Free One Night More by Clara Bayard
Authors: Clara Bayard
again to complete fullness.
Eventually I found my rhythm and forgot all about the way my belly must have looked or how my breasts swayed. With hair falling in my face I moved again and again, adding a swivel of my hips and a tightening of my core.
More than any other exquisite moment with Sam, I came alive then. With tender hands caressing my breasts, my belly, my hips, and his column of iron heat within me, I had the power, but we worked together, coaxing new levels of pleasure from each other.
The only sounds in the room were the slid of flesh against flesh and our breathing, growing louder in unison.
Sam reached between us and rubbed at my clit with his thumb, sending me rocketing into space, calling out his name. But before the waves of pleasure abated he wrapped his arms around me and turned us.
Now I was beneath him, warmed and shielded by his bulk. I watched the last bit of control leave his face and he bent his head to kiss me hard. His cock slid back deep and this time he kept the pace, a rough, wild series of thrusts.
Nonsensical mutterings flew from my mouth as I crested another wave of climax. But still he went, deeper, harder, driving fully inside, claiming me for his own.
And when finally, with a groan, he reached his own completion, he sank down, his entire weight on me, so heavy and welcome.
He took a few jagged breaths once the convulsions stopped. "Just like I said, paradise."
I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting the damp curls off of his neck. "And just like I said, you talk too much."
Sam chuckled. "You're awfully sassy today, baby."
"That's what you do to me."
"That's all I do to you?"
"No. There are a few other things too." The thin sheen of sweat cooling on my skin made me shiver.
Sam yanked a blanket over us as he continued to soften inside me. "Please, tell me about these other wonderful things I do to you."
"Well, this is one. Being so thoughtful and attentive right after sex."
He looked into my eyes. "There is nothing you do that I don't notice. And nothing I won't do to keep you safe and protected. And sexually satisfied."
I grinned. "I'm all of those right now."
He shook his head. "Not quite. I think you could stand for a little more satisfaction." His hips rotated and I felt his growing thick and hard again.
"I don't know if I need that."
"Of course you do. We're having a conversation and you're completely lucid. When you're done, really done, I want to unable to speak or move." His gaze was intense and sharp.
I clenched my muscles on him and hooked a leg around his hips. "Guess you better get to work then, huh?"
He leaned down and kissed me before starting the breathtaking slide all over again.
I woke up in the middle of the night and stretched languorously. As promised, Sam had left me sated and exhausted, but the quiet of the motel around us made it hard for me to stay asleep. My brain was used to filtering out the all-hours sounds of the city, unaccustomed to silence.
After a quick trip to the bathroom I took a moment to watch Sam sleep. His big body was sprawled across the double bed, but the spot I'd vacated still waited for me. I watched his chest rise and fall and smiled at the shock of dark hair that spread around his face.
I needed to ask him about the hair. I'd never seen a cop with long hair before. Sure, it wasn't hanging down his back or anything, but it brushed his broad shoulders in the back when he let it hang free. It was sexy as hell, just like the rest of him, but didn't really match his personality. Maybe it was part of his undercover work, or just a little bit of rebellion. Either way I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything about him.
Standing there in the dark, only a faint yellow light from outside, I realized I'd truly opened my heart to him, and he'd done the same. It was crazy and fast, but so was everything in my life right now. And this beautiful man was the best of it, the saving grace and shining beacon of hope. From his
Eventually I found my rhythm and forgot all about the way my belly must have looked or how my breasts swayed. With hair falling in my face I moved again and again, adding a swivel of my hips and a tightening of my core.
More than any other exquisite moment with Sam, I came alive then. With tender hands caressing my breasts, my belly, my hips, and his column of iron heat within me, I had the power, but we worked together, coaxing new levels of pleasure from each other.
The only sounds in the room were the slid of flesh against flesh and our breathing, growing louder in unison.
Sam reached between us and rubbed at my clit with his thumb, sending me rocketing into space, calling out his name. But before the waves of pleasure abated he wrapped his arms around me and turned us.
Now I was beneath him, warmed and shielded by his bulk. I watched the last bit of control leave his face and he bent his head to kiss me hard. His cock slid back deep and this time he kept the pace, a rough, wild series of thrusts.
Nonsensical mutterings flew from my mouth as I crested another wave of climax. But still he went, deeper, harder, driving fully inside, claiming me for his own.
And when finally, with a groan, he reached his own completion, he sank down, his entire weight on me, so heavy and welcome.
He took a few jagged breaths once the convulsions stopped. "Just like I said, paradise."
I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting the damp curls off of his neck. "And just like I said, you talk too much."
Sam chuckled. "You're awfully sassy today, baby."
"That's what you do to me."
"That's all I do to you?"
"No. There are a few other things too." The thin sheen of sweat cooling on my skin made me shiver.
Sam yanked a blanket over us as he continued to soften inside me. "Please, tell me about these other wonderful things I do to you."
"Well, this is one. Being so thoughtful and attentive right after sex."
He looked into my eyes. "There is nothing you do that I don't notice. And nothing I won't do to keep you safe and protected. And sexually satisfied."
I grinned. "I'm all of those right now."
He shook his head. "Not quite. I think you could stand for a little more satisfaction." His hips rotated and I felt his growing thick and hard again.
"I don't know if I need that."
"Of course you do. We're having a conversation and you're completely lucid. When you're done, really done, I want to unable to speak or move." His gaze was intense and sharp.
I clenched my muscles on him and hooked a leg around his hips. "Guess you better get to work then, huh?"
He leaned down and kissed me before starting the breathtaking slide all over again.
I woke up in the middle of the night and stretched languorously. As promised, Sam had left me sated and exhausted, but the quiet of the motel around us made it hard for me to stay asleep. My brain was used to filtering out the all-hours sounds of the city, unaccustomed to silence.
After a quick trip to the bathroom I took a moment to watch Sam sleep. His big body was sprawled across the double bed, but the spot I'd vacated still waited for me. I watched his chest rise and fall and smiled at the shock of dark hair that spread around his face.
I needed to ask him about the hair. I'd never seen a cop with long hair before. Sure, it wasn't hanging down his back or anything, but it brushed his broad shoulders in the back when he let it hang free. It was sexy as hell, just like the rest of him, but didn't really match his personality. Maybe it was part of his undercover work, or just a little bit of rebellion. Either way I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything about him.
Standing there in the dark, only a faint yellow light from outside, I realized I'd truly opened my heart to him, and he'd done the same. It was crazy and fast, but so was everything in my life right now. And this beautiful man was the best of it, the saving grace and shining beacon of hope. From his