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been with a man. He filled her and stretched her tight sheath. The burn in her taut tissue quickly morphed into pleasure.
    Bucking his hips, he slid in all the way and waited again. “Ivy…I’ve got to move. I can’t hold back anymore.”
    “Don’t hold back…move…please…I need to feel you,” she pleaded. He chuckled. “Oh…you’re gonna feel me move!”
    Pulling his hips back, he moved, and moved, bucking into her with steady strokes, their dewy bodies gliding against each other’s, the sweep of his pubic bone grazing against her clit on every downstroke, inching her higher and higher to a second release.
    “Ivy, damn…so fucking good,“ he grunted, as he captured her mouth, now connecting them intimately in two places, his tongue keeping the same rhythm as his cock as he fucked her mouth and sex at the same time.
    Her body burning from within, lost, she panted, drawing in deep breaths as she began to topple, every muscle in her body tensing. She wrapped her legs around him and dug the heels of her feet into the globes of his ass, pushing him into her as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of trembling bliss. Dragging in a deep breath, she looked up and watched Deacon’s face as he slammed into her one last time and came, pleasure contorting his features in the most wonderful display of ecstasy she had ever seen.
    Reaching up, she ran the palm of her hand over his sweat-covered cheek. Still breathing heavily, she smiled up at him for a quick second before he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her, their bodies moist from sweat, his mouth warm and yummy in their post-orgasm feast. They remained fused at the mouth, devouring each other, until he began to soften.
    Gently slipping out of her, he removed the condom and tied it off, wrapping it in a tissue from the bedside table before tossing it in the trash can. Throwing back the covers, they snuggled in, drawing her in close and kissing the top of her head as she laid it on his chest.
    “Happy Valentine’s Day. Rest up sweet Ivy. We are so doing that again as soon as I get my strength back.”
    She smiled, sated and content in his arms, as they both drifted off for a needed rest, waking to make love every few hours until dawn. It had been the best Valentine’s she’d ever had.
    Chapter Six
    After a morning quickie in the shower, they both retreated to their own rooms to dress and pack. Bringing their luggage down to the lobby, they checked out of the resort, grabbed a quick breakfast, and got out onto the open road headed toward Deacon’s ranch in Honor, Colorado, roughly sixty miles northeast of Denver.. Nothing but open land and farms, the scenery was breathtaking, and the ride smoother than expected. In his big, brand new GMC Sierra 1500 pickup truck with plush, heated leather seats, it didn’t take long for Ivy to drift off, the steady sounds of the road lulling her to sleep as country western music played softly on the radio.
    “We’re almost there sleepyhead.”
    Opening her eyes to the smooth tenor of Deacon’s voice and the sight of his brilliant smile were definitely much more pleasant than the alarm on her iPhone.
    “Oh God…please tell me I didn’t snore, or drool!” she playfully whined.
    Chewing gum, he stopped, bit down, and grinned. “Not too bad, but I do think you were dreaming about us burning up the sheets last night. You were crying out all sorts of things about how amazing I was.”
    Her mouth gaped open as she playfully slapped his arm and laughed. “I DID NOT! You are such a liar!
    Letting out a hearty roar, he confessed. “Nah. I’m just kidding.” They turned off the main road onto a graveled path. Wood picket fencing ran the perimeter of the property, leading to a large double gate. Stopping the truck, Deacon shifted it into park and reached over into the
    glove box to take out the remote that opened the gate. She told him that she remembered her uncle having to get out of the truck and manually open