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Kicking my boots off, then my jeans, I followed her down. There was something so enticing to her as she glanced up at me through her lashes. Then she held her arms up to me, and my heart absolutely melted. Sinking down against her, I propped myself on my elbow and traced a finger down her chin, to her neck, to her chest.

“You seem determined just to tease me,” she laughed.

“Maybe,” I murmured.

I ran my finger down her cleavage. My God, her skin was perfect. Creamy and soft. I nudged the edge of the dress, exposing the cup of her blue bra. “Did you pick lace for me?”

Her cheeks took on a ruddy hue. “Definitely not. Most of my lingerie is lace, though.”

Oh, now that brought up tempting thoughts. I ran my finger further, along the edge of the cup. Her chest quivered as her heart raced. I could feel it pounding against me.

Then Jo shifted. With a practiced move, she unfastened a front hidden clasp, and the bra sagged open. It still cupped her, but it had slipped to the edge of her nipple.

My dick ached with need, and I was losing patience with myself. I wanted this to be slow and easy, but my body had other ideas. It had been three years since I’d been with anyone, and my body was screaming at me that relief was inches away.

I exposed the breast closest to me, and I almost came. Her breasts were full and proud, her nipple and areola a deep pink. I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth, and Jo cried out. Her thighs shifted, and the dress parted even more. I glanced down the rounded slopes of her body, and I knew I was in trouble.

Jo seemed to be getting impatient as well. Her hands clutched at me, scraping over my scalp as I tongued her breast. Her hips undulated.

“I need you to touch me,” she gasped. “I’ve been waiting so long.”

I cupped her other breast, pinching the nipple lightly. She moaned and brought her hips toward me. Then her own hand went to the apex of her thighs. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she ran a finger over the lace of her panties, then further down. It was titillating and sensual, and I loved that she had no problem going after her own pleasure.

Reaching down, I cupped her hand with my own, feeling how she moved and writhed. Then, very gently, I took over. Sliding my hand beneath her panties, I slipped one finger between her folds.

When I felt how hot and wet she was, my dick surged. She gasped as I found her clit and started moving my finger back and forth. At the same time, I suckled her nipple even deeper into my mouth, tugging hard. Jo panted, her hips quivering as she moved in counterpoint to what I was doing. She pressed on my hand, guiding my finger deeper as her knees drew up. I gently nipped her nipple, and that was it. Crying out, she rocked her hips against my hand even harder, and I felt the release roll through her body. Her breaths quivered against my chest as she curled into me, and her body arching and releasing.

Eventually, she sagged back against the mattress. Her dress must have been constrictive, though. She rolled off the bed and stripped everything off, and I had to stare. Her body was so beautifully rounded. Her nipples were hard and perfect, and I wanted to explore every inch of her.

She planted her hands on her hips and smiled at me. “Your turn to strip down.”

Without hesitation, I stood up from the bed.

Jo

I didn’t think I could be anymore turned on. The man had just given me an amazing release. Then I saw him naked, and all thought drifted away.

Lane Daniels was six feet plus of hard muscle. I knew he worked out at the sheriff’s department gym, or sometimes at the fire station with Jack. He was active, and it showed in the cobbled contours of his body. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing my way down those six feet. Dark hair covered his pecs and chest, and a trail led south. His penis was rock hard, and so very distracting. I wanted to follow that trail and worship that man.

We came together hard, urgency riding us. My mouth found his, and I lost all sense as I tasted and loved him. He settled me back on the mattress, then pulled back to grab a condom from the nightstand. His hands shook as he rolled it on, and that was one indication of his need. The second indication was the moisture at the tip of his penis before it was covered with the rubber.

I could have told him not to worry about the condoms, but it would have taken too long.

Then he was crawling over me, his eyes heavy lidded as he kissed his way up my body. I should have felt self-conscious, but I didn’t. I was aching and needful. I lifted my knees and spread my thighs, then reached down to pull him close. Lane hesitated, and he looked down into my eyes. His arms quivered as they held his body above me.

“I can’t…”

“I know,” I murmured, and pulled him down. The cup of my hips cradled his as if they’d been built for him. His penis slipped into my pussy, and we both groaned at the sensation. Then, he pressed deeper, and my body strained to accommodate him. “Hold there for just a minute,” I murmured.

Lane went still, and I could feel how hard it was for him to stop, but he did. I breathed deep and rocked my hips, getting used to the feel of him. “Okay,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear.

A shudder rippled through him. Very slowly, Lane began to move. Harder, then faster. I cupped his ass and held on as he undulated into me. Then his speed began to pick up even more. He rocked up onto his knees and pressed my thighs wide as he pushed as deep as he could.

That hot kernel of heat built and built, and by the time he cried out above me, I was right there with him. We shattered together and when his body gave out, I held him tight, loving the ripples of aftershock.

Lane

I woke before Jo, early morning light filtering through the curtains. She was curled against my side, her hair spread across my chest, her breathing deep and even.