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He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. It started out as a sweet, affectionate gesture, but Missy took care of that by reaching down between them and unfastening his jeans. When she slipped her hands inside to curl around his already erect cock, he groaned into her mouth. Smiling against his lips, she freed one hand to yank his T-shirt up over his taut stomach. He took the hint, jerking it over his head and tossing it to the floor before returning to devour her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. She matched him for a moment before pulling away and pressing a hand to his chest to urge him back onto the mattress. He got rid of the tray first, then stretched out on the cool silk sheet and opened his arms as if to offer himself to her. Missy was not about to refuse.
Smiling a smile that even
felt
wicked on her lips, she reached for the waistband of his jeans and tugged them off. Dropping them on the floor, or maybe on top of the breakfast tray, she knelt astride his thighs and leaned back to get a good look. Lordy, but the man got her hot every time she looked at him, and when he was naked, looking Christine Warren
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at him got her wet, too. As if her body were drooling for him. Heaven knew her mouth was.
She watched him run his gaze over her and blushed, but didn’t make a move to cover herself. An entire weekend with him convinced her that Graham really did love the way she looked, which made the feeling mutual. She certainly had a hard time resisting the lure of his beautifully muscled chest.
“You’re gorgeous,” he growled, reaching up to cup her breasts in his large hands, cuddling their petite curves and rubbing the nipples with callused thumbs. “I love you, baby.”
The words felt even better than his hands and made Missy shiver. Smiling, she leaned down and set her mouth against the hot, steady pulse at the base of his throat.
Her tongue dipped out to taste the salty, musky flavor of his skin, lapping at the small hollow before beginning a slow, teasing descent. She worked her way down his body with an excruciating lack of haste, pausing for long moments at each of his nipples, tracing the contours of his muscles, the crisp hair and smooth silk of his skin. She spent a few tense minutes investigating his belly button just so she could savor the rough, purring sound of his moans, but when he rolled his hips against her, she took pity on him and resumed her trek south.
His cock rose to greet her, already thick and hard and begging for attention. How could a girl resist? Missy didn’t even put up a fight. She leaned down, rubbing her cheek against the surprisingly smooth flesh like a kitten begging to be stroked. She felt his hands bury themselves in her hair and his fingers massage her scalp as she parted her lips and drew him in.
He slid easily past her lips, a warm, welcome presence that filled her mouth and made her hum with pleasure. She swirled her tongue around the head and heard him moan. The sound did as much for her as a well-placed caress, sending warmth shooting through her body to pool as moisture between her legs. Loving him was almost as good as being loved by him, and it gave her a sense of power and control that she relished.
Especially after last night.
His hands continued to cup the back of her head, cradling it gently as she settled into a lazy rhythm of licks, nibbles and gentle pulls that made him harden even further in her warm mouth. Her fingers rubbed the tender skin at the crease of his hips while she sucked him, one straying further and further toward the inside of his thigh with every caress. When it finally reached its destination, it feathered lightly across the drawn skin before curving to cup the weight in her palm. Softly, she kneaded the sensitive globes, timing her squeeze and release to coincide with her suckling. In minutes his hips began to rock gently, sending his cock gliding between her lips in a restless motion.
Missy drew back, placing a soft kiss on the head of his cock before she crawled up to kneel, straddling his hips with her palms braced flat against his chest. She felt his thick length pressing against her inner thigh and smiled. “I love you, too,” she murmured, then slowly began to sink onto his hard cock.
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Graham growled, the sound familiar and exciting, softer than the growls of last night, but sounding no less aroused for coming from a human throat. It still made Missy shiver, which made her muscles clench tight around his shaft, which made him growl again. Life couldn’t get any better.
She let gravity pull her slowly down his length until her butt rested against his hips and his cock rested to the hilt inside her. The feel of him made her want to howl, but she restrained herself. Not out of embarrassment, but because she wanted to conserve her breath for better things. Like a hard, fast ride to the edge.
Dragging her hips up, she pulled almost entirely free of him before plunging back, savoring the feel of him tunneling through her pussy, stretching and filling her and making her burn. She settled into a rapid rhythm of lift and fall that he echoed with powerful upward thrusts. Within minutes, Missy was panting, her lungs straining to grab enough oxygen while her pussy strained to keep Graham’s amazing cock lodged deep inside her. She felt torn, wanting to continue making love with him forever, but needing the intense climax she could sense building on the horizon. She slowed her movements, unable to choose, until Graham took the decision out of her hands.
Strong fingers closed around her hips, anchoring her in place while he flipped their bodies, settling her on her back and himself firmly between her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me,” he growled, and she complied, lifting them high to curl around his waist and locking her ankles together in the small of his back.
The move seemed to drive him deeper, and she cried out, “Now. More.” He gave her more. Bracing his hands against the mattress, he bowed his back to press deeper inside her, pausing as if he were savoring the fullness of their connection.
Then he drew back and began fucking her in a hard driving rhythm that had her clutching at his shoulders and digging her heels into his spine to try and pull him deeper. He filled her until she wasn’t sure she could take any more, but she wanted more and demanded it. His thrusts became shorter, harder, digging inside her with frantic force. She welcomed every second of it, letting him drive her higher and higher up the peak until he sent her hurtling over the edge in a climax that curled her toes and clamped her pussy around him with enough force to drag him along with her. He emptied himself with a roar before collapsing in a hot, boneless heap on top of her.
He must have dredged up a last little bit of energy from somewhere, because he had enough to nuzzle her neck and plant a soft kiss on the damp skin there. Missy couldn’t offer much more than a breathless sigh in return, but she felt his lips curve in what she was sure would be a self-satisfied grin, if she had enough energy to turn her head and look. Which she didn’t.
“I’ve changed my mind about using earth-shattering sex to convince you to move in with me,” he murmured after a brief pause, presumably to work up the energy for speech.
“Hmm?” Missy hadn’t built up enough reserve yet for anything so complex.
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Her eyelids felt weighted down with lead as she drifted in a state of utterly sated contentment, but she managed to work up a burst of energy to communicate. “Huh?”
“It still involves plenty of sex,” he assured her, and she smiled through her haze,
“but this time I’m going to use it to convince you to marry me. What do you think?” The smile that lit Missy’s face didn’t require energy. It was the kind that came from her soul, and she couldn’t have stopped it if she’d tried. That left her one last thread of energy, which she used to give the only answer that mattered.
“Yes.”
The End
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