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his navel. Dear God, he was as big as he'd felt.

"I've watched this beautiful body of yours on my computer screen, honey," he said, "and it's so good to final y have you in my arms." His hands splayed over the tops of her thighs before gliding slowly inward, inward, so close to her cunt she thought she'd scream from frustration. She heard

her own breath, growing ragged again, and then—ah, God—he stroked one thumb up the center of her wet folds, then the other. She couldn't help

pushing lightly at the touches, each ending with the slightest brush over her swol en clit.

"And I've seen this pretty body come so hot for me," he went on, stil stroking her pussy, his thumbs moving gradual y deeper, deeper into her open slit, "but now
I
want to make you come. Make you come hard and hot. Just for me,"

Pul ing in her breath, meeting his piercing eyes, she spoke her heart. "You made me come already. Every time. It was you—it was knowing you

watched me. You must know that."

A sexy smile turned up the corners of his mouth. "But this is stil different. You said you wanted my hands, my cock."

She let out a long, languid sigh, along with a nod, stil shocked that she had said those things. "I did. I do." Her gaze dropped again to that phenomenal appendage.

"Wel , now
they’re
gonna make you come, baby. And I’m gonna watch it wash over you, watch you soar, watch you lose control."

She tilted her head, curled her fingertips into his chest. "Don’t you know? I lost control the moment I realized you were watching me. And maybe I regained it, for a little while, but it’s gone again—and I don’t think its coming back this time."

His smile widened. "That's what I want. You without any control. You just doing what feels good. You forgetting about everything except pleasure."

Like an answer, she let her hand go where it wanted, straying from his chest down to his shaft stretching so prominently between them. Her fingers

curled lightly around it and he groaned.

"Ride me," he said.

And she couldn't think of anything she could possibly want more.

Rising to her knees, she hovered over him, enjoying the feel of his eyes stil roaming her body. She'd never felt more whol y feminine or sexual. And

though she'd never touched herself for anyone before Braden and no longer needed to since he was here to do it for her now, she fol owed a whim

and let her palms glide up onto her breasts, squeezing sensual y as she caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger to pinch lightly. Braden's

hands played about her hips as he watched, his breath going shal ow. And for the first time it dawned on her: through a loss of control over
herself
, she was
gaining a
certain measure of control—over him.

Situating herself directly over his erection, she wrapped her fist around it once more, positioning it upright, then lowered herself until the head met her swol en flesh. Needing him back inside her, she pushed her pelvis firmly downward, sheathing him in her slickness.

They both moaned at the reconnection, but Laura wondered at first if she could handle the position. She'd forgotten that being on top made her feel

a guy's cock even more, and at the moment, Braden's felt incomprehensibly big in her. She instantly leaned forward, curving her body down over

him, crushing her breasts into his chest. "How can you be so big?" she asked on impulse, her mouth near his ear.

He chuckled heatedly. "You don't like it?"

"I
love
it—I'm just not sure I can take it."

He turned his head to face her—their eyes, mouths, rested no more than an inch apart. "You can take it, honey," he said as if it were an absolute fact.

"How do you know?"

Certainty glimmered in his eyes. "I saw you take the one I sent to you."

The reminder almost embarrassed her, yet somehow that was passing. She was surprised, though, to hear herself laugh. "Did you have to pick a

purple one?"

He grinned and she melted a little deeper into his chest. "I thought girls
liked
purple."

She returned the playful smile. "For a sweater, sure. But, my God, a purple penis?"

"I think, honey, that when they come in colors it's supposed to make them seem more fun."

She blinked, feeling a bit thick. "Oh. I guess I . . . wasn't thinking of it
as fun
then."

"And now?" He raised his eyebrows.

She bit her lip, thinking. "Now,
this
is fun.
Your
cock is fun."

The expression in his eyes said he liked her answer. "Then you must think you can take it."

She bit her lip and met his gaze, raising slightly, the move elevating her breasts just enough that her nipples abraded his skin. As he sighed his

pleasure, she rose farther, sitting up, to realize her body had again magical y adjusted to him. He stil felt enormous in this position, but not so

overwhelming that she couldn't enjoy it.

"You're bigger than the toy, but you're right, I can take it," she assured him, her voice lower than she knew was possible. And then she began to move, to let her body guide her. "I can
definitely
take it."

She swiveled in smal but potent circles atop him as she pressed her palms to his chest. She peered unabashedly into his hypnotic eyes. Her clit

brushed against his body with each rotation, enough to lift her slowly higher, higher, toward the peak she sought.

"You're so hot, baby," he said, his voice dripping with a sensuality that seeped into her veins. His words fueled her, and so did his eyes. She supposed she'd grown accustomed to having them on her, even when she hadn't been able to see them, but now, she relished them even more.

Again, she found herself kneading her breasts while he watched.

"You look
so
good doing that."

"Do you want to kiss them?" she asked, her voice that of a sex nymph. She
never
said such things in bed—never, until this, until Braden. He'd clearly loosened something in her, and now that it was out, she wasn't sure it would ever go back in.

"Ah yeah, baby, bring me those pretty breasts."

Stil moving on him in hot little circles that rubbed her clit just the right way, she bent to lower one nipple into Braden's waiting mouth. "Oh . . ." she purred when he sucked hard, the pleasure seeming to multiply the gathering pressure in her pussy. "Oh, that's good. Don't stop."

He suckled so intensely it almost hurt, but more than that, it increased her pleasure, driving her toward climax. She moved on him more roughly, too,

clenched her teeth, felt the heat building, building. She shut her eyes and remembered the way he'd watched her, the shocking things sheet done to

thril them both, and that he was here now, truly here now, his huge cock thrusting up into her hungry, hungry body—and then she toppled, into the

sweetest, most lingering orgasm she'd had in a long while. Her body convulsed at the start, then she found the waves and rode them out, letting

them carry her until at last she col apsed, exhausted, back to his chest.

"Mmm, how was that?" he asked, his voice beaming with typical male pride.

She stil couldn't believe she was pressed up against him, flesh to bare, perfect, hard flesh. "Amazing," she breathed, stil limp and trying to recover.

And as she came back to herself, she realized how much she wanted to take him where she'd just been. He'd seen her climax over and over, yet

she'd
never seem
him
in ecstasy, and it seemed high time to change that. "I want to make you come now," she told him, her voice raspy. She began to move on him again, just a little.

"That won't be difficult," he said on a low laugh.

"What can I do?" she asked breathily, sitting up to peer down on his gorgeous face. "How can I make you come?"

"Tel me you want it," he said, staring up at her. "Talk to me the way you did before, over the webcam. Talk dirty."

Laura bit her lip. Right about now was when she general y went sul en and morose on him. After her orgasm.

But—joyful y—having Braden here with her, inside her, changed everything. She'd never talked dirty in her life to a guy before Braden, and doing it

in an essential y empty room hadn't felt quite as real as this did, but it stil came shockingly easy. Proof, she supposed, of just how hot he got her.

"I want you to come in me, baby," she cooed, running her hands up his flat stomach onto his chest. "I want you to come so hard, want you to come deep in my pussy." She rocked on him then, more emphatical y than before since this was about his pleasure, not hers. She felt the jiggle of her

breasts and watched his eyes drop there and knew the plain, simple delight of being a boundless, brazen woman with no worries over what anyone

thought of her. "I want you to fuck me, baby, fuck me with that big, hard cock until you can’t hold back another second, and then I want you to come in me—so fucking hard."

"Ah, fuck, I am, honey—I am." His voice sounded strained as his hands pressed down on her hips, his erection thrusting hotly up inside her. The pressure was enormous and overwhelming, and she screamed, not with pain, but with the impossible ful ness he delivered. One, two, three wild

drives that each lifted them from the bed with brute force as he groaned deeply. She watched his teeth clench, his eyes fal shut, his face wrench in

an agony she knew was actual y joy, and she loved having made him feel something so brutal and severe.

Once again, she bent to rest against his chest, and his arms came around her, pul ing her close. She thought they'd stay silent, thought maybe he'd

drift off to sleep as guys so often did after sex, and she decided she wouldn't mind if that happened without him even pul ing out of her since

something about it struck her as bizarrely erotic. But instead he whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea how breathtaking you are?"

The words sifted down through her like sweet powdered sugar, the supreme compliment, and it meant so much more now that their sex was real. "I

know you make me do things I've never done before." For the first time, she said it without shame or regret.

"Do you know," he said, even more softly, seductively, "that we're only just getting started here? Do you know that, before this is over, you're going to do things with me you've never even imagined?"

She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the shadows. His words made her insides sizzle, but she wasn't surprised. Subconsciously, she must have

known the moment he slipped into bed with her that he wouldn't have come al this way just for one simply lay. "Yes, I know. And I can't wait to see what they are."

He drew his head back deeper into the pil ow, his look teasing.

"And you re not going to fight me, act outraged and offended, and tel me over and over that this isn't you?"

She blinked, then smiled gently into his eyes. "Probably, at some point," she replied, reaching up to cup his stubbled cheek. "But I guess you'l just have to persuade me."

With that, she kissed him, another stunning we've-been-kissing-each-other-forever kiss, and it shored up her resolve. This man had found

something in her she hadn't known existed. Part of her wanted to cringe—it felt so foreign. But if she was honest, a bigger part of her was

fascinated with her new self, and she wanted nothing more than to keep fascinating him, too.

The only bad thing about the marvelous floor-to-vaulted-ceiling windows in the bedroom was when the morning sun came blasting through. But

Laura didn't real y mind—since her arrival here, the sun had gotten her up and to the computer early, and now, today, it didn't bother her because

she had such a nice view. Not of the vast wintry landscape outside, but of the man in her bed.

She turned to look, lifting slightly. It was like in a museum when a bright light shone upon a masterpiece. And in this case the masterpiece was

Braden. High cheekbones and a patrician nose made him classical y handsome, but the wayward lock of raven hair dipping over his forehead and

the stubble dusting his chin that had grown even thicker overnight hinted at the bad boy inside. She'd been right—she didn't get guys like him. Only

she
had
him now.

And even in the light of day, she harbored no regrets. Maybe she was conservative enough to need him here in order to be bad
with
him. But she was also free enough, suddenly hedonistic enough, now that he'd arrived, to keep
on
being bad—and to see this for what it was, a golden

opportunity to indulge in the sort of affair she'd never experience at home, in her real world, her real life.

She bit her lip, studying his supreme male beauty, letting her gaze drop to his bare chest as her
thoughts
dropped even lower, beneath the covers.

She drew in her breath, remembering what it had felt like to have him inside her.

Rol ing to her back, she cast a little smile heavenward. She couldn't be completely sure God would approve, but she liked to think He wouldn't drop

something like this in her lap if He didn't want her to enjoy it.

"Morning, snowflake."

She glanced to her lover as he pushed up on one elbow, wearing his own naughty little grin.

"Thinking about last night?" he asked, eyes teasing her.

"Guilty as charged."

"Then you're not sorry I came?"

She shook her head against the pil ow. "Just the opposite. I told you that last night."

He shrugged. "Doesn't mean you couldn't have changed your mind by now."

"Let's just say having the real thing is a whole lot more persuasive than having just a camera."

He gave a short nod, devilishly arching one eyebrow. "So you liked my cock."

She was ready and wil ing to be bad, but in the bright morning sun, such talk stil sent heat spreading through her cheeks.

He laughed softly and leaned in close. "Don't worry, honey—it likes you, too."