed open for him, daring him with her eyes to do it, to take what he came for and nothing less. Rad needed no further encouragement.

He pressed into her, slowly at first. She was so tight, even after multiple orgasms. Rad’s cock was almost too large to fit. It seemed impossible for a moment, and then Emma Jean lifted her hips and pushed up to him, forcing his cock deep inside. They groaned and held for a moment, twitching and shaking with the overwhelming rush of pleasure. Rad reared back slightly, almost pulling free before pushing back in harder this time. Emma Jean’s pussy spread for him, swallowing him inch by inch until he was entirely sheathed, his balls pressing against her slickness. He cupped her face with one hand, the other bracing himself against the headboard as he guided his cock in and out, picking up steam. He felt the tip of his cock pound into that sensitive, fleshy wall deep inside of her over and over again.

“Just like that,” Emma Jean sighed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rad grunted.

He rolled his hips back and forth, letting his animalistic instincts take over. His shaft speared into her hard and fast, both of them clinging to the other as they gasped and moaned.

“Oh, right there, Rad,” Emma Jean whimpered.

“Me too, baby,” he growled, his fingernails digging into the headboard.

She lifted her legs even higher, hooking them over Rad’s powerful shoulders. He kissed the supple smoothness of her calf as he rocked in and out of her with an increasing rhythm. She was so flexible, so open, so ready for him. He knew he would never tire of exploring what her body could do and how to make her feel so good. When she grabbed her own ankles, Rad was stunned by the sensual imagery.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he hissed. He dropped one hand down to her mound, circling her clit with his fingertips while he fucked her.

It was too much for Emma Jean. Her eyes rolled shut and she gasped, her whole body spasming from pleasure. Her pussy squeezed around Rad’s cock, and the resulting sensation was overpowering. With a few more frantic thrusts, he pumped his seed deep inside her. Both lovers could barely breathe through the intoxicating bliss. Rad leaned forward, easily bending Emma Jean’s legs back so he could kiss her on the lips. He slowly pumped every last drop, then withdrew and rolled over next to her. They lay that way for a few moments, their hearts pounding as they gazed up at the stars.

Rad’s hand wandered over to take hers. Their fingers interlocked and he gave her hand a soft squeeze, prompting her to look over at him.

Her beauty stole his breath. Those turquoise eyes stood out in her flushed pink face, framed by a halo of wild golden curls. Her lips were swollen from kissing and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead that made tiny baby hairs cling to her temples.

“I see the benefits of yoga from a different perspective now,” Rad said.

Emma Jean’s face broke into the most glorious smile. She giggled. “Glad to have shown you the light.”

“Trust me, I’m almost blinded by it,” he murmured, reaching out to run his finger along the edge of her face. “I can’t believe you’re here. Now. With me.”

“I thought you were Mr. Devil-May-Care, but you’re a bona fide romantic, aren’t you?” Emma Jean mumbled. “Are you going to drive me home?”

Rad shook his head. “Not unless you ask me to. I don’t want you anywhere but right here. With me. Always.”

“Good. I’m tired,” she said. “And a little hungry, actually.”

“You worked up a little bit of a sweat,” Rad said, sliding out of bed. “I’ll bring you that charcuterie board.”

“Bring the cobbler too!” she called after him.

Rad couldn’t stop smiling as he stepped outside to grab the food. Emma Jean was reclined on the bed, hands behind her head, looking like a painting of paradise. Rad was stunned for a moment, frozen in the doorway with a feast in his hands. He could only stare at this beautiful creature before him.

“What is it?” she asked innocently.

“You,” Rad said with an awed smile. “It’s you.”

CHAPTER12

EMMA JEAN

Emma Jean’seyes fluttered open to darkness. It took a moment for her to remember where she was. Not at home in her bedroom, but in the bed of an RV in the desert.

With Rad.

She felt his hard body curled around her in a protective position. She smiled at his soft breath on the back of her neck. Rhythmic and slow. He was still asleep. It was so peaceful lying in the silence and feeling his heartbeat against her back.

But she couldn’t just lie in bed while the most beautiful hours of the day passed her by. Especially with the desert landscape just steps away. Emma Jean was an early riser, and she was giddy at the thought of doing sunrise yoga out here in their little oasis. She carefully wriggled out of Rad’s embrace and scooted out of bed. She used the tiny RV bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and quietly stepped out of the RV.

The air was still somewhat cool. Emma Jean picked up a blanket from one of the camp chairs and draped it around her body. She was still naked from the night before, but out here she felt relatively safe. It was private here, without another soul to see for miles around. The sun was just starting to turn the darkness gray behind the mesa.

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