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fingertips down the smooth plains of his taut chest and abs, he flinched
when she came too close to the waist band of his jeans, he was so hard it was
almost becoming painful.
    Angie’s eyes met his,
reflecting the same light of desire he was trying so hard to control. He rose
and quickly closed and locked the door to the living room and helped her shed
the rest of her garments. He wanted to take it slow, but he couldn’t and
apparently neither could she, because the instant they were both naked on the
rug before the roaring fire, she straddled him and took him inside. He watched
as she rode him hard, reaching up to caress her full breasts, wondering why or
how he’d ever been attracted to the thin models he’d dated before, she was
soft, warm and lovely, and one hell of a lover. He bucked beneath her, feeling
his climax rolling slowly though him like a fierce but slow moving earthquake,
and felt her convulse around him. It was the most satisfying experience of his
life.
    They had barely
recovered their senses when Luke, still hard, flipped her onto her back and
slid back inside. Angie groaned and chuckled at the same time.
    “This
is going to be the longest night of your life,” he whispered against her lips
as he began to move in long slow thrusts, she cupped his backside, urging him
to hurry, to pound inside her harder and faster. Apparently she liked it the
way he did. Vigorous, and with nothing held back. The
only sounds in the room were the crackle of the fire and the tiny breathless
pants coming from between her lips, followed by a moan of pure unadulterated
pleasure as she reached her peak; the exquisite sound, and the sensation of her
body rippling intimately against him pulled him right over the precipice with
her. He didn’t ever want to leave this spot.
    Luke stroked his
fingers down her back and over the curve of her hip. She was soft and silky to
the touch. Skin that had likely never been exposed to the sun, it was so
exquisitely perfect in its texture. He wanted to discover if she felt that way
from head to toe. Now that they had expended a little energy, he could take his
time. He moved over her, kissing her softly, allowing his lips to trail down
from her warm pink cheeks to softly nip and lick at her delicate earlobes, and
following the curve of her shoulder, he worked his way downwards. Her breasts
were pure silk, her nipples hard and thrusting into his palms, he caressed the
underside of each breast and stroked his fingers across her rib cage as he
suckled each of her nipples in turn, feeling the thrum of her heartbeat
escalating beneath his caressing fingertips.
    Feeling
more powerful and vibrantly alive than he had in years with her responses
urging him onward, he swirled his tongue around her navel, enjoying her soft
chuckle and the sudden indrawn breath as he parted her thighs and enjoyed
gazing on the perfect place between her legs, in the soft glow of the
firelight. She squirmed when he stroked a finger across her folds and slid two
fingers inside to feel her muscles clenching, drawing him in, stroking where
he’d planted himself only a short time ago. He watched her hips move with the
rhythm he created, and stroked a fingertip across her pleasure bud, thrilling
to see her hips rise up as she chased the ultimate height of the new climax he
gave her. Still reeling, her flesh sensitized, she was breathing deeply, her
small hands caressing his hair, when he bowed his head and placed his lips on
her still throbbing bud, suckling gently, in seconds he had her climaxing a
second time, feeling the ripples slaking their way through her body. She urged
him upwards, unsure at first of her intent, he complied. Finding himself
straddling her, he braced himself on his palms as she slid further down, lying
beneath him in the flickering light of the dying fire. She slaked out her
tongue and licked the head of his shaft, as she caressed his length with her
fingertips, then encased him in a tight fist as she