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“Fly
“Patience, baby doll, patience.”
Pressing his knee between her thighs, he gently parted them wider. “Heat is coming off your pussy in waves,” he whispered against her ear. “Your sex smells like an exotic flower. Musk with a hint of bubble gum.” Heat snaked low in her belly at his words. “I love how you are always so ready for me.”
When she reached back to touch him, Fly
“Do you know what I love the most about touching you?” he asked.
“No,” she breathed, wishing he’d touch more of her and fast.
“The way you respond. Like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” she admitted. “I might never get enough.” She knew it was true.
His teeth scraped along her neck beneath her ear, and then he bit her. Not too hard, but hard enough that it sent wild pulses of heat rushing through her body. “I told you I could bite.” He bit lower, his tongue soothing the sting. “I just want to consume every inch of you, Pink. Hide you from the world and keep you all to myself.”
His words stirred something deep inside her. She knew he meant them. Now anyway. Tomorrow might be different. She wasn’t going to think about tomorrow right now. Right now she was going to take all of the very special, Special Agent Fly
“If someone would have bet me a million dollars last night that I’d be standing with you right here right now, about to do to you what I’m about to do, I would have lost.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought my type was tall, classic, well-ma
“Potty-mouthed blondes have more fun,” she shot back.
“Indeed.”
She cried out when he slid a finger into her, then bit her lip before the entire beach looked up and saw what had her so hot and bothered. “You own me every time I touch you,” he admitted. His right hand slid around to the front of her skirt where he slipped beneath it and caught her hard clit between his index and middle fingertips. In a slow deep cadence, he fingered her pussy as his other hand stroked and plucked her bowstring tight.
Unable to collect adequate breath, Izzy struggled for composure. He was all around her, torturing her with his slow, sensual assault. His body heat scorched her, his erection dug into her back. White-knuckled, she grasped the railing. Bowing her back to give him greater access, she pressed her head into his shoulder.
“On your toes, baby doll,” he said huskily. She stood up on the tips of her toes in her wedges. As she moved higher into him, his lips caught the side of her jaw. She turned harder and their lips caught and in a slow wild burn they melded together. He kissed her so deeply, so thoroughly, and so slowly, that the wild feral ache he had created inside her began to careen out of control.
Simply put, he wrecked her. The deep satisfied sounds that rose from deep in his chest as he kissed her stoked her passion fires to blazing. Abruptly he broke the kiss, and slid his hands from her. “Fly
He slid his hand up the back of her skirt and gently moved her forward so that she was leaning over the railing. Just as she adjusted her body to stay balanced, he filled her with his delicious length from behind. “Oh, God,” she moaned. The sensation of his warm thickness burrowing into her swollen sensitive folds overwhelmed her in its perfect storm of carnal pleasure. The power of his passion, his insatiable appetite for her, thrilled her.
“Easy, baby doll. Easy.” His hands clasped the cradle of her hips as he slowly seated himself deep inside of her. “You have the tightest little cunt.”
When he hit the core of her, her muscles spasmed, clenching and unclenching around him. An orgasm rocketed out of her, the force shaking her uncontrollably. Her arms shook, her knees gave way. Fly
“Isa,” he rasped, “I can’t stand how good you feel.”
Snaking an arm up and around the back of his neck, she tried to say his name, to tell him what he did to her, but she couldn’t do that and ride out the next orgasm that built so deep inside her that she blanched, afraid of its impact. It built with the force of a hurricane. Her body liquefied as it uncoiled, momentarily blinding her as the sharp waves hurtled against every nerve ending co
Fly
His hips slowed until she hung in his arms, their bodies still co
“That,” she breathed, “was epic.”
He pulled out and moved back just enough so that he could turn her around. He perched her on the edge of the railing and moved between her parted knees. His blue eyes dark, nearly black. His handsome face softened with the afterglow of their powerful sex.
He dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her lips up to his and lightly brushed them. “I want to make love to you.”
Her lips parted and her belly did a slow nervous roll. “I want that, too.”
He smiled slowly and pressed her head to his chest and stroked her hair as he looked past her to the ocean. “How do you feel?”
“Like the luckiest girl in California.”
“I mean down there.”
“Oh, tender, but okay.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” The steady thud of his heart against her cheek served as a reminder that he was human and therefore vulnerable. Maybe as much as she was? Something had changed since the time they walked into the room and now. Though sex had brought them together, she felt as if their co
He didn’t answer immediately but when he did, his answer surprised her. “Hurting someone I love.”
Moving back she looked up into his eyes. It was like looking at the sky, they were so blue. “If you truly love someone, you accept all of them, and in that, you can’t hurt them.”