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SOME KIND OF SUMMER madness had seized Sandi, and there was nothing she could do about it. They were still only in the hallway, but she didn’t care. Her body felt alive with energy, hungry with need. The man in her arms was hot and hard and hungry too, and when she took off her top, he gave a deep, sexy groan that only added to her insanity.
She unclipped her bra and tossed it on the floor, then slid her hands up her skirt, tugged down her panties, and stepped out of them. Why she didn’t remove her skirt she had no idea, but Jace’s mouth was hot on hers, and his hands were soon sliding up her thighs, his murmured comments telling her how he’d been thinking of doing this since he saw her bare legs.
“I want you,” she whispered, clenching her hands in his hair and pulling his head down so she could kiss him. He tasted of chocolate—he must have had a sneaky chocolate cookie with his afternoon cup of coffee—and she slid her tongue against his and enjoyed the sweetness of him, feeling an answering tightening in her nipples that sent shocks down between her legs.
“Girl, you’re driving me from naught to sixty in seconds,” he said as she pushed at his jacket, trying to get it off his shoulders.
“Is that a complaint?” She managed to get it over his shoulders and he let it slip to the floor.
He looked down as she started to undo his shirt buttons. “I’m wondering if you’re only after me for one thing.”
She paused and looked up at him, suddenly guilty. She’d assumed he’d be up for sex, but maybe she’d misunderstood. If it were the other way around, she knew that a lot of women would be incensed at the assumption that they would be interested in going straight to bed without any romancing or conversation. He had asked her out to dinner, after all.
“I... I’m sorry,” she stuttered, her face flaming.
He laughed. “If you’re going to spend more time with me, you’ve got to be able to tell when I’m kidding.” He lifted her chin, and she saw that his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were filled with desire. “I’m going to fuck you until your teeth rattle,” he declared.
She inhaled sharply, and he gave her a sexy grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Thank God,” she murmured against his lips, and he laughed.
“I’m relieved,” he whispered, kissing around to her ear and nibbling the lobe. “All the way home, I was wondering how I was going to hide my hard-on.”
“Don’t do it on my account.” She pressed her hips to his, loving the feel of him, fully erect and hard as concrete. It almost made her cry with wonder. “I want you inside me,” she said, running the nails of one hand lightly across his scalp, making him shiver. “I don’t think I can wait, Jace.”
He needed no further prompting. He picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her along the corridor and into the living room. She had a brief glimpse of a large room with kauri wood flooring, huge windows overlooking the inlet, and thick bush leading down to the sparkling water, then she was on her back on the sofa, and Jace was crushing his lips to hers again.
“Mmm.” She wrapped her arms around him, reveling in the feel of him in her arms. His skin was hot beneath the cotton shirt, but he was kissing down her body, cupping her breasts and smoothing his tongue over her nipples, so he didn’t seem bothered about taking it off.
Sandi flopped onto her back on the sofa and gave herself up to the pursuit of pleasure. The room was warm, the slowly turning fan above her head feeling like the brush of a feather over her skin. Jace’s mouth was hot, and it seared over her breasts, teasing her sensitive skin, taking her closer to the edge with every soft suck and luscious lick.
She squirmed beneath him, wanting him inside her, but he placed kisses all the way down her body, until his lips reached the waistband of her skirt. He kissed down over the material, all the way to her knees, then even further, his lips grazing the bare skin of her calves.
“You have fantastic legs.” He kissed to her feet, his tongue teasing the ticklish instep. He removed the red sandals carefully, laced his tongue around her ankle bones, then kissed back up her calves. When he got to her skirt, he pushed the material slowly up, gradually revealing the paler skin of her thighs. Sandi held her breath as he bent and touched his lips there. “Like satin,” he whispered, and he kissed all the way up, pushing her thighs wide, so by the time he reached the top, she was lying there open for him.
Breathing heavily, he placed his thumb at her entrance and pushed it gently inside. She moaned, as turned on by the simmering heat in his eyes as by his delicate touch. Gathering up the moisture she knew would be there, he brushed his thumb up through her folds to her clit and circled it over the swollen button.
Sandi was almost self-combusting by now, and she stretched out and closed her eyes, quivering as she felt his lips on her inner thigh. Then she felt the hot wetness of his tongue lick right up before his mouth fastened on her clit.
“Aaahhh...” She shuddered and arched her back as white-hot heat spread through her. His fingers dug into her thighs as he sucked and teased her with his tongue, and it was only half a minute before she came, gasping with every pulse.
He continued to brush his tongue gently through her folds, and she moaned and clenched her hands in his hair. “I need you,” she said, her voice husky with need. “Jace, please...”
Lifting up, he unzipped his trousers, pushed down his boxers, produced a condom, and tore off the wrapper. He rolled the condom on an erection that put her in mind of Auckland’s Sky Tower, and then he was guiding the tip into her. With agonizing slowness, he pushed forward until he was sheathed inside her, right up to the hilt.
“Argh...” He closed his eyes and tipped back his head. “Jesus. That feels fucking amazing.”
“Mmm...” She tilted up her hips and rocked to meet his slow thrusts while unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Pushing the sides apart, she laid her hands on his warm skin and smoothed over his ribs. “You feel so good...”
He leaned over her and kissed her, stroking her bottom lip with his tongue. Feeling as if she were drowning in caramel, she murmured her approval, slipping her hands around to his back and then down under the elastic of his boxers and onto his firm muscles. They flexed under her fingers with each thrust, and she sighed, enjoying the experience of being with a guy who was so... manly.
“Why aren’t you married with six kids?” she wanted to know, her gaze blurring at the sensation of him sliding through her wet, sensitive skin.
“Waiting for the right girl.” He lifted his head and gave her an amused look before kissing her again.
She didn’t reply, not sure if he was just being funny or whether he was saying he thought she might be the right girl. It was far too soon to say things like that, obviously, but it was a pleasant compliment while they were in the middle of lovemaking.
What a glorious way to start the evening, with the late sun streaming over them, the stir of the fan, and the slow, inexorable seed of pleasure deep inside her that Jace seemed to know just how to cultivate. He obviously felt the approach of her climax again because he murmured, “Oh yeah,” and deepened his kisses, sending shocks to her nipples and between her legs.
Pushing up her knees, he pressed them close to her chest, allowing him to thrust down. The feeling of him so deep inside, filling her all the way up, soon sent her spiraling to the edge, and as he ground his hips to hers, arousing her clit with every thrust, her orgasm began, and she clenched around him.
He groaned. “Yeah, come on... Jesus, Sandi, you’re so fucking amazing...”
She gasped through the tightening of her muscles, then fell back on the sofa, moaning at the feel of her body slick with sweat and loose with pleasure.
“Don’t go to sleep—we’re not done yet,” he promised, and he pulled her up into his arms and then shifted, falling onto his back on the furry rug by the TV.
Sandi squealed, but he was holding her tightly, and she found herself sitting astride him, with him somehow still inside her. She sat upright, laughing, then stretched her arms up, enjoying the new position and his ability to keep going.
He cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples, teasing the soft peaks into tight buds. “Come here,” he demanded, pulling her forward so she was leaning over him, and he fastened his mouth over one nipple.
Sandi closed her eyes, drifting away into a sea of molten pleasure. She rocked on top of him, conscious of the hypersensitivity between her legs, and the feel of him stretching her as he pushed up. His suction on her nipple was agonizingly erotic, and when he swapped to the other one and continued to tease the first with his fingers, she knew another orgasm wasn’t going to be far away.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she whispered, pushing up to look down at him, her lips parted and her eyes half-lidded. “You want to orgasm me to death.”
He tugged on her nipples, thrusting up hard beneath her. “Maybe. Come again for me.”
“Jace...”
“You look so fucking sexy, come for me, baby... Say my name, let me watch you...” He slid a hand between them, his thumb finding her clit, and he rubbed it gently.
This orgasm seemed to start in her toes and the roots of her hair and then travelled toward her core, tightening every single muscle along the way. The more she’d experimented with teaching herself to have multiple orgasms, the more this ‘plateau phase’ had lengthened. Now, it was so long it was almost painful, and so agonizingly pleasurable that she was aware of holding her breath and her mouth forming an O, until she became one hot, tight clench of muscles deep inside.
Even before she’d finished, Jace moved his arms around her and lifted, and then she was on her back on the rug, her hands pinned above her head, and he was thrusting down into her again, harder this time, his flesh meeting hers with a sharp smack. The orgasm didn’t stop, but just became a rolling ripple of pleasure, and she cried out, almost sobbing with the blissful ecstasy. He was never going to stop, he was going to fuck her forever, and he really was going to kill her with orgasms. He was pounding into her now, his hands tight on hers, and she couldn’t do anything about it, she couldn’t have stopped him even if she’d wanted to, and she did, but she didn’t, because it was so amazing, so incredibly erotic, and the pulses kept coming, oh God, so amazing, just coming and coming as he thrust, they were never going to stop... And then he cried out, pushing forward until she thought he was trying to split her in two. All she could do was lie there and watch his climax take him, the most beautiful sight she thought she’d ever seen, more beautiful than any mountain or natural phenomenon, with his fierce frown, and his deep, shuddering gasps.
She collapsed back on the rug, completely exhausted. Jace withdrew and then fell beside her, and they lay there, looking up at the ceiling.
Then she felt his hand on hers, and their fingers interlaced. “You’re a goddess,” he said. “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to have met you.”
Sandi’s lips curved up, and she closed her eyes and let the fan cool her sizzling skin.
