Free Words of Love by Hazel Hunter Page B

god,” she gasped.  
    With her hands trapped between his, it was as if she were touching herself and the pleasure there was quickly spiraling out of control. Her heart thudded in her chest and blood pounded in her ears as the pulsing in her sweet spot kept pace. His fingertips nuzzled it yet again.
    “Brett,” she whimpered just as her abdomen convulsed.
    His arousal was trapped between them and she felt its hot length throb along her backside. The moist warmth of his breath washed down the front of her. His hips flexed, pressing himself against her. And then their hands moved and he stroked her again.
    Her mound moved of its own accord and rose against his touch. And as it did, he squeezed. A tingling sensation that bordered on burning suddenly engulfed her sweet spot and she whimpered and gasped, hardly able to breathe. A deep spasm convulsed her and her hips shook with a desperate need to respond.
    Then in one smooth movement, Brett suddenly swept her up from behind. Though the cavern around them spun, she realized he was moving toward the tent.

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    As Brett gently lowered Jesse’s feet to the floor, he sat on the edge of his bed and guided her toward him. He quickly leaned back, pulling her with him and then astride him. With her knees beside his hips, her exquisite body hovered just above him. Her hips still quaked with tiny jerks and her breathing was already heavy but, as her knees spread, her moist entrance slowly settled on his arousal’s engorged tip. Placing his hands around her tiny waist, he guided her down.
    Her eyes squeezed shut and she uttered a little cry as she sank down on him. His own hips couldn’t help but jerk in response and he thrust upward. He pressed into her, feeling her softness completely sheath him. The hot glide of flesh against flesh tugged at him, urged him deeper, and he drove upward. He thudded into her and a sharp grunt escaped her as she hunched forward, riding higher.
    He gently captured a plump breast in each hand, palming them, molding them easily until they swelled under his fingers. Jesse’s back arched in response and a small moan was forced from her parted lips. No sooner had his hips relaxed, though, then he had to thrust again. She leaned forward into his hands, breathing harder, trying to find a balance. But the wait in the shower had been too long and his hips were beginning to pump with pent-up need.
    Slow down , he told himself, but the sight and feel of her were blotting out control. It was beyond reason and unlike anything he’d ever known. Only this morning they had made love and he had spent himself inside her, and yet it felt as though it’d never happened. His body yearned for her in a way that was never satiated. The more he had her, the more she surrendered to him, the more he craved.
    Her hands landed on his chest as she leaned forward, riding him. Her sinuous torso writhed and the smooth muscles of her abdomen contracted. He drove up into her and plunged deep, one thrust after another. And with each thrust, her hips answered his and took him inside completely. Her whimpering gasps of pleasure were quick and shallow. She was maddening, seductive, and utterly irresistible.
    “Jesse,” he hissed between clenched teeth.  
    At that, her eyes fluttered open and a tiny furrowing of her eyebrows suddenly made him slow.
    “No,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

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    Every muscle in his glistening upper body stood out.  
    Though the light from the lantern was dim, Jesse could see it reflected off the curves of Brett’s chest. His neck and shoulders were taut with the effort it took to thrust into her, which he did yet again.  
    The sweet fullness filled her and she sank down on him with all her weight. His shaft was swollen and throbbing, spearing into her like a rod of steel. She groaned at the deep pressure of it, wanting as much of him as she could take. She spread her knees, arched her back, and the