‘Fire on,’ he murmured as he stripped off his sweater and threw it away.
Flames leapt to life in the firepit, gilding his tensed muscles in an orange glow, highlighting the dark curls of hair arrowing down to his groin.
She watched transfixed as he undid his belt, stripped off the black jeans and boxer shorts. His erection sprang up, taunting her, tempting her. His penis was longer and thicker than it had been that afternoon, and even more magnificent. The flames from the firepit seemed to lick at her sex, where the throbbing pulse was swelling the sensitive nerve-endings.
‘Lose the pants, Cassandra,’ he demanded, and the gruff murmur reminded her of how his voice had dragged her out of the abyss minutes before.
‘Shh... It’s okay, I’ve got you.’
She blinked, shuddered, and then jerked into action, ruthlessly trying to contain the warmth swelling in her chest.
Don’t think about that.
She scrambled to undo the borrowed jeans, shoving them down her legs, taking one woolly sock with them in her haste, frantic to banish the foolish, misguided emotions.
Still about sex. All about sex. Nothing more.
‘Now let’s lose the panties,’ he added, his gruff chuckle reverberating at her core as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged the lace down her legs.
She lifted her bottom to help him, shaking uncontrollably when he flung her panties away and knelt between her legs. He cradled her bare bottom in large palms, sending sensation reeling, and then leant forward to capture one turgid nipple between his teeth.
She bucked off the sofa cushions. His soft nip was like touching a live wire to her breast as sensation slammed down to her core. He feasted on each tortured peak, tugging and tasting and tempting, licking and sucking, then blazed a trail down her belly to blow on the curls of her sex.
She moaned, gasped, propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he parted the wet folds with his thumbs and feasted.
She threw her head back as the focussed attention of his tongue, so devious, so perfect, so sure, made an inferno rip through her.
The orgasm hit with staggering speed and intensity, slamming into her like a freight train. And she flew, remembering the flight of that eagle...soaring over the waves.
As she came down, floating in afterglow, his dark shadow rose over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the orange glow from the firepit. But she wasn’t scared any more. She was alive.
She held on to his shoulders, widened her knees to cradle his hips. She needed him to plunge deep and take away the shudder of emotion, that raw feeling of connection.
‘I don’t have a condom,’ he said, his voice strained.
‘I wear a contraceptive patch,’ she managed, never more grateful for the period pains which had blighted her life for so many years before she’d found the solution.
‘I’m clean,’ he said. ‘I get a test each year for my insurance and I’ve never gone bareback...before now.’
It took her dazed mind a moment to work out that there was a question in his statement. ‘You’re my...’ She stopped dead, realising she had almost revealed the truth of their first night. ‘I haven’t slept with anyone for a while. Not since college,’ she added trying to make the lie convincing.
‘Yeah?’ he said.
He tilted his head, considering, and she thought for one horrendous moment she’d been busted. But then his expression became fierce.
‘Good to know.’
His fingers firmed on her hips and the huge head of his erection butted her sex. She had a moment to register the self-satisfied tone, and a moment more to panic that she might have exposed herself again, but then every thought flew out of her head as he pressed home.
He surged deep, filling her to the hilt. Then he began to move. Rocking out, surging back, rolling his hips to conquer every part of her.
Her surge of emotion combined with the shock of sensation. Sharpening, twisting, torturing...
Her shattered sobs matched his deep grunts, her thundering heartbeat echoing in her chest as they moved together in blissful unison. The wave gathered and built like a tsunami this time, so much bigger and bolder than before.
Reaching down, he found the heart of her pleasure, his touch triggering a massive release. The wave barrelled through her and sent her soaring into the stratosphere. She flew free for what felt like an eternity, her body shimmering with bliss. Then collapsed, exhausted and spent, back to earth.
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