Excerpt

His lips locked to hers, their breath mingling, he explored her body with eager hands. Though they were both fully clothed, each caress burned like a brand, imprinted on her flesh. Her breasts, her belly, her arse, every inch of her was on fire. When he circled a taut nipple through her bodice, she spiralled down into a maelstrom of need. When he cupped her buttocks and pulled her pelvis against the rigid bulk of his prick, she thought she might spend from the mere thought of having him inside her.

Prying off her shoes, she snuggled closer. She ran her hands over his back, sensing the wiry strength in his slender frame. His tongue played along the seam of her closed mouth and she opened gladly, meeting his incursion halfway, revelling in the simple honesty of that kiss: nothing hidden, nothing held back, two souls acknowledging and indulging their mutual desire.

Still kissing her, he rolled her onto her back. She relaxed under his welcome weight, the urgency of her arousal tempered by the more immediate pleasures of his palms upon her breasts, his mouth feeding from hers, and the luscious hardness of his cock nestling between her thighs.

“Shall I undress you?” he murmured in her ear, his lips finally sliding from hers away to nuzzle at her neck.

“Oh, yes, please!” she moaned. “Or let me—”

“No, I’d like to do it, if you’ll allow it. And if you can be patient...” The barest hint of his familiar mockery crept into his voice. Gillian resolved to ignore it.

“Of course. Whatever you want, Rafe.”

His eyebrows arched in surprise at her compliance, but he wasted no time acting upon her permission. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned her sleeveless bodice, pushing the garment off her shoulders. Then he addressed the blouse beneath, untucking it at the waist. She sat half way up and raised her arms over her head so he could remove it. Next came her skirts and petticoats, which he untied and drew down over her hips. He moved with surprising ease for someone who’d recently been thrown from his horse and left unconscious on the ground. Gillian pushed away her worry. Rafe was tough. He might regret this tomorrow, but having gone this far, she knew neither of them would be willing to stop.

The process of removing her clothing took at least ten minutes. Gillian enjoyed every second. As he proceeded, Rafe was generous with his caresses. He used every opportunity to brush his fingertips across her newly bared skin. All the while, she basked in his lustful – nay, almost worshipful – gaze.

Finally she lay exposed upon the rough bed, totally naked. In the rustic cottage, heated by only the fire place, she ought to have felt cold, but Rafe’s attentions had raised her temperature to a fever pitch.

At the foot of the bed, between her feet, he settled back on his heels and devoured her with his eyes. “God, you’re beautiful, Jill. You’ve no idea how often I’ve dreamed about this: having you in my bed, waiting for me to take you...”

“Please don’t make me wait too much longer, Rafe.” She cradled her breasts, which felt fuller than usual, and lightly grazed her thumbs over the aching tips. “I don’t know how much more I can bear.”

She half expected him to tease her, as usual. Instead, he shed his own clothes with impressive speed. Her pulse climbed as he revealed his scimitar-scarred chest and narrow hips. His cock was a thing of beauty, rising in a graceful curve from the black tangle between his thighs. Pre-cum coated the taut bulb, glistening in the candle light.

One pause, a half dozen breaths, then with a half-strangled cry he stretched his body out over hers. He mashed his lips against hers in a feverish kiss. Meanwhile, his rigid prick ground against her pubis, blindly seeking her cleft.

“Wait a moment,” she murmured in his ear. “Wait...” Reaching between her legs, she captured his rock-hard erection and steered it toward her opening. “There – that’s right – oh, Rafe!”

He slid into her with one sure stroke, settling his cock deep in her welcoming cunny. Pleasure spiked, a dizzying rush of delight that threatened to send her flying into climax already. She filled her lungs with Rafe’s scent and tightened her cunt around his shaft, letting the crisis subside. She didn’t want to rush this encounter.

Her partner drew his cock partway out of her channel, then pushed back inside, deeper than before. Never in her life had she felt anything so exquisite. It wasn’t the way he stretched her, though the pressure of his bulk against her inner walls set every nerve sparking. It wasn’t the sweet slide of his hard flesh across her clit as he stroked in and out, though every thrust intensified those sensations. She’d had bigger cocks, fatter cocks and longer cocks, but she was ready to swear that none of them had generated such acute and varied pleasure. None had felt so – right.

Rafe was a perfect fit. Was it the shape of his prick? The angle? The little twist of his hips as he buried his steely member in her welcoming flesh. Gillian gave up trying to analyse the source of this bliss, determined to simply enjoy it.

Without losing his rhythm, he raised himself on his arms so he could stare into her eyes. “Look at me, Jill,” he murmured, cleaving her open with each glorious stroke. “I want to watch your face when you spend.”

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