were slightly parted, her breathing uneven as she watched him with hungry eyes.
He took a long time worshipping her body with his mouth—her neck, the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat rapidly, her breasts, her hard pebbled nipples, the smooth skin of her stomach. He spent long moments licking the wet flesh of her cunt.
She wasn’t a passive participant by any means. Her hands rubbed his arms and slid across the flexing muscles in his back, her lips kissing his skin every place she could reach. She even managed to slide one hand between them and found the hard buttons of his nipples, scraping her nails over them. He caught his breath at the electricity of her touch.
He shifted slightly to give her better access to his body and she wrapped her slim fingers around his cock, squeezing gently. Her thumb brushed back and forth against the head, just a whisper of a touch that made him shudder. Lifting her head just slightly she licked his nipples and nipped them lightly.
His control shredded, he bent her leg as she’d done before. Paying careful attention to her wounded leg, he positioned himself at her opening, slid his palms beneath her ass and drove himself home with a slow, steady thrust.
Holy hell!
Josh was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Her heat surged through his body, making his blood pump and his balls draw up in need. He pulled in a deep breath to steady himself then began the age-old rhythm that pushed them both up that elusive peak.
Ness clutched his arms, using them as leverage to move her hips in tempo with him and rub her breasts against his chest. Her sexy little whimpers drove him crazy. It was a little awkward at first, shifting his weight so he didn’t bump into the cast, but with a little maneuvering he found a good position for them both.
“Look at me, Ness,” he commanded.
She opened her eyes and looked straight into his and for a frightening moment he thought she could see right into the heart of his soul. Then he was lost in the passion and lust, in the movement of their bodies, the feel of her tight cunt squeezing him.
“Josh, Josh, Josh,” she chanted. “More. Harder.
He pumped into her, gritting his teeth to hold on until he felt the first tremors of her orgasm rising again and then with a final thrust he carried them both over the edge, exploding like a maniac into the latex reservoir.
He somehow managed to have enough sense to catch his weight on his elbows, ease himself from her and roll to the side to keep away from the leg with the cast. As soon as he could catch his breath he headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom then slid back into bed beside Ness. Again being careful of her cast he cradled her body against his. God, she felt so soft and warm, her skin as smooth as satin.
“Mmm,” she murmured in a soft, sleepy voice.
“I second that.”
Brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her head, he kissed her cheek. He’d had good sex before. Spectacular sex. Definitely his fair share. But what he’d just shared with this woman had a different texture to it altogether. One he wasn’t sure he was ready to fully look at. Instead he brushed another kiss over her skin.
“Sleep, Ness. Take a nap. I don’t think we’re finished for the night.”
Chapter Five
Josh woke as he usually did, fully alert. And very aware of the warm, soft woman sleeping in his arms. The slightly achy condition of his body was a sharp reminder of the many ways he’d been “inventive” during the night. Ness was like a drug he hadn’t been able to get enough of. He wanted just a little more, then a little more than that until they’d both fallen into an exhausted sleep. The intensity of that need worried him. So far Ness was different from the other women he dated but he’d only known her for a couple of days. If he continued to see her he’d have to be sure to keep his guard up.
If he continued to see her? Who was he kidding? That was almost a given. He hoped
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