Stroke Of Midnight by Jamie Denton

Author:Jamie Denton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2003-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

“DON’T STOP NOW,” she said a few moments later, when the world had quit spinning.

“Mmm.” She felt the vibration of his voice against her tummy. “Giving you a breather, Puss.”

“I don’t need one,” she said, even though she was panting. Her lungs hurt as if she’d run a race, but she took a deep breath to ease them, eager to continue. Her hand brushed through his hair. In the ballroom, the revelry went on.

She rocked her hips to be sure she had his attention. “I forgot to tell you.”

His head lifted. “What?”

“How I prefer my orgasms.”

“Oh?”

“Like doughnuts,” she said, tugging at his shoulders. She sat up, reaching around his waist to pull off his cummerbund. She began working on the studs of his shirt. Skin—she needed to feel his skin.

“Hot from the deep fryer?” he guessed as she gave up on the studs and pulled the tail of his shirt from his pants. “One right after the other?”

“Nope.” Ahh. Her hands touched bare chest. She ran her fingers over the tight muscled terrain, slick with a light mist of perspiration. She smiled. How had he managed to hold off?

He moaned when her fingers dipped toward his zipper. “Wait. I have to know. How do you prefer your orgasms and your doughnuts?”

She rubbed her belly against his arousal. “Filled.”

After a moment of silence, he laughed with delight. “Yeah. They’re better for me that way, too.”

“Well, then?” She tilted her head toward his.

They kissed. She had both hands on him, toying with him, until he let out a soft “Argh,” and pushed her onto her back, opening her thighs as he knelt between them and released his erection. It was long and thick and impossibly hard, and her tongue curled just looking at it.

“I’ll do it,” she said, sitting up and finding one of the condoms that had fallen to the floor. She took her time sheathing him, wanting to feel the pulsing of his flesh in her hands. He knelt obediently before her, until she ducked to lick the dewdrop off the head of his penis, and then he pushed forward into her waiting mouth with a guttural sigh. She gave one long, savoring suck before fitting the condom to him and rolling it down his slickened shaft.

“Come here.” He put his hands under her bottom and lifted, centering her against his erection.

Molten with need, she let go, her head and shoulders falling back on the pillows, her spine bowed into an inverted C. She pressed her palms over her breasts, covering the aching, erect tips. When she opened her eyes, the alcove seemed to have turned upside down. “You come here.” She tweaked her nipples. “I need your mouth.”

“You need this,” he said, and speared into her with a thrust of his hips.

“Oh!” He’d filled her so completely the air was driven from her lungs. She gasped once, twice, and then he was there, kissing her as they rocked back and forth like a boat lapped by waves. Dipping low,

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