Free Someone Perfect for Mr. Moore by Lucy J. Whittaker

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when she wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her legs around his
waist.
    “I’m…okay.” she whispered.  He obviously wanted her so
badly; it was a complete turn on for her.  She took a deep breath and braced
herself for the rough ride she was sure to get. 
    They came together as violently as the storm that continued
outside.  Neither noticed the thunder that vibrated the house as it passed
right over them.  They were completely locked into one another.  Gasping as
they both strained for a goal, one of complete and utter pleasure.
    Dean shifted slightly and Lucy felt the head of his penis
hit a sweet spot inside her.  She could feel another orgasm building,
threatening to blow her head off.
    “Oh… Dean…oh my…please…don’t stop.”  She cried out as she
dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her body toward him.
    Dean bottomed out inside her again and again; he could feel
his orgasm building.  It raced up his legs and centered at the base of his
spine.  He could feel his balls tightening as he dug his toes into the
mattress.  He felt her body clamp down on his cock and he came with bone
melting sensation, collapsing on top of her.
    They lay together for a few minutes, the storm had passed
over them and the room finally quieted, their harsh breathing the only noise.
    “Lucy, what am I going to do with you?”  Dean said into her
neck.
    Lucy had no idea how to answer that.  She felt her heart
skip a beat at the thought of leaving him.  They were from completely different
worlds.  Just because they were compatible sexually didn’t mean they could have
a real relationship.  He was rich and used to being in control, where she had
worked hard to become independent since her divorce.  She never thought she
would ever depend on a man again for anything.  She blushed as she felt Dean
pull out of her slick body.  She felt him collapse on his back beside her,
still breathing heavily, his hand resting possessively on her hip.  She laid an
arm across her eyes, willing her body and mind to calm down.  She worried her
lip as she thought about what he had said.
    They didn’t speak; they just laid in the darkness.  It was a
little while later that Lucy realized that Dean was sleeping.
    She knew she didn’t want to wake up in his bed.  Somehow it
was different for him to wake up in hers.  Quietly she got up and moved his
hand off her belly.  She pulled her damp robe over her chilled body, scrambling
in the dark somehow finding her top, but unable to find her panties.  Giving up
with a small sigh she went out the door he had left open to the balcony,
escaping back to her own room.
    She felt a prickle on her neck and looked around the long
expanse of the balcony.  Nicole stood at the far end of the porch.  Lucy looked
at her, feeling guilty that she had been caught leaving Dean.  She glanced back
as she opened her door and noticed she was already gone.  There was no way she
could explain what she was doing.  Everyone knew that she was only here
temporarily, but she couldn’t convince herself that she was doing something
wrong.  She had a bad feeling that she would leave here with a broken heart.
     
    Dean woke up the next morning and reached over to pull Lucy
closer to him.  He was surprised when he found her gone.  He wasn’t finished
with her yet.  Where the hell did she go?  He got up and threw his boxers on;
ignoring the ripped t-shirt he had worn last night.  The sun was just starting
to make its presence known when he slipped out onto the balcony and walked down
to her door.  He pushed it open quietly so he wouldn’t wake her.  He approached
the bed carefully in the heavily shadowed room.  The bed was empty; the
blankets were tangled like she had slept badly.  He could hear music playing
and he grinned as he realized she was in the shower. 
    His smile broadened as he imagined her naked with the water
streaming over her lush curves.  She would have nowhere to run