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long strokes. I cried
out in ecstasy—it was lucky we were alone, because there was no way
I could truly hold back.
     

     
Her body was heaven to me: full-figured and
thick, spiraling in and out of control into a perfect silhouette of
a woman. Just tasting her was perfection, feeling her in my mouth.
The imprint was growing, building inside of me and taking
hold.
I pushed my hands into her plush thighs,
probing my tongue around her sweetness and then lower into her
dripping chasm, finding her pleasure as I licked back up to her
clitoris. I could hear her gasp, hear her losing control.
Then she came. I knew it by how her body
went rigid and then thrashed ever so slightly, but the gasping
desperation of her breath was anything but subtle. She was mine,
and in that first crest of pleasure I had her. I had lust anchored
in my core, a yearning that would need her forever.
I could feel her soul within me. She was my
mate.
     

     
I came so hard that I had to wrap my legs
around Dalton’s head to keep from disappearing into the mattress,
down into the depths of the earth. Every moment we were sharing
together was steadily becoming less human. We were in another
world. The depth of our experience was so much that I couldn’t
pretend it was anything otherwise.
Dalton moved his kisses up my mound and
navel, growling lowly when my dress caught at my waist. He jerked
me up impatiently, wrapping his arms around my back to find my
zipper.
“Jessie,” he murmured gruffly, “I want
you.”
I shattered at his words and gripped onto
his thick, sandy hair, holding on for dear life. He brought the
cool metal zipper down my back, then scooted his hands back under
my skirt and lifted the dress over my head.
He just as deftly undid my bra clasp,
pulling the beige strands over my arms and tossing the garment
across the room. I was bared before him, completely naked. His
stare was hungry; I could feel every inch of my pale body
tightening beneath his gaze.
“You’re a goddess,” he murmured. I was giddy
and drunk off his praise. I eagerly kissed him, and he probed his
tongue against the seam of my lips, prying for more.
I gave into his mouth, relishing the heat
between us. It was everything I dreamed of when I awoke in the
middle of a night, full of a desperate desire. He brought his hands
up my thighs to my large breasts, cupping them in his callused
hands. My nipples pebbled beneath his touch, pressing back into the
center of his palms.
I was breathless, caught between the maniac
beating of my heart and his wicked touch.
     

     
    She felt divine, and God,
her breasts . Ever
since I told her I loved her when I was eighteen I abstained from
having sex with any women. But every once in a while I’d get caught
in a compromising situation with a pretty young thing. Yet never in
all my life had I touched breasts like these, seen a body like
hers.
It was even better than I had imagined. And
I imagined it a lot.
I wanted her so badly, and cradled into each
others arms I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside of
her, to make my biggest dream come true.
“Do it,” she gasped as if reading my mind.
“Just take me. Make me come.”
    The sight of her voluptuous
body writhing beneath my grasp was enough to make me do it alone.
But her yearning plea was what really did me in. I pressed my hands
forcefully into her shoulders, shifting my weight so that I urged
us horizontally on the bed. She was so flushed, so ready, and it
was all I could do to keep from bursting just looking at
her.
“Jessica,” I groaned before situating my
cock against her clit, rubbing it up and down, sure she was still
sore from the come down. She writhed helplessly, and her face told
me she wasn’t sure herself if it was too much or not.
“Please,” she huffed, her dark lashes
fluttering. I notched myself into her sex and then lunged, gripping
my fingers into the perfect swell of her ass as I finally took what
was always mine.
     

     
I squeezed my eyes shut as