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.She d opened a door to him and it seemed he was side-stepping, but shehad no time to think about it.He kissed her, instantly drawing her back into a world of vibrant sensation,bombarding her with such intense excitement it was impossible not to give herself up to it.He kissed the pulse at the base of her throat, heating her entire bloodstream.He kissed her breasts, histongue swirling around her nipples, lashing them into peaks of hard need, then sucking them into hismouth, making a wildly erotic feast of taste and titillation that drove her into offering them up for more ofit, her own hands sliding under and lifting the soft flesh, wantonly aiding and abetting the exquisiteravishment, totally enthralled by it.But he didn t stay there.He moved lower, sweeping kisses over her stomach, teasing her navel with histongue, grazing his mouth over the erogenous zones under her hipbones, causing her skin to twitch withpleasure, his hands caressing her legs apart, long, shiver-inducing, purposeful caresses on her inner thighs,and the tension of becoming more and more intimately exposed to him had every nerve and muscle in herbody poised on a very fine edge in anticipation of being touched there, and taken to even more extremesof feeling.Her stomach was contracting.Her heart was drumming in her ears.Her breathing was reduced to quickpanting, her mind seized with the waiting, the knowing it would come, focussed totally on how it wouldbe, her eyes shut tight, instinctively closing out everything else so that her entire being was tuned to thisinner world of Jake s making.She felt his fingers slide slowly between the folds of her sex, seeking the source of the moist heat thatsurely told him how wildly aroused she was.They circled the highly sensitive opening while his thumb laidbare her clitoris, caressing it into a stiff pulsing peak, which he then covered with his mouth, licking,sucking, making her body arch with almost torturous tension.She couldn t bear it.Couldn t&Her hands scrambled into his hair, tugging, begging an end to it.Her inner muscles were convulsing, hernerves screaming, yet she cried out at the loss of the strangely sweet torment as he released her from it,lifting himself up to position himself for the plunge into ultimate intimacy.Her hands kneaded his back muscles in desperate wanting.Her legs curled around his taut buttocks, herfeet urging him to a fast entry.The need was so compelling, nothing else existed for her.She hated theenforced pause for him to slide on a condom, savagely wished there d been no need for it.But it was sheer bliss when he came into her, filling the aching void.The relief of it sent ripples of pleasure throughher entire body.She felt herself pulsing around him, melting, and the glorious heavenliness of it put anecstatic smile on her face. Don t hide from me, Merlina.Open your eyes.He was deep inside her, beautifully wonderfully deep.It was difficult to tear her concentration away fromhow it felt, yet Jake was giving her this pleasure.It wasn t fair to keep it to herself.She opened her eyes,not even thinking of what she might see in his. You re smiling, he said, smiling right back at her, happy that she was happy with him. Feels good, she said, only just stopping herself from blurting out that she loved the sense of having himlike this. Only good? he quizzed, his smile tilting into a teasing quirk. Great? she offered, wishing he wasn t asking for a rating of his performance.It smacked of playboygames and this was no game to her.She wanted to think this was more than just sex for him animportant connection that was being heightened, deepened by the physical union. Great is good but  the joyous twinkles in his eyes fused into a look of burning purpose   I aim toimprove on that.His mouth claimed hers in a kiss of driving passion, his tongue invading strongly, then matching theplunging rhythm of his body, reinforcing his possession, doubling the intense intimacy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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