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“Thank God for him Joan has small hands.”

That made her laugh, and I joined her, the guffaws feeling good.

After a while, we sat back, and I eyed the remains of our lunch with a grin. “That was delicious.”

She packed up the few leftovers. “Just enough for a snack later.”

I patted the pillow beside me. “Sit with me.”

She sat next to me, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She relaxed into me, the sun feeling nice, the quiet enjoyable.

There was no need to talk. To fill the silence. It was easy. Comfortable. We stayed that way for a while, appreciating the sun and the calm.

She sighed in happiness. “This is nice.”

I rested my head on hers. “Yeah, it is.”

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Anytime.” I pressed a kiss to her head. “Anything for you.”

She cupped my face. “Thank you.” She drew me down, our mouths connecting, lips moving and pressing. Tenderly. Sweetly.

Then she moaned, low and throaty. Like the flip of a switch, the mood changed, my desire hot and rampant. Our kisses turned deeper, wetter, hungrier. I pulled her to my lap, holding her close, her body pressed to mine, our shapes molding together. Hard against soft. Her pliable curves fit against my harsher angles like two pieces of a puzzle. We explored each other, our hands never ceasing in their caresses, our mouths never separating. Deeper and deeper, we sank into the passion that sizzled between us. I pulled her hair from the tie that held it away from her face, fisting the tresses that felt like silk under my fingers. My cock pressed into the zipper of my shorts, desperate for her touch. For her. She slid her hand along the nape of my neck, up into my hair and tugged the short strands, making me groan in satisfaction. I let my head fall back as she explored my neck, her tongue and teeth teasing, licking, and nipping. I gripped her hips as she undulated over me, her voice low and pleading in my ear.

“God, Matthew, I want you.”

I opened my eyes, meeting hers. “Here?” I asked. “Right now?”

“Yes. Right here. Right now.”

In seconds, my shorts were pushed down and hers tugged off. She held up a condom. “Courtesy of Sue.”

“Bless that woman,” I muttered, watching as she ripped open the foil. I groaned as she rolled the condom down my length.

“I’m on birth control too,” she assured me.

“Good. We’re covered.”

I yanked her back to my lap and slowly slid inside her. Our eyes held and locked as she sank down inch by inch until we were flush. I held still, the feeling of her surrounding me intense and right. My heart galloped in my chest so loudly I was certain she could hear it. “You feel so fucking good,” I muttered. “So good.”

“I love how you feel inside me,” she replied. “So big and hard. I’ve never felt this full.”

“Hold tight, baby. I need to move.”

And I did. She grasped my biceps, rolling with me. We were like the waves around us, surging forward, retreating, the pleasure in our movements constant. She was hot and tight, her walls gripping my shaft, her body flowing with mine in perfect synchronization.

I scrambled to tug the buttons of her shirt open. She pulled it over her head, and I pushed down the cups of the lace blocking my vision, sucking on her hardened nipples. She held my head close, arching her back as I went from one to the other. She moaned and whimpered, reaching back and cupping my balls, the sensation all at once incredible and too much.

“I’m not going to last,” I rasped out, feeling my orgasm building. Cresting.

I slipped my hand between us, finding her hard clit and strumming it. She cried out, tightening around me. “Yes, just like that,” she panted. “More, please, Matthew.”

I moved my fingers faster, feeling her clench and her muscles begin to flutter.

“That’s it, Maddy. Come for me,” I praised her. “Come with me.”

She called out my name, a few religious beings, and for some reason, threw in some mythological Greek gods at the same time.