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could. She thrust upward with her hips to take him inside her. Hardness filled her, blessedly. She cried out at the solid feel of him as he slid inside her and her body stretched to take him.
    It was ecstasy. Glory.
    Matt groaned, his body arching involuntarily as her hot, wet, tightness suddenly surrounded him, intense pleasure searing through him as the surprise of it caught him off guard and he sank into her. Her sweet heat surrounded him as her hips shifted to take him even deeper.
    Another groan broke past his lips.
    His control shattered and he thrust completely into her. He pulled back a little. More, deeper. Again. More. God, he needed more.
    Stroking deeply, he drove himself all the way to the hilt, ground his hips against hers so she could feel how he filled her, penetrated her.
    She cried out in pleasure as her body rose in response to his demand.
    The sound went through him like an electric charge as the hot, slick muscles within her contracted around him.
    He needed her, needed this, he had to have it. Now.
    Come, damn it.
    He wanted to feel her come, again and again, tightening around him.
    Pounding into her as she drove up against him, she cried out as her hands clutched at him and she arched, tightening as her body quivered beneath and around him. He felt her tighten and then her sudden release as she came, trembling wildly.
    Not yet, he didn’t want it over yet. It took every ounce of control but he wouldn’t let go, not yet.
    Stroking into her harder and deeper, slowly, pulling nearly all the way out before driving deep, he thrust until she tightened again, wrapping her legs around him to draw him even further inside her.
    He exploded, his body locked against hers, his own hips pumping as he came, and she took him, she took all of him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as she came too.
    Still he shuddered in ecstasy and she clung to him, held him when he collapsed bonelessly on top of her.
    Matt pressed his mouth into the curve of her shoulder.
    Gently, gratefully, Ariel wrapped her arms around him, stroking her hands through his hair and down the long muscles of his back, soothing him.
    There was a pleasure and a comfort in this, too, in touching, caressing, in holding and being held.
    He felt wonderful, both the feel of his skin beneath her hands and the weight of his body as it pressed her into the mattress. His hair was thick, springy beneath the hand that combed into it. The long muscles of his back were taut but slowly relaxing as he settled over her. And yet, he didn’t feel heavy…
    Matt felt her soft hands move over him, gently, tenderly. Soothing him. That gesture touched him in a way he hadn’t known he’d longed for…
    Soft hands caressed him tenderly. Release and that gentle touch drove off some of the aches and pains of his abused muscles. It felt incredible. He felt incredible. For a little while, he lay curled around her and simply enjoyed the pleasure of her touch, the feel of her deep, dark hair as it brushed softly and silkily against his cheek. Her scent teased him, soft and flowery. He absorbed the feel of her full breasts pressed against him.
    Propping himself up on one elbow, Matt coaxed a strand of midnight hair away from her face and kissed her gently. Her lips moved against his, giving back. It had been a long time since he’d had a lover as passionate and responsive during and so giving after. The contentment on her lovely face was proof enough that she enjoyed the simple pleasure of holding him.
    The taste of her was very good and he spent a little time enjoying the sweet textures of her mouth, the petal softness of her lips, the slick feel of her tongue as it twined around his.
    “I guess I should know your name,” he said, softly, after a while and after his heartbeat had slowed. “I owe you on two counts now.”
    She smiled, a little wryly. “Ariel O’Donnell.”
    It was a lovely smile, lighting up her beautiful dark-lashed blue eyes.
    So, with that name she was