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firmly, his thumb rubbing briskly over the nipple.
    She arched toward him, ignoring the pain between her temples. Nothing mattered but feeling his firm body covering hers. She wanted him naked atop her. His weight was delicious as he pressed her into the mattress, his mouth sweet and warm, the stroking of his hand at her breast sending waves of sheer pleasure rippling through her. When he pulled away from her, she whimpered and reached out to him.
    “Wait, lass,” he told her and he sprang up from the bed, practically ripping the shirt from his body. Buttons flew as he jerked the garment over his head.
    Moistening her dry lips she stared at a perfectly honed chest with sharply delineated muscles that undulated from rock-hard looking pecs to a flat belly that tensed as he tore at the fastening of his jeans. A wide mat of curly brown hair covered his upper chest and ran in a tight little tiger line from his deep-set navel into the darker pelt of hair between his legs.
    And that was where her attention stayed for it was an enormous, jutting brute of a cock that leapt out of his jeans the moment the zipper went down. Dark ridges of veins curled around that glorious tool and the head was so broad, so shiny with juices she trembled just contemplating the way it would stretch her cunt.
    “Oh, my God,” she breathed as his thigh muscles contracted when he kicked away the jeans and came at her, his eyes intent, his cock as straight as an arrow. She trembled again as he flung the cover aside and it went sailing across the room, tearing her attention from his shaft to the stark hunger in his eyes. Her lips parted, her eyes widened, and she felt her heart begin to race.
    He put his right knee to the mattress and swung the other leg up to wedge it between her, gently lowering himself atop her instead of falling on her as he wanted to do. He shifted his weight so the majority of it was on the left side of her body as he swooped down to claim her mouth once more.
    His kiss curled her toes and made her world spiral out of control. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the fingers of one hand raking through the dark hair of his ponytail. She ground his mouth against hers and arched her lower body up to meet his, wanting him desperately, needing the piercing of his tool within her.
    Jaimie's back sent violent stabs of pain all the way down his hip, but he chose to disregard it. He wanted this woman so badly he would have walked over burning coals to have her stretched out beneath him. His cock was stabbing against her thigh, the head oozing, and he reached down to guide it into her velvet warmth. The moment the tip touched the spiky curls between her legs he growled and thrust deep into her, growling again when her left leg came up to arch over his hip.
    She felt his lips slide from hers and down her cheek, coming to rest in the hollow of her shoulder. Her arms were tight around him, her leg capturing the lower part of his body as he rocked against her, driving into her so forcefully he grunted and the top of her head struck the headboard. His fingers were under her—digging firmly into her rump to lift her for his strokes—and she wound his ponytail around her hand and held on.
    “Mairi,” she heard him say over and over again and he drove into her.
    “Jamie,” she whispered in his ear and felt his shiver as his penetration stretched her, his thick cock filling her completely.
    Their climaxes started at the same moment—his, a wild pistoning of his flesh against hers and hers, a rippling wave of tight little flexes that drove him wilder still. He hissed as he ejaculated and let his head fall back to howl with the release of the pleasure that claimed him. He barely felt her fingernails raking his shoulders, jerking at his hair. It didn’t matter. Pain was pleasure to him. Pleasure was pain.
    When he was spent he sagged against her, his hot breath fanning across her sweaty throat for his cheek was on her shoulder, his lips at the