Free A Fateful Wind by Suzette Stone

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    “Your hands are freezing.” He took them both and rubbed them between his palms. She shifted toward him, allowing him to move his hands up and down her arms in an effort to warm her. He enjoyed the feeling of her body next to his. “Why were you so unhappy? I may be able to help.”
    Smiling, she shook her head. “We come from two different lifestyles. What could you possibly know about my life?”
    “Well, I could try.” He brought her in closer, wrapping his arms protectively around her and pulling her against his chest.
    “Have you ever been married?”
    He shook his head. “No, but I’ve friends who have.”
    An amused smile crossed her face.
    He stroked a rain drop from her cheek. “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing.” She gazed into his eyes for a moment before turning away to lay her head on his chest.
    The thunder rolled outside, each bang rattling the small shed. The rain was squalling around, falling like heavy rocks upon the roof.
    Jack held her tighter against him, his hands now smoothing the raven hair she let fall from her bonnet.
    She moved her hands up toward his neck and lazily ran her fingers through the tuft of chest hair peeking over the top button of his shirt. He groaned quietly at the feeling of her hand on his body, her head on his chest. He gently lifted her chin. Bending down, he brushed his lips against hers, the intimacy of it sending waves of passion throughout his groin. Her lips were soft, her sweet breath enticing him deeper and deeper until his mouth was upon hers. Their lips joined together, tasting and licking, the clash of tongues eagerly searching the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth closer to her. He moved his hands deftly over her body, seeking out the warmth of her breasts as he cautiously ran his fingers over the soft inviting mounds.
    Jenna groaned as he undid the buttons of her blouse, unleashing the firm flesh underneath. Her nipples were hard and taut as he moved his mouth slowly away from hers, running his lips over the hollow of her neck closer and closer toward her breast, kissing and licking the body which already felt so familiar to him.
    “Oh, Jenna.” He moved his lips back up to hers. He held her face between his hands. She opened her eyes and gazed into his with such longing that he wished to take her, right here in the small shed amidst the storm.
    But this was not good enough for her. He wanted to give her the world right now, to take her away from all of this, take her somewhere they could be together, where class and distinction meant nothing. He moved his lips over her face, fervently kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. Jenna breathed heavily, sighing and gyrating her body against his bulging manhood.
    “Oh, Jenna, you’re so beautiful.” He burrowed his head once more into her inviting cleavage. “I wish I could make love to you over and over again.”
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    Jenna moaned with a longing she never felt before, a foreign, overwhelming anxious desire she could do little to quell. With eyes closed, she tilted her head back, enjoying the feeling of his hot lips against her skin. Cautiously, Jack moved his hands up underneath her skirt, gently stroking the soft skin of her thighs, inching closer and closer to the dewy warmth that lay between. She arched her hips toward him, inviting his hands further. As his fingertips brushed her lips, she whimpered with desire, rotating her hips up and down. His fingers sought out her creamy wetness, moving one finger gently inside her, whilst his mouth grazed hungrily on her breast.
    “Oh, Jack, I want you,” she murmured, reveling in the feeling of his touch upon her. So this is how it’s meant to feel, is it ? she thought. Waves of passion swept over her body as Jack’s finger brought her to the very brink of climax. She felt powerless, as though her whole body would explode as the force shuddered over her.
    He lifted his face from her chest and gazed at