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kitchen. And after grubbing
around in potting soil and fertilizer all day, a shower sounded like a great
idea.

Chapter Nine
    After showers and washing and
drying Myghal’s clothing, Kerry and Myghal returned to the bed. To Kerry, this
was the culmination of all they’d been through together that day. They had
satisfied each other’s physical needs, but now was the time to fulfill her
longing to be in his arms, to be one with him.
    Kerry wished she understood where
this driving passion came from because she’d never felt it with any other man.
There had been men in her life that she’d merely wanted physically, some she’d
felt close to, and a few she’d even thought she loved. Myghal had become an
obsession, both physically and emotionally, and in less than twenty-four hours.
    She was beginning to wonder if
her feelings were healthy when Myghal ran a hand over her slowly, from breast
to mound, and kissed the center of her belly, near her navel. She knew then she
didn’t care. Perhaps this one night and a hard, sweaty fuck would purge her of
these unrealistic romantic notions.
    “Myghal.”
She breathed his name as if it were her last.
    He slid
over her leg, bending it to make room for him. “Yes, Kerry?”
    “I
don’t know. I feel so many things for you. I’m feeling too much and it doesn’t
make sense.”
    Myghal
smiled and dipped below her line of vision. Kerry raised her head and watched
him trail kisses from her belly button, across the slight round of her abdomen,
to the dark red-gold patch. She squirmed in anticipation, waiting for the
moment his tongue delved into the curls, and spread her legs.
    Myghal
placed his arms beneath her thighs, his hands on her hips, and settled down. He
licked the curls first, teasing her, the tip of his tongue barely touching her
clit. But each tender flick sent waves of pure pleasure through her. She
wiggled and pushed forward, trying to catch his tongue, but he darted and
dodged. He went farther down, caressing each soft fold in turn.
    “Please, Myghal,” she begged,
trying to push her pussy into his face.
    Myghal’s grip tightened on her
hipbones, and he thrust his tongue deeply into her channel, stroking up until
his lips surrounded her clit. Her pelvis undulated against his mouth and her
hips rose higher. When the moment came, it caught her off guard, vibrating through
her like the deep pounding of a bass drum.
    When
the beats grew farther and farther apart, Kerry’s back relaxed against the
mattress. Myghal still nibbled at her pussy, helping to bring her down easy. A
soft sigh left her lips. Her body surprised her. Myghal’s continued caresses
built up the thrumming tension again. She still wanted Myghal, wanted his cock
inside of her, wanted to be even closer to him. Didn’t want to ever let him go.
    She
writhed against him and he looked up at her. His hands slid around her as he
gave her one last lick and moved up over her.
    “Your
nectar tastes like the honey made from the sweetest flowers.”
    His
words made her toes curl. She’d never heard such poetry from a man, especially
a man in her bed.
    His chest glided across her stomach,
but he stopped long enough to suckle one breast and then the other. She rubbed
her pussy against him, not even sure which part of his body she touched. It
didn’t matter. She was connecting with Myghal and that was what drove her.
    She ran
her fingers through his long hair, drawing him up to her. He settled between
her thighs, his hot cock cradled against her curls as she bent her legs and
hugged his waist.
    “We’ve
waited long enough.” She whispered the words between gasps for air. “I want you
inside of me now, Myghal. Now.”
    “With
the greatest of pleasure, Kerry O’Neill.”
    He
gathered her to him, and the tip of his cock nudged her first. She quivered in
anticipation and need when he pulled back. Then he thrust forward, hard, his
cock sinking completely into her molten depths. She cried out and held him fast
with