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“Oh!” Their noses bumped. He adjusted the tilt of his head, then slaughtered her with the soft buss of his lips. For a figment, he sure felt solid. The chill that had been prickling her skin instantly vanished. He was all hands, and not shy about where he put them, which wasn’t to say he wasn’t utterly respectful too. “I think you’re right. This is too nice to be anything other than head trauma.”
“Nice?” he barked, like she’d dealt him a massive insult. “Nice is for bake sales.” His mouth skimmed down the side of her throat, while his hands rode up under the jumper he’d clothed her in earlier. She was braless, so there was no barrier to the exploration. “Christ, woman, you’ve tits for days.” His head followed his hands inside the wool swaddling, and into the groove of her cleavage, before his mouth moved to her nipple. His tongue swirled around the areola before he encompassed it and sucked. Jodi felt it all across her body. It curled her toes, and sped up her heart rate, but it was the hum of appreciation in his throat that really got her. He sounded like he was lost in a hedonistic paradise, not on his back on the cold earth by a fire in a glorified greenhouse.
Paul pushed his head up through the neck hole alongside her, probably stretching it out of shape for all eternity. The heat of his breath whispered against her chin and then her lips. She moaned into his mouth, which he echoed back as their tongues tangoed.
“Yeah,” he agreed, jogging her into his lap as he sat, so that she rested against the wedge of his cock.
“You know I’m dying to see this piercing.”
“You know I’m dying to show it to you.”
“And let me touch it?” she cheekily prompted. “Except my hands are cold.”
He extracted his head from the jumper, then blew into the cradle he made of her hands. It was the heat of his body that warmed them as much as his breath. She followed the descent of her hand down his abs as he guided her touch. Every inch of him was a visual treat. Turned out his cock didn’t disappoint either. After a moment or two of palming him through his joggers, she hooked her index fingers under the waistband.
“Show me.”
“Babe, those things are barely keeping him contained.”
True to his words, his erection escaped the fabric, rearing towards her touch. “Damn!” A grin stretched her cheeks to the limits of their elasticity. Not only was he pierced as promised—a silver ring with a ball closure—he was huge. Her hands were suddenly clammy, her pussy fluttering in anticipation. Wow! It was enough to make her eyes water.
And yet, she was squirming in anticipation of feeling it. “That’s—”
“Not too daunting a proposition for you, hopefully.”
“You’re joking, right?” she said, pawing around behind them for the condoms. “I’m sure as hell not going to have to worry about whether I’ll feel it.”
“Is that usually an issue?”
“I just like—” She was going to say a big dick, but he interrupted her.
“Sex? Yeah, I’m pretty sold on it myself. With the right person, obviously. And you’re definitely that, before you start doubting it. Are you going to take this off?” He tugged at the hem of the jumper. “And let me watch you jiggle.”
“You want me on top?”
“Hell yeah, if you’re comfortable up there.”
She wouldn’t normally have been so brazen, but everything about him made her feel beautiful in her skin. She threw off the knitwear and let him drink his fill.
“Woman, you’re a fucking goddess.”
“Yeah, the goddess of cats and catastrophes.”
“Consider me your chief worshipper.” He dived into her cleavage again, before leaning back to roll on the condom she passed him. Christ, she was going to feel this. She was breathless already thinking about it, and she couldn’t stop herself from touching him. His abs, all the ink on his chest and shoulders, the thick length of his cock that he was trying to dress in latex.
“I want you,” she hissed into his ear as she ground onto the tip of him. Fuck, she was so wet she could feel her own slipperiness.
“Just let yourself get used to it a sec.”
Shove that. She wanted the whole of him right now. She sank over his shaft, exulting in the sensation as her muscles stretched and became pliant. Hell, yes! It made her pant and him growl like a goddamned animal. “Yeah, come on. Fuck me.”
“Lady.” He ravaged her mouth, his kisses losing all civility in favour of obscenity. It was a heady cocktail. Her hips moved, finding an instinctive rhythm. He was all hers. The noises coming out of him, a powerful serenade. There was no doubting that he wanted her, that he wasn’t every bit as into her as she was into him. They fit somehow. Him all muscle and sinew. Her soft, bountiful, her slickness smoothing the ride.
When she squeezed around him, he made a garbled noise in the back of his throat. “Not too much of that. You’ll make me come, and I like being inside you too much to chase that just yet. Cool it, Castle.”
Cool it! That was a good ’un, considering he’d wedged a hand between them and was rubbing her clit with his thumb—a thumb that was a little rough at the tip, presumably from plucking guitar strings, but which was expertly strumming her like he’d mastered the art of getting her off aeons past.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
