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effort for Ryan who seemed more in touch with both his body and his feelings.
    Her pussy clenched around his girth, drawing him deeper. How good to be filled like this again, to have the weight of a man on her and to listen to his rapid breathing and quiet groans. She locked her ankles around his lower back, anchoring them together. His buttocks and back muscles flexed against her and the smooth glide of his thrust seemed to go on forever before hitting a spot deep within her.
    He withdrew and thrust again. His groin rubbed her clit and delicious sparkles of pleasure shot through her. Again, he hit that chord inside her that vibrated like a gong, a low, vibrating counterpoint to the sharper notes ringing out from her clit.
    Once more he thrust with a sexy grunt. Exquisite tension trembled inside her. Camilla arched to meet him, gripped him hard between her thighs and dug her fingers into his flesh. “Oh, yes. Yesss,” she hissed, and then she, who never spoke during sex, yelled, “Harder! Deeper!”
    He growled and did as she bid, like a battering ram against a castle door. At last he broke through and Camilla cried out. Thunderous chords crashed inside her. She soared upward then tumbled through darkness.
    In her arms, Ryan pumped faster, groaning and cursing softly until he too flew along with her in his own private ecstasy. She watched his face again, the eyelashes fanned against his cheeks, damp bangs clinging to his forehead, his lips slack and satisfied. He opened his eyes to catch her staring and creases fanned from the corners when he smiled at her. His lower lip protruded as he blew upward to cool his face.
    He collapsed on her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Amazing. Thank you,” he mumbled against her skin.
    Camilla loosened her clasped ankles, wincing at a cramp in one leg, and let her left foot drop to the floor beside the couch. They should’ve moved to the more generous space of her bed. She slid her hand from his shoulder down to the curve of his ass. His skin stretched taut over his muscles. Were sexiness and beauty the only qualities that had attracted her to him? It would be easy to discount tonight as nothing more than a much-needed release of sexual energy. But Ryan was also sweet and kind and interesting to talk to. She could imagine spending more time with him and that scared her. An actual relationship wasn’t what she needed right now, especially not with a much younger man and all the complexities that would bring.
    Camilla tried to inhale, but his weight compressed her chest and she gasped.
    Ryan lifted off her. “Am I squashing you?”
    “It feels nice.”
    He got up, pulling out of her and reaching for leftover napkins from their dinner to clean up with. Now that the rush of desire was past, Camilla was suddenly embarrassed by her nudity. She quickly found her discarded underwear and slipped them on.
    At ease with his nakedness, Ryan rose and sauntered toward the bathroom. Why should he be self-conscious when he looked so good? His wide shoulders and muscular back tapered to narrow hips, a tight ass and long legs. He was a young god and all the more attractive because he didn’t act as if he believed he was God’s gift.
    Really what could she offer him in return? Maybe more years of experience and wisdom, but even that was questionable. She’d lived in a sort of bubble for most of her adult life, protected in the cocoon of marriage and the safe environment of the university. What sort of life experiences had she actually had? What was special about her to make her attractive to a young guy with worlds of possibility and many younger, more beautiful women available to him?
     
    Chapter Four
    Camilla put on her tank top and jeans and carried the remains of their dinner to the kitchen. Disposing of garbage and washing plates, kept her mind off her awkward uncertainty that threatened to leech all the fun out of the evening. She was making this into too big a deal. She needed