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He didn't slide into her; he didn't gently push into her. No, he held her hips and
slammed
into her, forcing the very breath out of her lungs and gasping loudly himself as he filled her completely. For a moment, they were both still, breathless, simply staring into each other's eyes just as they had on the couch.

Finally, he pulled back, withdrawing ever so slowly before sliding back in. The next stroke, he did the same, but he thrust his cock back in this time. She whimpered with pleasure.

His speed and force increased with each stroke, and she couldn't help but cry out as he rode her. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her as he thrust harder and faster into her.

He pulled her legs onto his shoulders, sliding his hands up and down her calves with each stroke. Then he kissed her ankle, flicking his tongue across her skin as if he simply needed to taste her again. Simone moaned as he drove himself deeper. Her back

arching, she found his rhythm and rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling him in, squeezing him each time he withdrew.

"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . ." he breathed, his rhythm faltering slightly. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down to her, engulfing his mouth in a breathless kiss and running her fingers through his sweat-glazed hair. "Get on your back."

He looked at her, his eyebrows arching with surprise. Then, he pulled out and did as she ordered, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back.

Before Jason could even think, she was over him, a heavy sigh escaping her mouth as she took his cock into her in one quick motion. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust upward, but she squeezed him with her thighs and pinned his arms beside his head.

"No," she said. "It's my turn." She rolled her hips forward as she rose off him, and then rolled them back on the way down. Faster and faster with each stroke, she rode him. Lying helplessly beneath her, his arms still held captive, Jason groaned softly and surrendered to her. She was in complete control and he loved it. He watched her breasts bouncing and her abs rippling with each roll of her hips. Holy hell, he didn't know what she was doing, but it was amazing. All he knew was he couldn't have stopped the impending orgasm if he tried.

Just as he was getting close, she tightened around him and moaned. Her hands, still grasping his, squeezed and released, squeezed and released. She threw her head back and moaned again.

Trying desperately to keep his own orgasm at bay, he pulled his hands free and grabbed her hips. They rocked together, his body rising to meet hers whenever she came down, driving his cock as deep as it could go inside her. She overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes and cried out, "Allyson, oh my God, don't . . . stop . . . ."

She seized around his cock in the same instant he came. He couldn't tell whose groans of pleasure were whose, all he knew was the fiery surges that shook him from head to toe. Her body trembled within his grasp. His hands trembled against her body. When it subsided he took a deep gulp of air, realizing he'd forgotten to breathe. They looked at each other. Her eyes were glazed with delicious satisfaction. He slid his hands up her back and pulled her down to him to kiss her.

After a moment, he got up just long enough to get rid of the condom. Then they slid under the covers together, and for a long time, they just kissed, long, drawn out, lazy kissing. Eventually, she lay beside him, her head on his shoulder, and they both drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Nine

Somewhere between dreaming and consciousness, Simone became aware of the warmth of Jason's body beside her. His arms were wrapped around her and his chest rose and fell against her back with each breath.

She absently ran her fingers along his forearm. He stirred then, nuzzling her shoulder and kissing her neck softly. The touch of his lips brought her out of her dreamy haze. Wide awake now, she guided his hand to her breast, and his fingers closed around it. He murmured and stirred again.

He moved his hand from her breast, and for a moment, she was disappointed, thinking he was going back to sleep. Instead, his hand slid to her side and he caressed her, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hip. She exhaled through her teeth, gooseflesh prickling her skin and a warm tremor rippling through her. She pressed her body into his and he pulled her closer, groaning into her ear, his cock hardening against her ass.

His luxurious touch ignited fresh desire within her. He continued his exploration of her body, his touch becoming more insistent as his breath came more rapidly.

"Your body is amazing," he whispered, his voice slurred with sleepiness, his lip brushing her ear as he spoke. "Absolutely amazing."

His fingers slipped around to the back of her thigh. She parted her legs just slightly, allowing his fingertips to glide along her inner thigh. Her entire body quivered as they found their mark. Her back arched against him and a moan escaped her lips. He laughed softly, the hum of his voice tantalizing against her neck.

"Do you like that?" he murmured into her shoulder as his fingers drew lazy circles around her clit.

"I love it." She could barely speak.

"I love touching you," he breathed. His fingers were more insistent now, his voice ragged as if he fought to maintain his composure. "I could do this all night." He slipped two fingers inside her, moving them slowly, deliciously. "I could listen to you moan, listen to you scream, until the end of time."

All she could manage in return was a soft whimper. She squeezed his fingers and he took a sharp hiss of breath.

For a long time, he just held her, nuzzling her neck, breathing against her hair, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. The only sound in the room was his breath against her ear and the gasps and moans he brought out of her.

Then, he slipped his fingers out and brought his hand away slowly. Before she could protest, he kissed her shoulder and whispered, "Don't move." In the next instant his entire body broke contact with hers. The sudden separation was jarring, puzzling, but the sound of the nightstand drawer made her shiver as she understood why he had gone.

Foil ripped. Jason muttered something under his breath. Then he was against her again, sliding his hand over the swell of her hip as he kissed the back of her neck. He tugged at her shoulder, urging her to lie on her back. She did, and even as his mouth enveloped hers, she pushed her quivering hips toward him. She ached for him, wanted his hand back where it had been, but he didn't comply.

He broke the kiss and reached across her body in the darkness. "I want to see you," he said. He flicked on the light, and she flinched at the sudden brightness. His warm hand caressed her shoulder, her breast, her hip. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. His hair was tousled and unruly, but complimented the wild desire in his eyes. She touched his face and he turned his head to kiss her hand. His tongue circled her palm, raising gooseflesh all over her body. His fingers teased her nipple, and then trailed down her belly to precisely where she longed for them to be. He circled her clit a couple of times, the intense sensations making her quiver. Then, he slipped two fingers inside her, all the way in, and rested the heel of his palm on her clit. As he moved his fingers in and out, his palm rubbed her just right, the powerful sensations forcing the breath right from her lungs.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my God, Jason . . . ." She clawed at the sheet beneath her.

"You like that?" He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "Do you like it when I touch you? Do you like it when I touch you
inside
?" His words came out as half whisper, half groan.

"I love it," she moaned. He bent his fingers slightly inside of her then, his knuckles and fingertips touching her in places she had never before known, unleashing powerful sensations that rattled through her with enough intensity to rival a full-on climax. She pushed against his hand, overwhelmed, consumed. She couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

She moved her hand and as she did, she brushed his cock. He sucked in a breath and shivered as she stroked him through the condom. He shut his eyes, his jaw slack as he tried to breathe, but after a moment, he looked at her with a hungry, insatiable desire in his eyes, a desire that mirrored her own.

He kissed her as their hands moved in unison, drawing moans of pleasure from each other. They devoured each other, breathing each other in, consuming each other's feverish hunger.

"I can't get enough of you," he said. "My God, I just can't get enough."

"I'm yours for the taking," she murmured. If he kept doing what he was doing with his hand, she'd be his devoted slave forever. She writhed against his palm, squeezing his fingers inside her. A moan escaped her lips. "I want you inside me," she pleaded. "
Now
."

He exhaled hard against her lips. "Not yet. Not until I feel you come again." She tightened her grip on him and he gasped. She grinned. "What if I make
you
come first?"

He released a heavy groan, and for a moment she wondered if she was about to do just that. He shuddered, and then looked at her.

"Then," he said, swallowing hard. "I'll just have to keep doing this." He quickened the movement of his hand, sending lightning bolts through her. "And make you come over, and over, and over, until I'm ready to come again." She could barely breathe as his fingers continued moving in and out of her in time with the gentle but insistent circling of his palm on her clit.

"Oh God," she whispered, closing her eyes. "Oh God . . . ." Before she could draw another breath, an incredible orgasm surged within her, sending icy-hot shockwaves through her entire body. She moaned, she cried out, she didn't know what she said or if she said anything at all, she couldn't think.

Just as she reached the peak of her orgasm, his hand abruptly stopped, his fingers withdrawing, but before she had a chance to protest, he was over her, and then inside her, riding her, hard and fast, drawing her climax out until she saw white, until she saw nothing, until she was
aware
of nothing but the pure ecstasy he unleashed within her. She grabbed his shoulders and held on as he plunged into her. She struggled to catch her breath as each deep stroke he took drove the air right out of her lungs. And still, the orgasm didn't relent.

"God, yes, I love feeling you come," he growled through clenched teeth. "Oh God, you're amazing." His arms quivered beneath him as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Jason, oh my God, Jason," was all she could say when she could draw breath again. Her body trembled, even as her climax subsided, and each stroke he took sent delicious waves of pleasure through her.

He slid his arms under her back, gripping her shoulders from beneath as she rolled her hips and squeezed him in time with his powerful thrusts. With a deep groan, he threw his head back. She ran her fingertips up his spine, sending a shiver through him. He drew a ragged breath and closed his eyes as she dug her nails in then, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to cause him to take a sharp hiss of breath and drive himself even deeper.

She grinned at him. "You like that?"

"
Oh
yes, I
love
it," he panted. He arched his back, pushing himself into her. His shoulders trembled. His breath caught, his eyes closed, and his jaw clenched. He moved slower now, but thrust hard and deep. His every muscle quivered. All at once he tightened his grip on her shoulders and took one hard, deep stroke into her. He exhaled in a roar of pleasure and his eyes flew open. He threw his head back as his body shook and shuddered against her.

She kept moving her hips and squeezing him, drawing his climax out as he had done for her. He gasped with each roll of her hips, each time she tightened around him, until he finally collapsed against her, his forehead dipping against her collarbone. They held each other, their bodies shaking, their skin slick with sweat. She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.

He looked up and kissed her lightly. "I just can't get enough of you," he said, still breathless.

"Likewise," she murmured. And it was true. No one had ever done this to her. No one had ever touched her like he did, had ever been so hungry for her. And the orgasms he so easily brought out of her—she shivered.

He touched her face. "You okay?"

She smiled. "Better than I've been in a long time."

He returned the smile. They separated and he moved away long enough to get rid of the condom. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms. Her eyes grew heavy as the adrenaline wore off and sleepiness moved back in. She didn't even know what time it was—the sky outside was still completely dark—and she didn't care.

Warm and blissfully satisfied beside him, Simone fell asleep again.

Chapter Ten

Simone awoke to sun pouring in through the windows. Out of habit, she winced in anticipation of the relentless stabbing pain of a hangover, but it didn't come. She looked at Jason, still sleeping soundly beside her, and last night came back to her. A shiver ran through her at the memory of the breathtaking climaxes he'd brought out of her. Even now, hours later, tingling aftershocks still murmured deep within her. She couldn't remember the last time a man had done that to her. And she remembered it all with perfect, crystal clarity, instead of in the hazy alcohol-veiled way she usually remembered sex, if she remembered it at all. She smiled.
No men
. Anne-Marie's words suddenly echoed in her mind, making her scowl with frustration.

She watched Jason sleep, forcing back the guilt that rose within her.
No, not now,
not yet. I'll deal with all of that later. For now . . . .

Jason Connor was exquisite, even now, lying on his stomach, his face half-hidden by the pillow, his entire body still except for the gentle rise and fall of his back with each breath. A hint of five o'clock shadow dusted his jaw and his hair was as unruly as it was the day she met him. As his eyes fluttered in his sleep, she realized he had longer eyelashes than any man had any business having. Even in sleep, exhausted and disheveled from an amazing night of sex, he was a beautiful contradiction of unabashed sexiness, gentle roughness, and boyish innocence.