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  He heard the hitch in her breath, felt the pounding of her heart. Recognizing the signals of her approaching climax, he covered her mouth with his again and swallowed her cries as she came.

  The kiss went from full-on ravishing to the gentlest of caresses as he allowed her body to float back from the heavens. Once her breathing sounded softer, he lifted his mouth from hers. That slumberous, amazing-orgasm light shone in her eyes. But he also knew one climax wouldn’t be enough for Rayna. She’d always demanded more from him and he’d been only too happy to do whatever she needed to come over and over again.

  “You aren’t through,” he said in a statement, not a question.

  She shook her head.

  “Do you want more?”

  Instead of answering with words, she tunneled her hands into his hair again and kissed him with hunger. Marcus clamped her legs tighter to hold her firmly against him. Without breaking their kiss, he walked toward his bedroom.

  Marcus saw no reason to make the bed in the morning when he’d crawl right back into it that night. The lady who cleaned for him came on Thursday, so he’d slept on his sheets for almost a week. A thought flittered through his mind that he wished the sheets could be clean and fresh for Rayna.

  The way she kissed him, though, clearly told him whether or not he made his bed wouldn’t cross her mind.

  He tumbled them to the mattress, putting out one hand so he wouldn’t land too hard on top of her. Her legs immediately encircled his waist, her arms went around his neck. She obviously had no intention of letting him go anytime soon.

  That worked for him.

  Although he loved kissing Rayna, Marcus needed more. He wanted to run his hands all over her, reacquaint himself with her curves and hollows. He wanted to suck her nipples, lick her tummy, taste the cream trickling from her pussy.

  After one more long, passionate kiss, Marcus rose to his knees between her legs. “Hands beside your head,” he ordered softly.

  She did as he said, laying her hands palms up.

  “Leave them there.”

  A nod proved she would obey his command. Marcus pushed up her T-shirt to above her breasts. Lace and satin in the palest of blue covered mounds the size of apples. He swallowed when he saw the front closure. His hands trembled. He flexed his fingers to get them to cooperate the way they should, then released the hook and drew apart the cups. Dark coral nipples stood up from the center of the areolae. Tiny bumps scattered across the colored circles proved desire still coursed through her body.

  “God,” he muttered.

  Gently, almost reverently, Marcus cradled her breasts, pushed them together. He watched his thumbs as he brushed them over the firm tips. A smile played over his lips when her nipples hardened even more.

  He glanced at Rayna’s face. She lay with her lips parted, her hands clutching the pillow beneath her head. Her gaze traveled from his face to his hands and back to his face.

  “Your nipples were always sensitive,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “Are they still?”

  “Yes,” she said in a bare whisper.

  He continued to thumb the crests while he kneaded her breasts. “I remember a few times I made you come by sucking your nipples.”

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Think I could do that again?”

  “Maybe. But …” Her voice trailed off.

  “But what?”

  She lifted her hips from the bed, pointedly looked at the bulge behind his fly. “I want your cock inside me.”

  His dick jumped, as if it agreed with her sexy request. He’d love nothing more than to bury his hard flesh inside her wet sheath. First, he had other things he wanted to do to her.

  He tugged her into a sitting position long enough to remove her T-shirt and bra. Once she reclined with her hands by her head again, he unfastened her jeans. Panties, jeans, and shoes came off together. He dropped them over the edge of the bed, not caring where they landed. He only cared about giving as much pleasure as possible to the beautiful woman lying before him.

  He rested his clenched fists on his thighs, let his gaze slowly travel over her body. He’d noticed in the hospital waiting room that her body remained slim, but her breasts seemed fuller and her hips wider. Now, with her lying nude before him, he could see he’d been correct in his assessment of her yesterday.

  Some things had remained the same, others had changed. Her ivory skin continued to be unmarred by freckles that sometimes happened with redheads. The evidence of her natural red hair spread across her mound in a neatly trimmed patch. She used to shave her pussy, but no longer.

  Reaching out one finger, he fluffed the red curls. “When did you stop shaving?”

  “A couple of years ago.”

  He looked into her eyes. “I like this better.”

  He leaned over and kissed the spot he’d touched with his finger. Running his hands along her sides, he moved up her body, dropping kisses along the way. One nipple received a gentle kiss before he drew it into his mouth to suckle. He lavished attention on it for several moments before repeating the process on her other nipple. He stopped when he felt Rayna’s hands in his hair. Taking her wrists, he pressed her hands beside her head again.

  “You weren’t supposed to move these.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  “Not until I’m through touching you.”

  The wrinkling of her forehead told him she didn’t like his take-charge attitude. She’d gone along with it for a while, but she must have tired of obeying him. He fought back a smile when she released a huff of air. “You aren’t being fair.”

  “You’ll think I’m very fair when I make you come another three or four times.”

  Her eyes widened. “Three or four?” she squeaked.

  “At least.”

  “Marcus, you—”

  He cut off her words with a kiss. His mouth slanted across hers, parting her lips with his tongue. She arched beneath him, pressed her pussy against his fly, her breasts against his chest. The proof that she wanted him as much as he wanted her caused his blood to flow faster, his blood pressure to rise higher. He could reach between them, unfasten his jeans, and be inside her in seconds.

  To keep from doing that, Marcus tore his mouth from hers and retraced the journey he’d made along her body. He showered more attention on her breasts, kneading and squeezing one while sucking the nipple of the other. The scent of her arousal wafted between them, urging him to continue down her body to the satiny flesh between her thighs.

  He covered her mound with kisses as he pushed her legs farther apart. Sliding down on the bed, he stretched out on his stomach. His kisses moved to the inside of her silky thighs. With only the light from the living room filtering across the bed, he couldn’t see her pussy as clearly as he’d like, but he could feel.

  And taste.

  One swipe of his tongue had her quivering and him groaning. Spreading her labia with his thumbs, he licked the full length of the feminine lips again. She tasted a little salty, a little sweet, a little tangy.

  Delicious.

  Marcus slid his hands beneath her ass to bring her pretty cunt closer to his mouth. He flashed his tongue across her clit, darted it into her channel, tickled her clit again. The bundle of nerves hardened, grew, beneath his tongue. Cream oozed from her sheath. He lapped it up as quickly as it formed, letting it flow over his tongue and down his throat.

  She moved her hands into his hair again. This time, he didn’t reprimand her. He wanted her touch as much as she wanted to touch him. Holding hunks of his hair, she guided his mouth directly over her clit.

  “Suck it,” she whispered.

  Only too happy to obey her, he settled his mouth over her clit and sucked. Rayna drew in a sharp breath, tugged hard on his hair. He winced at the bite of pain, yet didn’t stop. He had no intention of stopping until she’d come again.

  It didn’t take long. Mere moments later, Rayna’s body tensed, then bucked as she released a long moan. Marcus pushed two f
ingers inside her. Her internal walls milked them through her climax.

  No longer able to wait one more second to be inside her, Marcus lifted his groin enough to release his cock from his jeans. Crawling up her body, he entered her with one fast thrust.

  It was like coming home.

  He kissed her while beginning a slow, gentle pumping. Slow must not have worked for Rayna, for she rested her ankles on his thighs and dug her fingernails into his ass. This bite of pain he liked. It urged him to move faster, pump harder. Marcus did both as he kissed her again.

  He wanted to draw out the lovemaking and make it last, but being inside Rayna felt too good. Her slick pussy clamped his cock every time he started to withdraw, almost as if it didn’t want to release him. He didn’t know whether he should speed up or slow down.

  Rayna made the decision for him when she lifted her hips off the bed. “Faster, Marcus.”

  He once again slipped his hands beneath her ass and gripped it so he could pump quicker. She slid her fingernails up and down his back…. not scratching, but in a sensual caress.

  Burying his face against her neck, he pressed kisses along her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. “Come with me, Rayna,” he growled in her ear. “I want to feel your pussy grip my dick when you come.”

  He’d barely said the words when she arched beneath him. “Marcus!”

  Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he let the little ripples inside her sheath drive him over the edge, too.

  8

  It amazed Rayna that she could think at all when her body felt like one big overcooked noodle. She could barely keep her arms around Marcus’s neck, her legs around his waist. Somewhere she found the strength, for she didn’t want to let him go yet.

  He must have felt the same way, for he didn’t move either. He lay with his face against her neck, one hand beneath her butt, the other hand resting on her breast. Every few seconds, his thumb brushed across her nipple. That’s the only part of his body that moved.

  She didn’t plan this. When she came to check on her grandmother, she had no intention of seeing Marcus. She didn’t know he lived in Lanville, or worked for Coleman Construction, or that she would run into him at the hospital.

  He lifted his head and looked at her face. The dimness in the room kept her from seeing his expression clearly. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  “Yeah.” He shifted his hips, proving that just because he’d climaxed didn’t mean his cock had softened. “I’m not through either.”

  He shifted again, driving his cock farther inside her. This time, Rayna planned to be in charge.

  “Your jeans are rubbing my legs.”

  “I can fix that.” He slowly withdrew from her. Rayna pressed her lips together to keep from moaning at the pleasure of his hard flesh dragging across sensitive tissue. She watched him lie on his back, push his jeans down his legs, and toss them on the floor. He started to roll back on top of her. A hand on his chest stopped him.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “It’s my turn to play with you.”

  He didn’t move for a few moments, then relaxed on his back. “Go for it.”

  He lay before her like a smorgasbord of tasty treats. She didn’t know where to start. Reacquainting herself with his new body would be a good place. He’d matured in the five years since she’d been with him—his shoulders wider, his muscles more defined. She’d always thought of his body as husky, but the physical work he did in construction had definitely sculpted all the planes and hollows into a work of art.

  Propping up on her elbow, she trailed her other hand over his shoulders, across his chest, down his torso. She stopped at his waist and repeated her journey back to his shoulders. She liked the tickle of his chest hair beneath her palm. She’d always enjoyed playing with the light sprinkling that grew across his chest before tapering to his navel. From there, it widened, thickened, to form a nest for his cock.

  His shaft jumped when she let her fingertips trail from head to balls. She would swear it had increased in size, just like the rest of his body. His breathing grew more labored as she circled his balls with her forefinger. She moved her fingertip back up to the head, circled it once, twice, three times.

  Seeing Marcus grip the sheet beneath him sent power surging through her body. She liked knowing she could affect him so strongly.

  Rayna moved between his legs on her knees. Starting at his shoulders, she dragged both hands down his torso, letting her fingernails lightly scratch him. She didn’t keep them long due to her job, but had enough length so he would feel them on his skin. He hissed in a long breath when her nails skated over his nipples. Enjoying his response, she scratched his nipples again, a bit harder this time.

  “Damn, Rayna,” he said in a choked voice.

  “You don’t like this?” she asked before she leaned over and licked each firm nub.

  “You know I do.”

  Yes, she did. She remembered how much he loved for her to touch him … everywhere.

  She licked each nipple again as she palmed his cock. Damp from her juices, it slid easily across her hand. Holding her prize, she slithered down his body, making sure her nipples slid over his skin on her journey. She placed his cock between her breasts, then plumped them around the hard column.

  Marcus whimpered.

  It had been years since she’d had a man’s cock between her breasts—or a man’s cock anywhere, for that matter—so it took her a few moments to establish a comfortable rhythm. He laid his hands over hers and pressed her breasts tighter against his shaft. Each time he pumped, pre-cum oozed from the slit. Rayna lapped up each drop. The salty flavor made her long for more of his taste.

  Suddenly, Marcus stopped pumping. His abrupt action froze her in place. “What’s wrong?”

  “I was about to come.”

  Her pussy clenched at the thought of his cum shooting all over her breasts. “I want you to.”

  “Not this way. Inside you.”

  Wanting to feel him thrusting into her sheath again overruled her desire for him to come on her breasts. Rayna rose to her knees, then straddled his hips. Gripping the base of his cock, she started to lower herself to take him.

  “Wait.” Marcus grabbed her hips before she could sink onto his cock. “I’m still too close to coming. Let me take care of you first.” He patted his mouth with one finger. “Right here.”

  She’d be an idiot to refuse his suggestion. Rayna waited until Marcus pulled the pillow from beneath his head and tossed it aside, then moved up his body. He palmed her ass, guided her pussy to his mouth. She held tightly to the headboard and waited for the brush of his tongue.

  It came as a bare flick to her clit. Rayna closed her eyes, let her head fall back to better enjoy the sensation. After two intense orgasms, his tongue shouldn’t feel so good. She shouldn’t want him as much as she did, yet years without sex had left her ravenous.

  Marcus flicked her clit again, a bit harder this time. The tip of his tongue circled the sensitive nub, laved up and down the feminine lips, licked her clit again. He’d always known where to touch her, and how, to give her the most pleasure. The years apart hadn’t changed that. Of course, he’d probably made love to dozens of women since they’d divorced, so he’d had lots of practice. Just because she’d been celibate didn’t mean Marcus hadn’t had lovers.

  It hurt to think of Marcus with another woman … touching her, kissing her, licking her pussy the way he now licked Rayna’s.

  A fingertip brushed her anus, bringing her back to the present and the wicked things Marcus did with his tongue. Soon any thoughts of other women in his bed disappeared as she concentrated on the feelings roaring through her body. He pushed one finger into her ass, pumped it in and out while he continued to lick, stroke, suck.

  Rayna tightened her hold on the headboard. She moved her hips back and forth, dragging her pussy across Marcus’s mouth and chin. The bit of stubble caused a delicious friction across the swollen, wet tissues.

 
; “Oh, God!”

  The climax rushed through her body from her toes, to the top of her head, and out to her limbs. She would’ve melted on top of Marcus if he hadn’t gripped her butt so firmly. He slowly pulled his finger from her ass, helped her to move backward until she once more straddled his hips. This time, he didn’t stop her when she lowered herself onto his cock.

  He grasped her hips, pulled her down as he thrust up. “Ride me, Rayna.”

  She wondered if she’d have the strength to breathe, much less ride. The feel of him surging inside her gave her a boost of energy. Rayna placed her hands on Marcus’s chest for support and began to move.

  The sound of flesh slapping flesh and heavy breathing filled the room. So did the scent of sex. Rayna’s breasts bounced with every movement, which must have pleased Marcus because he stared directly at them. Rayna cradled them in her palms, caressed the nipples with her thumbs. He went back and forth from looking at her breasts to gazing into her eyes.

  “I love to watch you touch yourself,” he whispered.

  “I remember. I love watching you touch yourself, too.”

  They’d often indulged in a mutual masturbation session, which led to a fast and furious fucking session. It had always amazed Rayna how quickly Marcus recuperated after a climax. His cock barely softened before he would be ready to go again.

  Just like tonight.

  Marcus slid his hands beneath hers and caressed her breasts. A gentle squeeze, a harder kneading, a pluck of her nipples. Everything he did sent a pleasant zing directly to her clit.

  “Faster, Rayna. Ride me faster.”

  Once more placing her hands on his chest to brace herself, she increased the speed of her movements. Marcus continued caressing her breasts, plucking her nipples … driving up her desire until it couldn’t possibly go any higher.

  Then …

  A flash of heat. A blast of pleasure. A gasp of breath as the climax galloped through her body.