his mouth, pushing her body toward his hand, seeking more. He gave it to her. He ground his body against her softness, rolling on top of her never breaking contact with her mouth. He couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to thrust inside of her right now. He wanted release. He needed release.
Kristy's nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him for dear life. She relished the feel of him heavy on top of her, but she needed more. Jim trailed kisses down her neck and latched onto her nipple and sucked hard. Kristy's body bucked beneath him and she held his head close to her breast, moaning in the back of her throat.
Jim kissed her mouth again and braced himself on his elbows. "I don't think I can take this slow. I want you too much."
Kristy rubbed his lips with the tip of one finger. "We can do slow the next time. Just make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me."
"Oh, sweet mercy. Yes." He kissed her nose, her eyelids, her chin, then claimed her lips once again. "I want you naked. I want to see you naked." He began to lift her gown, but her hand closed over his.
"Let me," she said softly. "You're tired. Let me undress for you. Just lie back and watch."
"Yes, ma'am." Jim punched the pillow and leaned against the headboard, his intense gaze focused on her.
Kristy didn't know where the idea had come from or how she dared do something so bold, but she wanted to do this for Jim. Men were visual creatures, weren't they? She wanted to give him a good show, make him frantic with desire. It made her tremble inside to think of all that muscle and brawn pushing her into the mattress, impaling her, pulsing inside her.
She'd had all week thinking about this night. Worry and fear for Jim's safety while fighting the wildfire made her want him all the more. When they finally came together, it was going to be fast and hard. A little bit of a delay would make it all the better.
And now would be the time to get out the protection. She opened the bedside drawer and retrieved a small square packet. She set the condom close to the table ledge within easy reach.
Jim nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion. "Good thinking."
She smiled. "Yes. Now then, where was I?"
Kristy bent her head and untied the silk ribbons at her breast. Slowly, she eased the sheer fabric over one breast, then the other. The gown caught on a nipple, hanging in the balance, off one shoulder. Jim hissed an intake of breath. Feeling very naughty, Kristy moved a lazy finger over the curve of her breast, almost touching the fabric and nipple, but not quite. Repeating the tantalizing movement of finger trailing over skin, she finally flicked the fabric past her nipple and shrugged the gown from her shoulders, allowing the silky material to slide down her body to fall in a heap at her bare feet.
Jim watched with bated breath as Kristy stood before him clad only in those tiny filmy panties. When she tucked her fingers inside the elastic band and slowly pushed the panties down over her smooth thighs, wiggling and jiggling with the movement, his body flexed and throbbed.
He couldn't stand it anymore. He lunged off the bed and grabbed Kristy and kissed her with brutal force. Lifting her in his arms, he lay down with her on the bed, shoved the panties the rest of the way down her long legs and flung them to the floor. He kissed the juncture of her thighs and licked her most intimately. Flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, he pushed a finger inside her hot wet channel and began a rhythmic dance, sucking, licking, sliding in and out. Kristy moved against him, her body undulating in time to the sensual beat until suddenly she exploded in climax.
Grabbing the condom, Jim tore it open and quickly sheathed himself. He straddled Kristy, wedging a knee between her legs, positioning himself for the thrust home. With eyes locked on hers, he held her shoulders in a tight grip and probed her entrance. Kristy wrapped her legs around him, lifted her hips and pulled
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