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in her veins, it burned like the feel of his fingertips on her skin.
    She bent and kicked her jeans away, impatient as they tangled and bunched. Jack threw his shirt down and discarded his own clothes, so that they lay in a tangled heap on the timber. “Can’t wait, Mel, not anymore.”
    “Then don’t,” she replied, and pressed her naked body against his, skin to skin for the first time, chest to breast, thigh to thigh, his cock rising hard and proud between them.
    He twitched at something hanging on the back of the couch. A sleeping bag, she realized, as he broke away from her to throw it to the floor, spreading it over their clothes. He drew her down, down to the soft cotton on sun-warmed timber, and his mouth was on hers and his body over hers.
    She thrilled with the feel of him, with the urgency of it all, and the overwhelming need to feel him inside her. His cock bumped her thigh, and she raised her legs, cradled him with her hips, urging him on.
    “Can’t wait,” he gasped again. “Foreplay—”
    “We’ve been foreplaying all day,” she said. “I want you now.” Impatience surged within her. She didn’t want subtle or delicate, or long and slow; she wanted fast and hard; she wanted to be filled, to know his solidity within her. She wanted to be fucked.
    He changed the angle of his body, and his cock nudged her folds. She canted her hips toward him and he slid inside with one smooth movement. Mel arched her back, clenched down. The feeling of fullness, the fat slide of him inside was enough to send frissons of pleasure deep into her belly.
    She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation as he started to advance and retreat. His hips were solid between her thighs. She dug her fingers into his buttocks, urging him on. His face pressed against the crook of her neck, his breath hot and urgent on her skin. She wanted his finger on her clit because it wasn’t enough with him inside her. And then he raised up on his hands, and suddenly it was enough, and he was hot and hard, moving hard and fast, and spirals of light danced behind her closed eyelids.
    “Mel,” he said, his voice hoarse with effort, “look at me darling. I want you to know who’s inside you.”
    She opened her eyes, and his face filled her vision. He was holding back, she realized, waiting for her. Tenderness overwhelmed her, and she curled a palm around his cheek. “I know who I’m fucking,” she said. “You, Jack. Only you.” And then the spasms started deep in her belly, long drawn-out waves of pleasure that rolled through her like the tide, advancing and retreating.
    As her orgasm subsided she found he was coming too in deep thrusts and a spreading liquid heat. He rolled over, taking her with him, so that she straddled his prone body. His cock softened but remained tucked inside. His hips undulated and aftershocks of pleasure coursed through her.
    Jack’s hand drew idle patterns on her thigh. “We’re not done yet.”
    “Confident?” she teased. “You don’t need recovery time?”
    “I do,” he said, and his hand moved to cover her mound. “But you don’t.” His thumb found her nub and rubbed it softly. “I’m going to stroke you…” His thumb passed once more over her clit. “And suck you here—” Raising up, his mouth opened over one nipple. “And here.” The other nipple. “Then you’re going to suck my cock until I’m hard, and I’ll taste that pussy of yours.” His hips pushed up into her again. “By then, we might be ready for the second chukka.”
    She gazed down at him, her fingers mapping the way forward on his smooth chest. “Better get started then.”
    In answer, he lifted her away from his body and laid her back on the sleeping bag. The ceiling fan stirring the warm air before it was blocked by Jack’s big body.
    He kissed her neck, the hollow of her throat where a pulse beat furiously, and moved down. His tongue dragged moistpathways down her breasts, and when he took a nipple in his