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kept them from actual contact and Jill found that it added to the breathtaking sexiness of the whole scenario. She rocked from side to side, watching his face, feeling the friction from his cock beneath her.
    ‘You’re even prettier with bedhead,’ he said.
    ‘I thought I was beautiful,’ she teased. 
    She stopped teasing when his face went serious and his eyes darkened down to a storm-at-sea grey behind his nerd glasses. ‘My God, but you are.’
    He threaded his fingers through hers and she saw their conflicting band aids. She marked his scars and burns with her scars and burn and using his up-turned hands to brace herself, she bent to kiss him. His pretty pink lips, his stubbled jaw, his forehead and his hair. He hissed like she’d burned him but instinct told her it was a good sound – from the kissing and the pressure of her heated sex on the sheet that rested atop his.
    ‘Before I drop dead of a heart attack from wanting you, do you think you could grab a rubber and get that thing on me. Before I burst.’
    ‘Wouldn’t want to waste that after-nap erection, would we?’ she teased.
    ‘No. Wood is a terrible thing to waste. Especially with a gorgeous talented chef around to heat things up.’
    ‘Oh, cooking joke,’ she said. When she bent to rummage in his horribly messy nightstand he ran his hands up under the billowy tee. His hands found her breasts and stroked until she felt her pussy take up a steady needy beat of desire. Her entire body felt like one big fat pulse.
    ‘Have I mentioned that you can keep this shirt? Because you just look that good in the damn thing. I will never forget looking at your dark berry coloured nipples through my faded out busted up T-shirt. Such a sight.’ He actually sighed and her heart twisted a little.
    Jill inhaled deeply and shook her head. He made her blush. She hadn’t felt this way for a very long time. But now was not the time to feel anything. This was just a good healthy sexual distraction from all the ball-busting and working and mania of the last few weeks.
    ‘Yeah. You in this shirt and nothing else. Quite a vision.’
    She worked quickly with shaking hands to get him covered. The condom barely fit and she bit her lip to keep from making a satisfied sound. The man was large. Everywhere.
    And then their hands were joined again. Fingers intertwined. Him pushing up as she pushed down and slowly, carefully settled herself on him. Sliding low on his dick, working it in fully. He never stopped watching her.
    She went to take the tee off and he stilled her. ‘Just over your head. Don’t take it off all the way.’
    ‘You are dirty.’ 
    ‘I try.’
    Jill pulled the tee up and over her head but not off. It settled behind her neck and her arms were still swimming in his long sleeves. He traced one nipple and then the other so her belly muscles fluttered and her cunt gripped up around him. ‘Put your hands back up,’ she said.
    He obliged and again their opposing forces worked in tandem for her to rock down on him until her clit was grinding the base of his cock with the perfect pressure. She swirled her hips and then rocked from side to side as Cole thrust up to fill her all the way. The force of him driving into her had her shaking gently even as she increased her speed. 
    ‘God, you are so … hard.’ She snorted at her own loss of words.
    He winked at her. ‘Again, I try.’
    He looked so adorably intense as he thrust up even harder, even faster and Jill ground herself against him until the friction was too much and the strength of him was too much and she came. Her head tossed back, her messy bun untangled and his soft well worn tee brushing her arms and her shoulders with the soft kiss only over-washed cotton has.
    ‘Good?’ he asked.
    Jill didn’t answer. She pulled him free of her and stripped him of the condom. ‘Hey now, Chef –’ Cole started.
    ‘Shh,’ she cut him off, licking a shiny wet line from his throat to his pubis. When she heard