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was filled, what had to be three fingers curving
up inside her as he ground the heel of his palm into her clit.
Full, so full, and that pressure edged the line of pleasure and
pain, ripping her free from the moorings holding her back, letting
her soar. She cried out when his teeth grazed her, nipping at the
inside of her thigh, his weight and grip keeping her still as she climbed higher, thrown upwards to where
the air was thin. Breath suspended, cocooned in the darkness behind
her closed lids, ears deaf to anything except the rapid pounding of
her heart.
    “Jesus, honey,” she heard him say from very
nearby and realized his mouth was beside her head. Without her
noticing, somehow in the past few moments he had moved up her body and was stretched over her. “You’re fucking
stunning.”
    Need. I need.. .
    The feeling was overwhelming.
    Please .
    Never before had Mela felt so connected to a lover. Sex was about feeling good in the moment. Not this… need .
    Hurley’s hand bumped
her belly, working between them and she lifted her hips, seeking.
Then he was there , thrusting his cock deep with one long
glide and holding, rotating his hips, grinding into her clit while
his breath came fast and hard in her ear. Electric shocks rattled
through her, centering between her legs as she stretched to
accommodate him.
    “Come again, honey, come on.” He gritted the
words out, forehead to an arm shoved in the mattress. “One more.” Ass rolling, his thick cock plunging deeper, hips
shifting side-to-side, then his hand was between them. “Come
again.” His thumb unerringly found her clit and pressed hard as his
cock withdrew and then drove inside, hard and deep, slamming in and
holding there as she rolled over that edge again. She lifted up to
meet his movements, offering him everything, her head pushing
backwards. The strain in his tone was gratifying when he
grunted, “Fuck yeah, gorgeous, fuck me back.”
    Again taking the arch of her neck as an invitation , he trailed hard, hot kisses along
the column of her throat, working her skin with teeth and tongue. On the sweet downward glide from the orgasm, her arms
curved around his back to hold him tightly when with a ripple of
power under her palms, he began to move with purpose. Muscled
thighs working between her legs, he fucked her with passion and
finesse. The air in the van became heated, close, sweat collecting
on their skin until she felt his belly slipping and sliding across
hers, his arms pressing into the mattress.
    Shifting, he moved and found a different
angle and approach that caused her to suck in a hard breath because
it was so good. Dios . She drove up against him,
tipping her hips, and he plunged deeper.
    “Fuck, honey.”
    Fingers plucking at her
nipples, Hurley’s back bowed as one palm lifted a breast to his
mouth. He sucked, drawing hard while his hand stroked across her
skin. More sensation to overwhelm her, hard teeth and smooth lips
nibbling along her jaw. It was as if he were everywhere at once,
and she recognized that familiar tension low in her belly with some
surprise. “Hurley,” she breathed, bucking up against him
again, driving him deeper, “nearly there.”
    “Fuck, honey, you comin’ again?” There was an honest, pleased note of pride in his voice, and she laughed softly, pulling a gasp
from him. “ God . Do that again, gorgeous. Laugh for me.” When
she did, mouth to the skin of his shoulder, he groaned, the sound
so ragged she realized he was losing grip on his control, hips
plunging, now wildly chasing his own needs. The knowledge that she
could bring this beautiful man here, give him
this, draw this kind of passion from him was enough to drag her
even closer.
    Sounds of their bodies slapping together
echoed and she heard the van’s suspension creak and groan,
mechanical singing nearly drowning out the noises flowing from her
mouth. His mouth on her breast, teeth grazing across
her nipple, hard cock deep inside her—everything