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She ground against him.
He returned the favor. Moving his mouth to her shoulder, he gave her a slight nip. With every fiber of his being, he yearned to be inside her. He was dying to feel her blazing wet heat encase him into a channel of bliss.
“Claude!”
Her wild cry gave Claude all the incentive he needed. He pressed his hand against her mound, circling her erect nubbin between his fingers. He shifted and entered her from behind.
Amata cried out.
He paused, afraid he’d hurt her.
But she grabbed the bedpost and use it to lever herself to push into him.
That was a clear signal if there ever was one. He moved again, thrusting into her over and over. With each drive, he paid careful attention to her clit, making sure she got every bit of friction she craved.
Amata grabbed his hand, her nails digging into his skin.
She had to be close. Her sharp breaths and moans were music to his ears. Her building pleasure was a symphony that excited him into a near frenzy. With a grunt, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Without pausing, he settled the tip of his slick erection at the entrance of her silky passage before plunging into her once again. Wrapping his arms around her, he fused his mouth to hers. Driven by sheer instinct, his tongue danced in time with hers, mimicking every penetrating thrust of his hips.
Claude’s kiss was the pinnacle of pleasure for Amata. And Holy Goddess, what a kiss. The way he used his talented lips and tongue was a revelation. Each swipe was warm and lingering, leaving the flavor of an aroused man that coated her tongue with his sweet, salty taste. Each stroke sent electrical shocks of heat from the tip of her head to her undulating sex. Everything inside her melted, and her insides went from frozen to molten lava in an instant. Claude cradled the back of her head, creating a more intimate caress.
A passionate fervor surged through Amata’s veins, driving her to press her lips hungrily against his. But that wasn’t enough. With a feverish jerk, she tore herself away to look down at their bodies so she could get a better view of him. Her gaze raked across his toned muscles as he moved in and out of her with tantalizing precision. She sucked in a sharp breath as her hips bucked of their own accord to match his. The sight of them together made her back arch as her rumbling peak roared closer.
All too soon, the pace became more frantic. Her rapture expanded as his driving length discovered a spot so sensitive, she forgot to breathe.
Instead of allowing her to reach climax, he pulled out once again. He ignored her cry of rage as he rolled them until his back was on the mattress as he held her over his pulsating, shiny cock. With mind-numbing deliberation, he put her over his iron erection, allowing the tip to probe her wet folds.
She sighed in relief when his thick invader sensually slid inside. At first, the position was awkward. With Claude so much bigger than her, the width of his hips made it difficult for her to rise on her knees. Instead, she laid her feet flat on the bed and squatted. Placing her palms on the sculpted planes of his chest for support, she set the pace and undulated her hips over his. In, then out, the friction heated her insides, which spasmed in response.
Claude grasped Amata’s breasts, rolling and pinching her sensitive nipples.
In response, she clutched her inner muscles around his steel flesh.
Claude’s eyes widened, his lips pursed with a moan.
Amata clasped tighter.
He growled in response.
Chasing the elusive prize, she rode the man harder and harder. Her blood sang with the frantic need to find fulfillment, to burn away the tension building inside. She moaned as his hands moved over her body, setting her ablaze, causing molten ecstasy to take over. Writhing throbs of delicious pressure swamped over her. A tickle of bliss began an upward spiral, heating her muscles with renewed vigor. Claude’s hands moved from her breasts to her mound. When he rubbed his thumb against her clitoris, something deep inside heaved.
“Now, Amata!” Claude’s demand came through clenched teeth. “Now!” He pinched the nub.
Head thrown back, she gave a high-pitched wail before shattering into a million glorious pieces, not caring if she ever came together again.
Holding her tight, Claude roared his own completion with one last hard thrust, pouring liquid ecstasy into her.
Together, they shuddered as the last spasms of joy rippled through them.
Amata may have lived for thousands of years, but she never, ever, had a sensual encounter like the one she’d just experienced with Claude. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she desired to have sex with anyone. The act lost its appeal not too long after her husband, Gannon, died. All Claude had to do was touch her, and she was more than ready for him. Hell, who was she kidding? Just being with him, inhaling the musky fragrance that was all Claude, and she attacked him like a nympho on steroids.
She moaned and rolled off him, her body limp and boneless. Eyes closed, she murmured her pleasure when he spooned behind her, entwining a firm thigh between hers. She arched against him and reached to the back of his head. She caressed his thick hair and purred with satisfaction.
Claude kissed her shoulder and pressed his slick chest against her back.
It was easy to feel his heart throbbing against her, causing her own heart to thrum in rhythm with his.
“Auntie, how is Claude… ah… doing?” An indrawn breath. “Oh, my. Um, looks like he’s doing pretty good. I guess.” A nervous laugh.
