She’d often wondered what had been the initial attraction for him. He’d sought her out in the school hallways, dogged her footsteps, appeared at her locker. No one she had associated with had been friendly with him. But something had drawn him to her. And something beyond the handsome face and cocky attitude had drawn her. Something that spoke to her from those guarded eyes. Something vulnerable and hurt and in need.
Something she’d recognized then. Something she searched for now.
But tonight, this moment, the need she saw in his eyes was an elemental one. A need she could identify with. The same force that was spinning her mind and twirling her insides with each circle of his thumb.
“Now for the skirt and those bikini undies,” he reminded. He knelt on the bed totally naked, in all his glorious, sculpted maleness, daring her to touch and be touched.
He pushed down the skirt, carrying the panties with it and tugging them off her legs. They joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Then she felt his rough hands brushing up her legs, up her hips to her cradle her breasts.
Chance held his breath as he surveyed her. He was naked, in bed, with Libby. Her smile was shy, but her look was eager. She swung her hair back behind her ear and for a moment, he was back in high school, looking at her beautiful body for the first time.
She leaned in, the tips of her breasts grazing the bare flesh of his chest.
He dipped his head. “Now for some real pleasure, honey.”
He kissed, touched, felt everywhere. Her nipples brushed against his skin, her fingers swept through his hair, then down his neck until her nails dug into his shoulders, causing hot molten desire to course through him.
He latched on to her nipple and nipped, suckled, pulled, laved. She moaned so deep and so low, he could feel it in his groin.
“More of that,” she groaned.
He complied while she squirmed and wiggled, one knee coming up, the other leg folding until her hips arched toward him.
He held her waist, keeping her in place as he suckled at first one, then the other breast.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Soon. But not too soon,” he promised. “I’m just getting started.”
His body rubbed against her legs as he inched down to lick and lave along her stomach. Her back arched, her hips begged with impatience. He knew what she wanted, what she needed, what she liked.
Nearing his destination, he licked. She was wet and salty and sweet.
“Please. Come in me.”
“God, how I’ve missed you. Missed this. Missed the taste of you,” he ground out as his heart pumped hard in his chest and his balls tightened with need.
He wanted her to remember what it was like, how good it had been. How it could be. He’d been nothing but a frisky colt back then. Now he was a more experienced stallion.
He licked the nub and then circled his tongue over that sensitive spot. Once, twice, again.
Her breathing became ragged. A moan rumbled through the air.
“Don’t come yet, honey.”
“Hurry.”
He continued, sparing her no quarter as he flicked and teased. He sensed the heat tightening her insides.
“Almost there,” she breathed.
“Not yet.”
Chase stopped. He knew she was close, but he wanted to prolong her pleasure, increase it. Instead, he inserted fingers into her and began the rhythmic drilling while his thumb stroked that most sensitive spot.
Another moan, this time more animalistic, emanated from her throat.
“That’s it, darlin’.” He wanted to give her pleasure, intense, mind-blowing pleasure.
“Come inside me. Now.” She practically yelled it.
“First things first, honey,” he said as he reached for the condom package on the table. Within a heartbeat, he gave her what she wanted, long, hard, hot thrusts into her slick essence.
He brushed the silky hair from her neck and whispered in her ear. “Is this what you wanted?”
“God, yes.”
His pulse hammered in his temple while his heart pounded against his ribs as he thrust again and again. His balls tightened and he tried to hold back. But the need was strong and he kept driving into her.
Her breathing ragged, she hung on to his shoulders as if she was afraid some tide would carry her away.
“Let it go, honey,” he growled, hoping she would come before he did.
He reached down between them, found the spot, and rubbed. Her moans sent shots of testosterone right to his balls. He pumped harder and harder, faster and faster.
She let out a deep, guttural groan. The first contraction of her orgasm squeezed him, and he succumbed with a roar, feeling the ferocious pleasure of release that gripped him, flaming his skin, burning his insides as the pulses of her body milked him dry.
He leaned his forehead against her and braced his weight on his elbows. He needed time to recover, time to gather himself together. By the wide eyes that were looking back at him, she did too.
“Like old times,” he said when he could breathe again.
“Better.”
He smiled. “I always thought we did pretty good back then.”
“We did. But this…” She shook her head, her beautiful face flush with afterglow. “This was spectacular.”
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