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he toyed with her nipples. She arched her back, thrusting her peaks harder into his grasp. Rolling her tips between thumb and forefinger, he played with her until she started rocking on his cock. Rob kept one hand on her breast but lowered the other until he could cup her hip and hold her steady while she moved up and down, fucking herself on his cock.
    The pleasure rippling through his body was intense, delicious in its power. A hard knot of hunger twisted in his stomach, his balls rising as the tension from her movements grew. Soon, he tugged Sally to bend over him so he could lift his chest up and suck at her teat. Scraping his teeth lightly over the sensitive nub, he suckled her hard. She shuddered in pleasure, her spine arching wantonly.
    Need crawled over his skin and he canted his hips upwards, thrusting his length deeper into Sal, the force of each movement growing.
    “More, Bobby, please,” she panted.
    She lowered her head and they kissed hungrily. She nipped him with her teeth and they tangled their tongues around each other. Gone was the tender, delicate touches of before, now he was as desperate as she, driven to the brink by the force of their passion.
    He roamed his hands over her slick skin. Their bodies slapped together as they each took from the other. Rob had no idea when he moaned or she sighed, but the noise of their pleasure echoed out across the loft and filled the air. They raced toward climax. Finally, Rob could feel the pressure get the best of him—he knew he’d not last much longer.
    “Gorgeous,” he panted. “I’m almost there.”
    “Thank fuck. Just a little more.”
    He moved his mouth to suckle at the other breast. Her nipple was a hard point he rolled lightly between his teeth before drawing down on it and sucking. He stroked his fingers over her clit. He felt her body tighten, and her pussy clamped down hard around his shaft, caressing it like a vice. She panted a couple of quick, breathless gasps. Arching farther back, her breast pressed against his mouth and she screamed.
    Her body convulsed and the pulses detonated his climax. Rob grasped her hips, holding her steady so she wouldn’t fall while he thrust with abandon. Unable to restrain himself a moment longer, he plunged into her, shouting out his release. He ejaculated over and over. He emptied himself into the condom, pumping with his dick as he came through his orgasm.
    Just as suddenly as his pleasure overrode him, he fell down the other side of the peak and crashed. Every muscle in his body sagged back into the mattress. Exhaustion washed over him. Breathing hard, they both sounded like they’d sprinted a mile. Sally gingerly pulled herself off him. About to stop her, he quietened when she wrapped an arm snugly around his waist and appeared to find a more comfortable position.
    Rob pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her forehead, then her mussed hair, which now spiked out in every direction.
    “I love you, Sal,” he murmured sleepily.
    “I love you too, Bobby,” she whispered.
    Feeling sated and relaxed, complete like he’d never been before, Rob drew Sal into the warmth and safety of his embrace and closed his eyes just for a second or two.
     
    * * * *
     
    Rob snapped his eyes open. His brain clicked immediately into gear as if someone had turned a switch back on.
    For a moment he couldn’t recall anything. He shifted defensively. A warm body was pressed against him, an arm around his waist. He wasn’t dating anyone. Rob knew there was only one person who held his heart. So why was his arm wrapped around a warm, naked… oh.
    Memory flooded back and the world righted on its axis.
    The painting.
    El and James.
    Sally.
    Sally.
    Rob drew Sal tighter and kissed the sensual, exposed length of her neck. She murmured incoherently. Sally smiled in that perfect, devastating way he adored. Her eyes were languid, a dark, mossy green that seemed to hold the secrets of nations within them. Her teeth flashed, gorgeous, straight