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and wanting, he plunged ahead; and as his cock began to work inside
of her, she stretched her legs around his waist. Her hands and
mouth kneaded his flesh with uncontrolled fury, while his lips
peppered her cheek, her neck, her throat, and delved between her
breasts. Once Nico established their rhythm, Erica dug her nails
into his shoulders and moaned with every wonderful motion of give
and take. The more he thrust, the more she curved against him until
their bodies melded into one continuous, rolling wave.
    When she felt him tense, she increased her
friction until she, too, ached for relief. He gave one last thrust,
and on the heels of his own shattering release, Erica let herself
go with an orgasm intense enough to take her breath away. When they
relaxed in a tangle of limbs and slick torsos, Nico nuzzled his
nose against the curve of her neck, and she reciprocated with
languid strokes along his upper body. He smelled wonderful, of
spices and potent maleness, while his flesh felt like smooth satin
over the hard muscles of his chest, arms and shoulders.
    Nico lapped at her ear and whispered, “Well,
that was nice...for starters.”
    “Exactly.” With a little meow of pleasure,
Erica reached up to stroke his cheek. She felt gloriously spent and
finally satisfied for the moment.
    Soon he eased away, and she left the bed to
fetch bottles of cold water. On her way out, she felt for the wall
switch and flipped on the overhead fan. Although when she reached
the living room and stubbed her toe on a chair leg, Erica finally
groped for a table lamp. Curious how the initial burn of desire
propelled them both straight to the bedroom, and now she couldn’t
see a thing! Of course, earlier, she’d relied solely on her senses,
all of them inflamed beyond control.
    When she returned, she found Nico prone along
the mattress, his hands behind his head, his breathing slow, his
body still. At first Erica thought he was asleep until she slipped
into bed and began to caress his shoulder.
    Nico opened his eyes and smiled. “I hope
you’re not having doubts about our impetuous venture into
spontaneous combustion, are you?”
    “That’s a new way to put it—” She chuckled
appreciatively. “—but, no, I don’t have any regrets.”
    Actually she had. Briefly, Erica wondered why
she had acted so wantonly, so recklessly. But just as quickly, she
rejected such limited thinking. It had been so long since she held
a man close and gladly gave of her touch and kisses. Nico Sloan
felt so right that she could only respond in turn to his generous
offerings.
    “I don’t have any either, Ms. Rael. It was
wonderful, superb.” As he spoke, Nico stretched and accepted the
water bottle she handed him. “I think you’re wonderful, too,
superbly, gloriously wonderful.”
    “You know, Mr. Sloan, flowery adjectives will
get you everywhere with me.” Erica eased along his body and reveled
in the feel of his warmth. Despite their recent exertions, he gave
off a delightful, tantalizing hint of his aftershave. She finally
recognized it as the same scent as his brother’s. Well, at least
they shared one thing in common, the same preference for
cologne.
    He took a generous sip of water before he
replied. “Then I better bone up on my linguistic skills and my
repertoire.”
    “As long as it’s not too extensive. Otherwise
I’m going to think you have a flowery verse for every woman you
bed.”
    “Then I will confess I have a very limited
supply of flowery verses.” Setting aside the bottle, he rose on his
elbow and leaned over her. “And I mean very limited.”
    “Same here,” Erica admitted. “So how did we
ever get along in life with such limited vocabularies?”
    “Oh, I suppose it takes lots of practice to
add to that repertoire.” Gathering her in his arms, Nico pressed
her close and nibbled her ear before he added, “Such skills must be
developed over time, and with just the right amount of practice, of
course.”
    “Of course.