Peter unlocked the door to
their room and pushed it open for Alex to pass through. She stepped inside and
walked to the middle of the room before she turned back and caught his gaze.
Her eyes told him what she wanted. Within several quick steps, he narrowed the
gap between them, dipped his head, and pressed his lips to her forehead then to
her temple. His hands floated up and wove into her soft silky hair. As she
tilted her head back, he skimmed his lips down over her jaw to the slender
column of her throat. She murmured his name. Adrenaline rushed his veins. The
sweet sound of her voice saying his name almost drove him insane. He willed her
to say it again. And when she did, in that erotic purr, his body nearly burst
into flames.
His eager mouth found hers. She lifted her
arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. He traced her lips
with his tongue, urging her to part them. She did. Her sweet flavor seeped into
him deeper than he’d ever imagined it could. It would forever be embedded in
his brain.
She unlocked her grip from
around his neck and tugged at his shirt, pulling it out from under his
waistband. Her busy fingers shot up and undid the buttons, and then she yanked the shirt off
him. She ran her hands down his
chest, leaving a trail of burning flesh under her fingertips. Reaching for the
waistband of his pants, she undid the button and zipper before giving a slight
tug on the material. His pants dropped to the floor.
Peter reached down and
grabbed Alex’s soft cotton dress just under her rib cage. She lifted her arms,
and he pulled it up over her head. He stepped forward and stared at Alex’s pale
breasts housed in a skimpy, black lace bra. He skimmed his burning fingertips
over the top of the lace. Her body quivered at his touch. In one quick flick of
his fingers, he opened the front bra clasp and filled his greedy hands with her soft breasts. He
massaged and kneaded them as his mouth crushed down on hers, urgent and desperate.
His pulse pounded, he needed to be in her.
Peter scooped Alex up into
his arms, carried her to the bed, and set her down. He yanked off his boxer
shorts and climbed in beside her. A murmur of pleasure floated from her lips
when he sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth. He nipped at her lightly
with his teeth, and she arched her back.
He slid his hand down her flat stomach and
under the waistband of her black lace panties. She was hot, wet, and ready for
him. Her hips rose, and he eased her panties off her. Blood rushed in his loins.
He returned his mouth to
hers. The kiss was quickly desperate. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped. Her slim
fingers reached
down and wrapped around his penis. She stroked him then slid her thumb over the
sensitive tip, and then stroked his shaft again. Her soft touch was amazing.
His mind went blank, to a place where only sensation existed. He was nearly
there. He wanted to be in her. As if she read his mind, she released him and
opened for him. He sheathed himself, rolled onto her, and drove into her, hard
and deep. Her smoldering gaze held his as he pumped again and again, sinking as
far as she would allow. He watched her eyes go opaque as she cried out with
pleasure. Her body shuddered beneath him. Covering her mouth with his, he
swallowed her sound. Her muscles gripped him, driving him further to the edge.
His mind reeled, his vision grayed, and his orgasm exploded.
They lay motionless, their
bodies nearly melted to one another. Her hands slid flaccidly from his back onto the bed. He
felt weak and satiated; his mind close to empty but his heart full.
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