Free 9781631051500RekindlingtheFlameLeFoy by Eva LeFoy Page B

dinner and a restful sleep in the most luxurious seaside hotel Marcy had ever seen, Paul had woken Marcy and lured her out into the dense forest surrounding Neah Bay with the promise of a picnic. To her complete surprise, he’d produced a picnic basket he’d had filled at the front desk, a blanket, and he’d even packed her Keens. He’d laughed as she’d blinked at him, trying to take it all in. When had he found the time to plan all this? Neither of them had a moment to spare these days. Work seemed to rule both their lives.
    For the millionth time, she reached for her cell phone in her pocket and then remembered. It’s not there. She felt naked without it, lost. In her heart she worried about her business, her customers needing her to straighten out their accounting problems. But she kept her mouth shut and went along with Paul’s plan, eager to see where he’d take her.
    After hiking a few miles through trees and mud and ferns, he spread out the blanket in a nice soft, secluded spot, laid her on it and plopped down next to her. Rolling onto his side, he kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. She locked her lips around his tongue and sucked. Down below, her panties grew moist as Paul speared her mouth repeatedly and moaned. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer. God, she’d missed this.
    Seconds later, he pulled his lips from hers. “Take your shirt off.”
    She gasped “Here? What if somebody sees us?”
    Paul raised one eyebrow. “We didn’t see one person on the way in, and besides, I don’t care. I want you. Here, now.” His dark fingers went to work on the buttons of her shirt. When he had them all undone, he spread the material wide. His hands slid below the fabric of her bra to palm her ample breasts.
    Marcy was already embarrassed, but somehow the daylight and the unusual circumstance had her sweating bullets. How long had it been since they’d made love with the lights on, much less au natural? She desperately wished she was skinnier. Paul’s hands slid her bra down and she laid her own hands over his, stopping him. “Paul, I’m not sure about this.”
    “Shh. I love your breasts this big. Let me see them.” He reached behind, unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Her creamy, large breasts spilled out, the nipples semi-hard. She felt naked, exposed. But when his large hands covered them and squeezed, some of her nervousness ebbed.
    He lowered his mouth and sucked on one, then gave it a little bite. The scrape of his teeth tightened the bud and sent tingles from her breast to her pussy. He nibbled again, then gave the other nipple the same attention.
    “Paul.” Oh God, her pussy was already wet. She opened her legs and writhed underneath his possessive caress.
    “Yes, baby. I want you to touch your breasts. Hold them, squeeze them while I get us undressed.”
    She gulped and put her hands on her breasts. “Like this?”
    “Yeah. Pinch the nipples. Harder.” Paul took his shirt off and tossed it aside, revealing a taut six-pack stomach. How the hell he kept in such great shape while on the road she didn’t know. Her man was as gorgeous today as the day she’d married him. The sight of his naked body had her fingernails digging into the swell of her breasts.
    “Yeah, baby. Oh fuck, that’s hot. Do it some more.”
    She keyed on the rough sound of Paul’s voice and dug her painted pink nails deep into her flesh. The sensation tightened her nipples even more, until they wanted to be sucked hard. She swept a finger over the top of one and moaned, arching her back.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” Paul slid her jeans and panties down then unzipped his own. As he shoved his boxers down, his cock sprang free, the end of it moist with pre-cum.
    Her husband had the longest, thickest prick she’d ever seen. Already, her walls clenched at the thought of having him inside her. Still, she worried her thighs were too fat. She tensed when he touched them.
    “I