“Please,” she whispered, her head rolling against the mattress as she arched into his mouth, begging for more than a teasing caress. He closed his lips firmly around one bud, tormenting her other nipple with the gentle pinch of his fingers. He opened his mouth wide, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could, then drew back and sucked hard.
He moved over her, settling between her legs as he continued to kiss, suck, lick her breasts in every way he’d ever imagined. Her legs wrapped around his torso and she ground against him. Her slip had ridden up her hips, and her bare, moist heat rubbed hotly against his abdomen. The scent of her arousal hung in the air, musky and sweet at the same time. She was killing him.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Her eyes were bright and glassy with desire, her curls spread behind her head in a sexy tousle. Her slip twisted around her waist, baring her plump, perky breasts above and her lush tangle of dark golden curls PrivateParty
below. Her parted legs offered him an unimpeded view of her pink, glistening flesh. The part of his brain still capable of thought marveled at the gorgeously sensual creature that lurked under Julie’s wholesome exterior. Lying there across his bed, she looked sexy, eager, and hotter than any woman had a right to be.
His cock twitched, and he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He’d waited too many damn years for Julie. He had to get inside her. Now.
He stood up and quickly shucked his boxers.
“Oh my,” she said in a tiny voice as his erection sprang free.
He couldn’t suppress the purely masculine surge of pride when he saw the flash of admiration in her eyes. And behind that…nervousness. Leaning down, he braced his weight with his arms and caught her mouth in another scorching kiss. “This is going to be good. So good.” He grabbed a condom, and, with a quick motion, he sheathed himself and settled his weight between her thighs. Reaching down, he positioned himself against her opening and thrust inside.
“God, your pussy is so tight,” he whispered, working his thick length inside of her. His eyes drifted closed as he felt the firm clasp of her sleek muscles gripping his cock. He thrust again, more firmly, and she let out a little mewl.
He may have been brainless with lust, but he would have to be blind not to notice the grimace of pain that crossed her face.
“Damn.” Even that mild curse sounded strange coming from her lips. She smiled sheepishly and traced her fingers down his cheek. “It’s been a long time.” The soft chuckle that followed made her tighten around him unbearably, and his eyes nearly crossed as the hot silken heat of her gripped his cock.
He gritted his teeth, ruthlessly stifling the urge to thrust hard and deep. “How long?” She sucked in a breath and tentatively thrust her hips. “One lackluster encounter nearly a year ago.” What the hell was wrong with his half brother? How in the hell could he have managed to keep his hands off her? Chris couldn’t have made sense of it under the best of circumstances, and he certainly couldn’t now when all of the blood had most definitely left his brain.
He tried desperately to form a coherent thought, not an easy task when he was nine inches deep in the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever felt. He should have taken this more slowly, given her more time to get accustomed to his size…He attempted to pull out. She winced again, and the cold reality of her pain released some of the blood back to his brain. Fuck. In all of his eagerness to rock her world beyond anything she’d ever known, he’d ended up hurting her. Hurt though he may be at her using him to get PrivateParty
back at his brother, it was important that she really, really enjoy this. Nothing like knowing you’re causing a woman considerable discomfort to kill the mood.
But Julie had other ideas. “No,” she said, clenching her legs tightly about his waist. “Don’t you dare stop.” She punctuated her command with a tiny upward thrust of her hips, and his balls tightened at the exquisite friction.
“You should have told me.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, wanting to soothe and comfort her now that he’d gone after her with all the finesse of a sixteen-year-old on prom night. “I would have gone a little easier on you.”
“Somehow I didn’t think this was the right place to talk about Brian and our disastrous sex life.” Her hands ran up and down his spine, and it took all his willpower to resist the urge to thrust even deeper.
“Please, don’t stop,” she said again. “I want this. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like I want you.”
Another little thrust of her hips, and Chris firmly grasped them in her hands to prevent any more movement. “Julie, stop moving. I don’t want to hurt you.” She squeezed her inner muscles, clenching and releasing his cock in an unbearable caress. A crafty little smile crossed her lips, and she clenched again. He threw his head back, eyes squeezed tight. There was really only so much a man could take.
He reached his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding the plump bud of her clit. “Don’t move,” he said again, circling her in tight, firm strokes. Within seconds she was melting around him, hips rising in tiny, unconscious pulses as she grew slicker with every flick of his thumb.
The tight, tingling sensation started at the base of his spine, working its way to his balls. He wasn’t going to last. She was so close, her breath coming in harsh pants, her nipples drawn into tight, cherry red peaks, her orgasm just over the horizon. But he couldn’t stay inside her one second longer without coming, and he’d cut off his left nut before he let himself come before she did. Time for more drastic measures.
“No,” Julie protested when Chris gently but firmly unwrapped her legs from around his waist and withdrew. Frustrated, tears sprang into her eyes. “You can’t stop now.” Not when she was so close to what she knew would be the most intense orgasm of her life. Not to mention the only orgasm she’d ever had at the hands—so to speak—of someone else.
He cut her off with another of his spine melting kisses. “I’m not stopping, Jules.” He slid down a bit, so PrivateParty
that his head was level with hers and his stomach pressed between her legs. His hand came up to cradle her jaw. She forgot what she was saying as his tongue leisurely explored her mouth. “I’m going to make everything a hell of a lot better.”
Her arousal returned in full force. His eyes narrowed, the blue barely visible between the thick black lashes. He wore such a look of determination. Determined to give her pleasure.
His fingers and tongue lavished attention on her nipples, until she thought she’d go crazy if he didn’t stop and kill him if he did. His hand trailed down to ease the moist flesh between her legs, caressing, soothing, and incredibly arousing all at the same time. She sat up in shock when his mouth followed.
Not for the first time, she wondered at her impulsive decision to have sex with Chris. Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself—she was, more than with any other man in her entire life. But it was all so much more intense, so much more overwhelming than she ever could have imagined.
Like now, she thought as she looked down, shocked at the sight of the dark waves of his hair contrasting with the pale skin of her thighs. She’d always been too embarrassed to let a man do this to her, but her self-consciousness fled at the first firm flick of his tongue across her already over-sensitized flesh. She moaned in delight as the sweet, hot pressure of his lips sent pulses of delight singing through every nerve ending. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” The deep rumble of his voice tickled against her. “But now I’m gonna kiss it all better.”
His tongue was magic, swirling and dipping into her aching core. Her fists clenched at the comforter, her head tossed back and forth. Never in her wildest fantasies could she have imagined anything feeling better. First one, then two fingers slid inside, stretching her wide, teasing against a bundle of nerves she’d never even known existed.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he murmured, his frank language sending a blush through her entire body.
“You have no idea how many times I jerked off dreaming of fucking you with my tongue and my fingers.” The image sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her squirm against his hungry mouth.
Her moans and squeals of pleasure melded with the hot wet sucking sounds of his loving. Tension knotted in her belly. The firm pressure of his fingers sliding slowly in and out, the gentle suction of his lips and tongue sent her spiraling. She couldn’t have held back her orgasm if she’d wanted to. Her back arched off the bed, and she came on a seemingly endless wave, her harsh cries fading into soft sighs as the tremors eased.
It could have been seconds or hours that she lay there, slightly dazed. Her hands unclenched from the comforter and flopped, palm up on either side of her head. Slowly she became aware of Chris, kissing his way up her belly and rib cage. He stopped to tease her nipple with the barest flick of his tongue, as though realizing that the hypersensitive peak couldn’t bear firm suction just now.
“Better?” he whispered, settling himself once again between her legs. She felt him, unbelievably thick and hard, pressing insistently against her inner thighs.
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“Much, thanks,” she said, and giggled in response to the wide grin that spread across his face.
“You sound like you’re thanking me for tea,” he teased, bending his head for a kiss. One hand reached up and threaded through her hair, while the other caught her leg and hitched it over his hip. He shifted, and she reveled in the stretch and slide as he pushed the very tip of his shaft inside of her.
“Ready to try this again?”
She tried to say yes, but instead all that came out was a garbled “yah” as the slick pressure and friction of him inside her sent renewed heat coursing through her.
A tendon stood out in sharp relief on his neck and sweat dripped from his temples as he struggled to maintain control. This time he didn’t surge forward, but slowly squeezed inside, inch by tantalizing inch, until finally he was buried so deep tingles jolted up and down her spine.
“You okay?” His face was drawn in tight lines of concentration, and his arms trembled a little as they supported his weight.
He looked beautiful and savage as he held himself above her, his entire body rippling while he struggled to maintain control. Experimentally, she shifted her hips, gasping sharply as the movement brought the base of his cock against her clitoris. Mistaking it for a sound of pain, he swore and started to pull away.
“I’m sorry—”
“No, please, don’t stop. It doesn’t hurt, I swear.” Julie surged against him again, needing him to move.
“It feels good, so unbelievably good.” Sliding her hands down his back, she grasped his buttocks, pressing him even more deeply inside of her. “I think I can feel your heartbeat inside of me.” It was all the encouragement he needed. Finally he began to move, slowly sliding in and out, groaning as she squeezed around him, trying to pull him deeper with every stroke.
Instinctively she drew up her knees to open herself more fully. He hooked his hands under her knees and pressed her thighs back against her chest, spreading her open so that she could feel his shaft slide against her clitoris on every stroke.
Vaguely she heard her moans, increasing in volume with every thrust. Her nails dug into the hard muscles of his buttocks, and her cries urged him on as he pumped in and out, until another orgasm hit her with such force she could swear she saw stars.
His head was thrown back and a guttural cry ripped from his throat as his own climax hit him. She milked him gently, feeling a delicious sense of power as he ground against her. When he collapsed on top of her, she cradled him with her arms and legs wrapped around him.
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He was so much bigger than she, she should have felt smothered. But instead she burrowed her face into his neck, feeling an immense satisfaction. She, boring little Julie Driscoll, had the power to turn Chris Dennison into a quivering, helpless mass of male flesh.
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hris lay on top of her for several minutes, vaguely aware that he was probably crushing her but unable to move. He buried his nose in her neck, catching the sweet scent of her skin mingling with his own sweat. He was still trembling with the spine-melting intensity of his orgasm, but just the smell of himself on her was enough to make his dick go half hard inside her.
Finally he rolled to the side, hardly able to believe what just happened even as she snuggled into his chest. Julie Driscoll was lying naked in his bed, all but purring after a bout of the hottest, lustiest sex he’d ever had. Proving that reality was much, much better than any fantasy he could ever come up with.
He trailed his right hand over her silky blonde curls, over the curve of her shoulder, and down the smooth line of her arm. He covered her hand with his, wincing as reality intruded in the form of her giant engagement ring scraping against his palm.
“What happens now?” he asked.
Julie propped up on his chest and gave him a sleepy smile. “I was thinking I’d give you about five minutes or so to recover, and then maybe we could do it again?” Blood pooled in his groin at her suggestion, but now that the edge had been taken off his hunger he wasn’t so easily distracted. “I mean with Brian,” he said, his thumb and forefinger closing over the massive rock on her finger for emphasis. “Are you getting a divorce?”
“I don’t know.” Julie tugged her hand away spreading her fingers and frowning at the offending piece of jewelry. But she didn’t bother to remove it.
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His jaw clenched as every muscle tensed. “You can’t possibly stay with him. Not after what he did. Not after what
we
just did.”
“I don’t want to talk about it tonight.” She feathered kisses across his chest. “Right now I don’t want to think about anything but this.” Her hand slid between his legs, capturing his burgeoning erection with a low murmur of satisfaction.
Chris closed his eyes, arching up into her hand. She was right. Why complicate things? Why dwell on the fact that less than twenty-four hours ago, she had married his brother? None of that mattered tonight.