rock. Her back was completely exposed to him.
âMmm,â he breathed, running his hand over her hips as his nails gently scraped her skin and made her tingle all over. âYou have the nicest ass Iâve ever seen.â
He licked his way down her backbone until he reached the sensitive spot at the base of her spine. His hands massaged her thighs, sending ribbons of pleasure through her while his tongue delivered stroke after ecstatic stroke to her flesh.
He slid one finger down her cleft, making her shiver again. âDo you want me inside you, Marianne?â
âYes.â
He slid two fingers deep inside. She moaned at the ecstasy of his touch as he teased her unmercifully while she slowly rode his fingers.
He leaned his body against her so that she could feel his erection against her lower back as he rained kisses on her neck and shoulders.
She was breathless and weak from the pleasure of his touch. No one had ever been more attentive to her. With Kyle, she actually felt beautiful. Desirable.
And that made her melt.
He moved his hand and then shifted behind her.
Marianne moaned as he slid himself slowly, inch by lush, incredible inch, inside her until he filled her to capacity.
Kyle growled at the feeling of her body welcoming his, of the way she felt as she lowered herself from her tiptoes down until he was even deeper inside her. It took every piece of control he had to make love to her slowly, gently, when what he really wanted to do was ravish her.
Since the moment heâd met her, heâd wanted nothing more than to have her.
And she was so worth it.
He held himself perfectly still as she rode him with soft, long strokes. Grinding his teeth to hold off his orgasm, he cupped her breasts with his hands and let her take her satisfaction first.
Every woman had a rhythm to her, and Marianneâs was sweeping and sweet. Slow and sensuous like a gentle breeze.
He savored the sensation of her hips grinding against him, of her sweet low moans of pleasure.
He leaned forward, over her back, and braced one hand beside hers on the rock so that he could use his other hand to stroke her clit in time with their movements.
Marianne groaned aloud as he touched her again. She reveled in the feeling of him behind her and in her while his hand teased her, and when she came, it was so intense that she screamed out.
âThatâs it, baby,â Kyle whispered in her ear. âDonât hold back on me.â
She didnât. Nor did he. He continued to stroke and tease her until the very last tremor had been gleaned from her body.
Weak, she fell forward.
Kyle picked her up, carried her back to the air mattress on the floor, and removed her blindfold. His smile was dazzling as he covered her with his body and entered her again.
Marianne arched her back, groaning as his hard shaft slid back into her sensitive sheath.
Kyleâs heart hammered as he thrust against her, wanting his own satisfaction. Her legs and arms were wrapped about him, cocooning him in her softness.
It was all heâd ever wanted.
Her body was paradise.
And when he found his own release, his head reeled from it. Growling, he buried his face in the fragrant sweetness of her neck and let the pleasure rip through him until he could barely breathe.
Every spasm, every wave, shattered some part of him until he couldnât do anything more than whisper her name.
Now, that had been the best sex of his life.
Weak and spent, he gathered her into his arms and held her against his chest.
Neither spoke for the longest time as they lay there, sheltered together, completely relaxed.
Kyle didnât care if he ever moved again. Nothing could top what heâd just experienced.
âDo you think Tyson will be back after us?â
It took him a second to remember who Tyson was.
âNo,â he said. âI secured the perimeter. Iâd know if he was anywhere nearby.â
âYou sure?â
âAbsolutely. I