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Jaul curved reverent hands over the pouting swell of her breasts. ‘Pure perfection,’ he murmured thickly.
He tugged at the pale pink straining buds and then, emitting a groan of surrender, he lowered his head and hungrily enveloped them in his mouth. It felt so good to Chrissie that she gasped and clutched at his luxuriant black hair. Her whole body was coming alive and singing and the blaze he was awakening at the heart of her was burning fever bright, her lower limbs moving restively, her thighs pressing together on the hollow ache he had roused. At that moment, she had never wanted anything more than she wanted his touch and she shifted her hips, edgy and needy, before her hands began to explore him, reacquainting herself with the corrugated flatness of his abdomen before stroking down to the long, thick prominence of his erection. He was smooth as silk, hard as steel.
‘Stop. I’m too excited,’ Jaul warned her raggedly. ‘I want to come inside you.’
‘Rush,’ she told him again with greater urgency, twitching her hips upwards again while grazing her fingertips teasingly over the crown of his manhood.
‘You don’t tell me what to do in bed,’ Jaul husked.
With a lightness of heart she hadn’t experienced in a very long time, Chrissie laughed out loud. ‘Lie back for me for just five minutes...and I promise you, you’ll do whatever I want,’ she whispered provocatively.
‘Not tonight.’
His hand skimmed down over her tummy and between her slender thighs. A fingertip traced the wet, silky entrance to her body and her hips jackknifed, hunger rising so swiftly and powerfully that she almost cried out.
Jaul shifted down the bed and found her damp, heated core with his tongue and this time she did cry out, her breathing fractured, her throat convulsing as the incredible pleasure blasted her into another reality where blissful ripples of sensation engulfed her, locking out absolutely everything else. Her head twisted back and forth on the pillow, perspiration breaking on her skin, her nipples peaking as his fingers delved deep into her and his talented tongue tormented her into ecstasy. The climax hit her like a speeding train, snatching her up and throwing her high.
‘That was...amazing,’ Chrissie mumbled weakly, the words slurring as he lifted her up and flipped her over to settle her down on her knees.
‘I aim to please, habibti.’
Having positioned her on the bed to his satisfaction, Jaul drove into her tight, wet channel and the sensation of being stretched to the utmost was so irresistibly seductive that a strangled sob of encouragement escaped Chrissie. She was out of control and revelling in the awareness. A frenzy of need gripped her as he surged and ebbed inside her sensitive sheath. With every plunging entrance, her heart slammed against her ribcage and her excitement climbed another notch. He ground his body into hers and then ratcheted up the tempo with long, smooth, deep thrusts until she was literally sobbing out loud with tormented pleasure. Her spine arching, she pushed back against him, guided by an impatient frantic need she could not withstand. As that reached a peak, she went careening over the crest into an orgasm that flooded her with joy, satisfaction and warmth and listened to Jaul groan out loud in completion.
‘Now that was truly worthy of the word amazing,’ Jaul rasped as he turned her back over and dragged her back into the hot, damp embrace of his lean, powerful body.
He had both arms anchored round her, imprisoning her as though at any moment she might make a break for freedom. But Chrissie was exactly where she wanted to be. Strong emotions were still churning round inside her. Jaul had said that hoping was not a sin and here she was caught up in hoping too, she acknowledged ruefully. For the first time she understood herself: she still loved Jaul and in admitting that she was shedding the heavy burden of past memories and disillusionment to focus on the new start he had promised.
‘So...er...you mentioned another wedding,’ she reminded him gently.
‘If you think you could bear it,’ Jaul murmured cautiously, tensing as she buried her head below his chin, wondering whether she was driven by affection or avoidance.
‘I think I could, particularly if it was more like the dream wedding I never got,’ she confided softly.
