hand.
“Do that again, or kiss me. Either works.”
He kissed her, ravishing her mouth as he wished to ravish the rest of her. In a heartbeat he toppled her onto the couch, dragged her shorts down her slim legs and off. “I really like these pink panties, but they have to go. All of your clothes do.”
“Yours need to as well.” On her back, she wriggled her panties off then tugged her shirt over her head. “Now, Hammers.”
“I love it when you say my name like that.” He shucked his shorts and got rid of his shirt. The setting sun’s reds and pinks coming through the wide window bathed her body. Her breasts were full, the tips hard, and his tongue tingled for another taste. Lower still, her bare mound beckoned with the ultimate prize hidden within. “I need to get my fill of you, Saria.”
“I thought you wanted me to ride you.”
“That too, but I need other things first.” Blood pounding, he lowered his head and kissed her, allowing the temptation of her mouth to consume him. Saria held a potent appeal he couldn’t resist. She was sweet, fiery, and incredibly passionate.
“I want your hands on me, everywhere.” She rubbed her chest against his and her nipples, so incredibly hard, scraped across his flesh. “I never want to forget this day.”
Neither did he. And the way she looked at him, with such longing and trust, seared his soul.
Plundering her breasts, he rolled one tip while he licked the other. He teased his teeth over her nipple then pulled it deep inside his mouth. His cock hardened further until the exquisite pressure below bordered on painful.
He kissed down her body to where her folds glistened. Definitely wet. Revealing more of her, he gripped her legs and spread them. She’d never be able to hide herself from him. “You’re so beautiful, Saria. I want to make you come, over and over.”
“Slow down.” She tangled her hands in his hair and held onto him. Her possessive grip soothed him, but slowed him down not one bit. He ducked his head and lashed her flesh. She wrapped her legs around him as she thrashed underneath. “Please, I don’t want to come without you.”
He clasped her hips then slowly moved his cock between her legs. Sliding himself along her folds, he lubricated himself with her slickness. “You want me here?”
“Yes, we’ll get to the other stuff you dream about later. Make me yours.” She clutched his butt and pulled him inside her.
“You’ll never be anyone else’s.” He kissed her, pounding hard. Her soft moans encouraged him, and he took her frantically, unable to hold back.
“Ben.” She raked his back as she cried his name.
“I’m right here.” He was lost as her inner muscles tightened and dragged him home. His thoughts flew and his release exploded violently along with hers. Deep within, he spilled himself until she’d wrung him dry.
With no strength remaining, he collapsed.
A more perfect moment, he’d never known.
She was his.
Chapter 4
Saria lay on the padded couch, Ben a delicious weight on top of her. His body was hard and packed with muscle, his shoulders and arms thick and strong. She blew gently over the light sheen of his sweat-dampened skin. “Ben, wake up.”
“Too heavy?” His voice was a mumble as he stirred.
“Yes, but in a wonderful way. I don’t want you to move.”
He eased up onto his elbows and looked into her eyes, so focused, in a way he’d never been before.
She wanted to kiss him, to make him hers forever.
“What are you thinking?” He stroked her cheek.
“That making love to you is very special.”
His cock twitched and lengthened inside her. “Say that again and we’ll soon get round two underway.”
“I want round two.” Did she ever.
“Saria.” A knock sounded on the door.
“Argh, my sister has the worst timing.” To Lydia, she yelled, “Don’t come in. I’m not decent, and neither is the sexy man lying on top of me.”
“If you’re not decent, I’m staying