keeping Blaise snug against him. He read aloud while she turned the pages.
Chapter Four
Blaise shifted in the darkness, gradually becoming aware of the heavy bedclothes and the warm solid body beside her. For a moment, she froze in panic. This wasn’t her room, her bed. A blink later, she remembered where she was and who shared the bed with her.
Thanks to Cupid’s Delight the evening had been most memorable. Twice she and Guy had set the book aside to re-enact an episode from the hero’s delightfully naughty adventures.
Smiling in satisfaction, she rolled his way. It felt so luxurious and decadent to press her naked breasts against his back, nuzzle his neck. His scent mingled with the aroma of sex saturating the room.
There was no shyness in her as she reached across his hip to stroke his sleeping cock. It responded to her touch, growing, hardening, awakening perhaps before the man himself did. It wasn’t long though before Guy murmured and rolled to his back.
“What—”
“Shh…” She covered his lips with her fingers to shush him. Blaise was sleepy and sex-drunk. She might be dreaming and, if so, never wanted to wake up.
She rose and straddled his hips, leaned down to kiss him, and flicked her tongue along the seam of his lips. His mouth opened, and he sucked on her tongue as though it were a delicious stick of candy. He was trying to claim her, but Blaise didn’t want that. She wanted to be in control. Wanted to claim him .
She pulled back with a laugh, swinging her hair off her shoulders, then grasped his cock. She pumped it, pausing from time to time to caress the velvety cockhead with her thumb, massaging slippery pre-cum into his skin.
“Is that good?” She spoke in a whisper, so not to disturb the dream.
“Mmm. Yes.” The answer came in a hiss. He bucked up into her touch. She cupped his balls, teased that tender little spot behind them with a finger.
He almost bucked her off him that time. She laughed. “That good, huh? Hold on. I’ll make it even better.”
She grabbed a rubber from the nightstand and tore open the packet. She pinched the air from the condom’s tip and after feeling for its lip, placed it in her mouth. Dipping her head, she unrolled the condom over his cockhead with her lips and tongue, using her hands to roll it down completely. Though latex wasn’t her favorite flavor, using this little trick to please Guy made her hot. Tingles raced through her.
“Hold on.” She lifted herself over him and guided his cock inside her. “It’s going to be a wild ride.”
She moaned, sliding down his thick shaft. Yes . She was a bad, bad cowgirl, and he was her stud. She’d show him what she could do.
That’s when Guy turned the tables. He grabbed her arms and jerked her down for a wet, deep, open-mouthed kiss. A fuck me kiss. And she would. She was. Blaise scraped her breasts against his rough, crinkly chest hair, then tore away to suck in air before he pulled her back. They fought each other with crushing kisses and dueling tongues, struggling for mastery.
“Let me. Let me,” she gasped, and finally he let her pull away to sit up again on his raging hard cock. Her nipples, clit, and pussy were all on fire. Hell, every inch of her skin was ablaze.
She moved slowly at first, loving the way he filled her. But soon, she needed more, faster. Her thighs quivered as she rode him hard, her blood thundered in her ears, and her lungs burned as she gasped for breath. Just when she thought she might collapse from exhaustion still unsatisfied, he snaked his hand between her thighs. The brush of his finger on her clit sent her over, and her core clutched him as it pulsed with her orgasm.
That brought him with her. His thighs tensed beneath her and his fingers dug into her hips as he came.
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When she awoke later, it was to the bright morning sun and the aroma of coffee. She opened her eyes to find Guy at the edge of the bed holding a cup. He smiled down at her. “I don’t know