by V.K. Sykes
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Nate didn’t want to be apart from her for even a second, but he had to find his pants. Before he’d left for the golf course this morning, he’d shoved a condom into his pocket, even though he’d figured there wasn’t much hope he’d get to use it tonight.
Damn. Had sweet Holly proven him wrong.
He ripped the foil open and hurriedly unrolled the ribbed latex over his aching cock. If he didn’t get to bury it inside her soon, he’d lose his mind. Or he’d just lose it, because he didn’t think he could hold back any longer. No woman had ever gotten him hotter than he was at this moment.
Holly unleashed a radiant smile and held her arms open for him, her slim legs bent at the knees and her luscious hips tilted up to receive him. Her soft, swollen flesh, so pink and wet, peeked out from behind that sweet nest of curls. She looked so fucking sexy—so totally relaxed in her own body.
No fooling around with that girl now. Clearly, all his hard, insanely enjoyable work had blasted her bout of nerves into the stratosphere and her inner sex goddess had come roaring forth. He felt humbled to be the lucky recipient of all that sensual energy.
He came down on top of her, desire pulsing through his whole body. As the tip of his cock probed her drenched opening, he knew she was more than ready—ready to take the full length of him in one thrust. He pressed into her gently but without pause, the hardness of his shaft pushing its way through her slick folds. When Holly moaned, he knew it was in pleasure, not discomfort. She was so hot and wet. Buried as deep as he could go, he held himself still, propped on his elbows as he reveled in her liquid fire.
Panting, Holly pulled her knees up high, spreading herself as she hooked her ankles high on the back of his thighs. He nudged in deeper, watching the rush of blood to her cheeks as he began to move. Her eyes looked dazed, but she licked her lips, a tiny, greedy little flick of the tongue as she arched her back. Her auburn hair spread in a wild mass across the pillow, and the full globes of her breasts bounced as he mounted her. The feel of her, the look of her, made his cock seem to swell even more.
Fuck. She was a goddess, Nate thought as he swooped down to capture her mouth in a brutal kiss. Holly moaned as he nibbled her neck, and her hands drifted down his back to grasp his ass. She tried to urge him even deeper inside, but he resisted, pulling his cock all the way out. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped in protest.
Unable to resist, Nate used the tip of his erection to tease her tight, hard clit.
“Oh, you…jerk,” she whimpered, her eyes practically rolling back into her head. “You’re making me crazy!”
Nate had to grit his teeth. It was sweet agony, being so close to her wet pussy and not sliding inside. His cock threatened to erupt as it rubbed through her slick folds and against her swollen bud.
Finally, no longer able to bear it—and she was sobbing with frustration—he pushed into her with one smooth thrust and held himself deep inside her tight channel as she dug her nails into his back. Then he withdrew to the tip of his cock and plunged it in again, all the way to the hilt. Over and over, he kept up a steady rhythm.
Holly’s arms drifted up over her head, and she pushed her slender hands against the headboard. Her breathing sounded shallow, and her eyes glazed with pleasure. As he picked up the pace, she began to murmur in a husky little voice, using the leverage of the headboard to grind her pelvis into him.
“Oh, baby. That’s so good, so good,” she whispered in a sexy chant. “Yes, just like that. Just like that. Just like that.”
Nate groaned, lust capturing him in an iron grip. He loved to hear a woman voice her pleasure. He loved connecting with her. And with Holly, so innocently sensual and natural in her response, the connection was deep and intoxicating.
“Oh, Nate! I’m coming again,” she cried out. Arching her back, she grabbed his hips and pulled him hard against her, writhing and moaning as the orgasm ripped through her.
Nate grabbed her hands and pushed them up over her head, freeing his hips from her grasp. Then he surged into her, rocketing to the brink. He stared down into her eyes, glittering with emerald flecks in the dim lamplight. She smiled up at him, wildly flushed, totally female, and so beautiful.
He roared and came hard, pumping into her until he fell onto her lush body, exhausted and completely spent.
Chapter Thirteen