Free Head Over Heels by Lena Matthews

of time to worship your beauty later. Now I’m just here at your command.”
    Oh, my. She loved the sound of that. Cyn walked around him and sat on her bed. She kicked her heels off and crossed her legs. “Undress for me.”
    He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and brought it over his head. His muscular chest was a bit tanner than she would have expected, but just as nice as she hoped. As quickly as he disposed of his shirt, he kicked off his shoes then moved his agile fingers to the button of his pants. As he slid his pants down, she took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart. There were no two ways about it. The man was an Adonis.
    Stock still, dressed in black boxers and a thin gold chain holding a saint medallion, he looked as if he was just waiting for her next instruction. But all rhyme and reason slipped from her mind the minute his pants hit the floor. All she wanted now was him.
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    “Don’t stop there.” Her words were a whispered plea. One he answered promptly and with no question.
    He moved his hands to his sides and pushed his boxers past his lean hips until they pooled on the floor next to his discarded pants. His hard cock was long and thick and just what she needed to quench her hunger.
    Licking her lips, she stood and pulled her dress off. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. His eyes lit up as her breasts were bared, but unlike Cyn, he apparently wasn’t in the mood for visual foreplay.
    “Come here,” he ordered huskily.
    Going to him was harder than sitting still and watching him undress, but from the intense look in his eyes, she would have to say he felt the exact same way. They met half way, lips crushing into lips, fingers touching and teasing. It was as if everything before this moment had been a long, torturous version of foreplay, and now they both wanted to get to the heart of the matter.
    They fed off one another’s hunger. Kissing, touching, moving against each other as their passion rose. As if they were of like minds, they began to make their way back to her bed, all without breaking free of their embrace.
    Big mistake. Cyn’s desire was no match for her equilibrium. In their haste to be with one another, they didn’t take mind of her shoes lying aimlessly on the floor and tripped.
    The force was great enough to tear her mouth from his as they tumbled backwards.
    Luckily the bed was right behind them, leaving them a soft place to fall.
    “Fuck,” Parker muttered as he braced his hands to cushion his collapse on top of her.
    Holding himself so as not to crush her with his weight, he smiled down at Cyn, who was having a hard time trying to keep it together. This wasn’t romantic, erotic or sexy.
    But it was fun. And sometimes being able to have fun with a man in bed was more important than being able to have an orgasm with one.
    Hopefully, though, that wouldn’t be the case tonight, because the undercurrent of sexual energy he was creating was enough to warm her on the coldest of nights.

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    Leaning more to the left, he used his right hand to brush away strands of hair cascading into her face. “I imagined it going a lot smoother than that.”
    “A bit more cool, I suppose.”
    “Not necessarily cool…just not so bumbling.”
    “Oh, I don’t know.” She slithered underneath him until her pelvis was directly lined up with the large mass stretching out to greet her. Comfortable with him over her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, loving the full feel of him inside the confines of her thighs. “I think you hit your mark.”
    He pressed his hips forward forcefully. “I met my mark for sure, but this isn’t the way I wanted to be introduced to her. I think she and I now deserve a little verbal time.
    To communicate that is.”
    Cyn laughed, as she ran her hands through his soft, silky hair. “Let the peace treaties begin.”
    ”If you hear me shouting ‘thank you, God’