Winter slid her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. She sucked in his upper lip and nibbled at it. He touched his tongue to her lower lip, and she opened her mouth. His tongue slid gently against hers, caressed the roof of her mouth, and flickered over her teeth. The erotic warmth and taste of his mouth made her flush with heat.
His warm hands roamed over her back and kneaded her buttocks. His fingers slid between the cleft of her cheeks, and lower, to tease her intimately. There was possessiveness in his explorations. She allowed her own hands to feel the contour of sleek muscle in his back, the curve of his spine, and the sharp definition of his ass. His body reacted to her touch with tiny rippling shivers. His evidence of arousal fed her own heightening desire. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter.
He squeezed the curve of her hip with one hand. “You’re so damn beautiful, Winter,” he uttered hoarsely. “I could make love to you all day and night!” The arm wrapped around her shoulders tightened as he drew her in for another soul-searing kiss. His fingers speared through her hair.
Winter responded wholeheartedly to his fierce, ravening kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her heart beat wildly. She felt like he was melting her, and she needed to press herself right into him. She lifted her top leg over his along his muscular thigh and pushed the other between his hair-roughened legs. Her pulsing sex was finally exposed to him, and his cock slid snugly home, its entire length abrading her tingling clit. She groaned into his mouth with the surge of pleasure. He firmly cupped her butt, his fingers gripping tight on her flesh, and began to rock rhythmically into her molten core. She could feel his shaft moving between the sandwich of her inner thighs.
With their legs entangled together, their arms around each other, they indulged in hot and clinging kisses. He moved slowly in and out of her body, every movement chafing the entire length of his hot cock continually over her clit. The pleasure became almost exquisitely painful in intensity. Small seismic shocks made her body jerk. Her mind drifted onto a different plane as her heart thudded in her breast. She clung blindly to him, her body pressed so close to his that their pelvises ground together. The familiar, welcome pressure formed and built higher. When her final orgasm overtook her, it was deep and powerful. Michael came after her, lasting longer than he ever had with her. The feeling of intimacy and sharing was almost heartrending.
They lay relaxing after their thorough lovemaking. Sunlight patterned their nude, sweat-slicked bodies with soft stripes from the gently blowing sheers at the open windows. Winter rested, boneless, while he caressed her belly. He kissed her stomach, even as his fingers lightly traced the silvery web of scars on her skin. He lifted his head to look up the length of her body into her face. Her curls fanned over his pillow in glorious display, and he smiled. “Stretch marks? You have a little girl, Chloe, right?”
Winter stiffened under his leisurely exploring hand. Alarm jumped inside of her, sending a hit of adrenaline rushing to her veins. She could feel her pulse leap in her throat as her muscles tensed. She eyed him warily. “Yes.”
“Have you got any other children?” His voice was casual, almost indifferent.