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  His kiss overwhelmed her senses, stealing her breath, making her body buzz with indescribable pleasure. He alternately suckled her lips, then her tongue, sweeping through her mouth with masterful strokes. He tasted of passion, fire and barely restrained desire. A desperate need to know more of his body rippled through her. Tentatively, she stole into his mouth, wrapping her tongue around his. His response was a low, drawn-out growl of need, and an infinitesimal tightening of his arm around her waist. But that slight reaction urged her on and she pulled him closer, tangling her fingers into his silky soft hair.

  Under her nightgown, her nipples beaded painfully, aching to rub against his naked flesh, to be suckled into the warm wetness of his mouth. But his sole focus was still on her mouth, as though he was afraid to do more.

  Lightly tugging on his hair, she separated their mouths. His eyes followed the path of her tongue as she licked her swollen lips. Her mouth felt bruised, but she relished that feeling. “More, Dusty. I want more. All of you. Please.”

  “You’ve been through so much. Believe me, you’ve got all of me, but I don’t wanna scare you, sweetheart.”

  “You don’t scare me.” Her hands slid from his neck, down to his chest, playing with the short curly hair there. “You make me feel alive and free. All I know is that I don’t want tonight to end. I don’t want you to ever stop touching me.”

  Skylar’s eyes fluttered shut as Dusty leaned in to kiss her again. His lips brushed lightly over hers, then continued up her cheek to her ear where he whispered, “I’m gonna taste you now. Run my mouth all over your body. Is that okay?” He nibbled her earlobe, lightly tugging on the tender flesh there.

  Her eyes shot open and an involuntary shiver rocked her. “Yes, Dusty…God, yes.” She didn’t even sound like herself, her words husky and wanting. She curled her fingers into his shoulders, clinging desperately to the man who concurrently made her feel safe, yet desperate to lose control.

  “Good,” was his only reply, then he arranged their bodies until she lay flat on the bed and he was above her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and began to feast.

  Her body came alive under his touch. The warmth of his tongue as he tasted her flesh. The rough burn of his whiskers against her sensitive skin. The gentle nip of his teeth as he suckled at the rapidly beating pulse in her throat. She arched her neck back, silently begging for more.

  Slowly, torturously, he moved from her neck to her shoulders, stopping to explore every dip and curve with both his hands and mouth. His fingers teased along the top of her nightgown, running back and forth over the lacy edge. “God, you take my breath away, Skylar.”

  His mouth lowered until she could feel the heat of his breath against her breast, through the material of her nightgown. “You nearly killed me laying here all this time, watching your nipples swell and darken through your transparent nightgown, figuring I’d die without a taste.”

  He swiped his tongue over her right nipple and she nearly came off the bed. Her breath came in rapid pants and she surprised herself by groaning, “Again.”

  “Oh, hell, yes.” He latched onto her areola through the nightgown, pulling it into the warm recesses of his mouth. His hand explored her other breast, plumping the soft flesh there, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching her already erect nub. The fabric separating their bodies frustrated her. She wanted to rip it away and bare herself completely to his touch. Instead she looked down her body and watched their bodies react to each other.

  His dark blond head nuzzled at one breast, his large hand covered the other. His need was her need. She ran one hand through his hair, pressing him even closer to her and she trembled as he reacted to her unspoken request and suckled harder and deeper, his hand switching from gentle to harsher tugs of her pebbled flesh.

  A warm rush of liquid flooded her core, leaking from her body, dampening the flesh between her legs. Desperately, she arched upward, seeking more…knowing only Dusty could provide it.

  He moved back up and owned her mouth again with long, slow sweeps of his tongue. As though her body had a wanton mind of its own, it arched and rubbed against him, needing to feel his chest against her breasts, desperate to feel his hardness enveloped in her heat. She could barely breathe, her arousal was so strong, yet at the same time, she wanted to prolong everything he did to her, make every moment last forever.

  Dusty’s breathing was staggered when he finally pulled away. Light brown eyes sought hers and she saw his deep level of desire, but an even deeper level of caring and concern resided there as well. She knew that he’d back away in a heartbeat if he thought she wasn’t ready. He smoothed her hair. “If it’s okay, I’m gonna take your nightgown off now. I wanna see all of you.”

  She nodded, almost too choked up to speak. What had she done to deserve this man? She’d do it all again, her time with Craze, the fear of not knowing what would happen next, if it meant she could stay in Dusty’s arms.

  He wiped those thoughts away as he slid down her body, stopping to kiss each nipple before moving down to where her nightgown rested just above her knees. His hands slipped beneath, resting on her outer thighs, and he paused, looking up to meet her eyes. “You’re trembling.”

  “Only because I want you so badly.”

  Their gazes stayed locked as he brought his hands to her hips, bunching up the nightgown. Cool air hit her inner thighs and she struggled not to moan, afraid he would take it the wrong way and stop. She sat up to give him the freedom to pull the nightgown over her head.

  When it was gone, puddled on the floor next to the bed, neither of them moved. Skylar remained sitting up, her hands pressed into the bed at her sides. Dusty straddled her legs, his hands fisted on his denim-clad thighs, caressing her body with his worshipful gaze. She returned the favor, looking her fill of his body, coming to rest on the front of his jeans and the very large distraction hidden there. With the removal of her nightgown, it was as though she’d shed all her inhibitions and she lifted her hand and placed it over Dusty’s straining cock.

  Even through the denim she could feel his heat and strength. Not to mention his extra large size. He had to be uncomfortable trapped in those jeans. Wanting to explore every delicious inch of him, she stroked her hand down lower between his legs. He shuddered and let out a garbled moan. Eyes wide, her gaze shot to his face and she pulled her hand back, afraid she’d hurt him.

  He grabbed her rapidly retreating hand. “Don’t stop.” He exhaled shakily. “I—I mean, don’t stop unless you want to.”

  A mixture of awe and utter feminine power came over her, that she could make this man moan. She slipped her legs out from between his, and rose to her knees in front of him. One hand rested on his magnificent chest, the other lowered to the chiseled six-pack of his stomach. His muscles tightened beneath her exploring fingers. With one finger she teased the dark trail of hair, following it to where it led under his waistband. She lifted her face to meet his eyes, then gave him a wicked grin. “I want to see where this trail—” she ran her fingernails over the coarse hair, “ends.”

  His eyes smoldered and he crashed his mouth over hers. The kiss was primitive, primal, and she reciprocated, growling and pulling his tongue deeper into her mouth, giving back tenfold everything he gave to her. She got lost in the rhythm of the kiss, the frantic lovemaking of tongues and teeth and lips.

  Dusty pulled back, taking in a ragged breath. “Goddamn, Skylar. I’m trying to go slow, but—”

  “You don’t have to go slow.”

  “Oh, but I want to. I wanna take my time.” Wrapping his arm around her, he gently lifted her until she was reclined on the bed again. “I can see the dampness coating your pussy and I’m dying to taste it. Is that okay?”

  “You don’t need to ask.”

  “Yes I do.”

  “My answer will always be yes,” she replied throatily. “I need you, Dusty.” Spreading her legs, she invited him in. Warm hands roamed between her thighs, gently nudging them open even further. He let out a l
ow groan at her obvious willingness and settled between her legs.

  Starting at her hip, he traced a finger along the top of her leg, moving slowly toward the heat of her. Skylar kept her eyes on his bent head, as he studied her open body before him. His finger moved to her folds, delving carefully between them, spreading her ever-seeping moisture over every stretch of skin. His slow, simple touches had her ready to scream out her need, and she arched her hips into his touch, silently demanding that he give her more. He chuckled. “I know sweetheart. I want this too. But first…” And then his mouth lowered and his tongue tasted the very flesh he’d just been pleasuring with his touch.

  Sublime torture. His tongue explored every crevice, dipping inside, pulling moans and need and desperation she couldn’t explain from her very core. She thrashed beneath him, wanting more, wanting him to fill her until she would never be empty, to slip inside her, wrap himself around her, connect them in every way so they would never be apart.

  She sobbed, on the edge of something unexplainable. And then he added a finger to his torment, pumping into her sheath and she wanted to beg, plead with him, to make it stop, to make it last forever.

  He added a second finger, pressing deeper. He lifted his mouth from her and moaned, “Shit, Skylar, you’re so hot and wet and tight. I want to feel you ride me. Your pussy clenching my cock the way you’re grabbing onto my fingers, trying to pull me inside, deeper and deeper into you.”

  Skylar didn’t recognize her voice as she choked out her response, nearly sobbing. “Yes, Dusty. God, yes. Just…please…I’m burning…so hot…”

  His fingers continued their thrusting and he lowered his mouth. Matching the rhythm of his fingers, his tongue lightly danced against the bundle of nerves he’d previously ignored. He worked the movement deeper, circling her clit and taking it into the heat of his mouth.

  Skylar screamed, “Dusty!” as every bit of tension released at once, exploding from her core, taking her on a wave of pleasure so extreme the world lost focus around her.

  But she knew there was still so much more where that came from. The eyes she didn’t remember shutting fluttered open to meet Dusty’s lust-filled and very pleased grin.

  She met his stare with one of her own and simply said, “More.” His eyes widened and he chuckled as she sat up and reached for his jeans. “These are coming off now, mister.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  So quick she could barely see it, Dusty swung off the bed and ripped his jeans from his body.

  Skylar blinked.

  Then she gulped.

  He was magnificent. And huge. So huge she began to have doubts on just exactly how it was going to fit inside her. But she’d never heard of anyone being split asunder during sex…well, at least she didn’t remember anything like that.

  And if the height of her demand for him came into play at all, he’d fit like he was made to be there.

  Dusty was watching her watch him. On trembling legs that still hadn’t recovered from her first orgasm, she stood up and closed the distance between them. “Can I touch you now? Is that okay?”

  His only reply was a quick nod and then a rapid exhale as she grasped the base of his cock. With her other hand, she traced the large veins bulging along his angry red shaft, tracing them up to the thick purple head standing away from his body. I did this to him.

  She continued to study every inch of him, lowering one hand to the heavy sacs between his legs, stroking the soft fur that covered him. A low growl filled the air and Skylar shifted her attention to Dusty’s face. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, jaw clenched tightly.

  Smiling at what she did to him, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. Then she whispered, “Can I love you now, Dusty?”

  “Hell, yes.” In one swift maneuver, he lowered his hands to her ass, picked her up and carried her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist forcing his cock toward the entrance to her body. They both groaned.

  Dusty settled back onto the bed, keeping Skylar straddling him. His cock pulsed hot and hard against her opening and she knew that he wouldn’t take it any further than that. His hands guided her, but didn’t coax her. She was in control of the situation, and only she could decide when she was ready.

  She was ready.

  Skylar stroked her hands over the light layer of sweat covering his chest while she circled her open pussy over his length, coating him with her moisture. It felt so good to feel him throbbing there, hot and ready for her. Wanting her. Needing her.

  Carefully, she shifted positions, centering the tip of his cock at her open portal. Lowering herself just a fraction, she moaned as the full, thick head breached the opening and slipped inside. She froze as her body adjusted to the welcome invasion.

  Dusty’s hands roamed over her back. “It’s okay, baby, go slow. You’re so damn tight, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  But she didn’t want to go slow. It felt so good with him there. So right. Like this man completed her.

  Biting her lip, knowing it would probably hurt but not caring, she thrust down, taking his full length inside of her.

  Then she stopped.

  She had something else to add to the list of things she knew about herself.

  She was a virgin…or had been until five seconds ago.

  Dusty tensed beneath her. “Skylar…?”

  Quietly, she replied, “Ouch.”

  Chapter Seven

  Dusty was afraid to breathe. For the very first time in his life, he wished he had a small cock. And not just shorter, thinner, too. He wrapped his arms around her but tried not to jostle where they were still connected. “Oh shit, don’t move, sweetheart. It’ll stop hurting, just give it a minute. I’m so sorry. Are you okay? God, Skylar, please tell me you’re okay.” He should’ve known why she was so exquisitely tight. It just hadn’t dawned on him that this was possibly her first sexual encounter.

  “Well, that was a surprise,” Skylar stated rather matter-of-factly considering the circumstances.

  And that was an understatement. Dusty brought his hands to her hips in order to pull out of her a little bit. His fervent wishes hadn’t produced a miniature cock so maybe having her take less of him would help. Hell, she probably felt like she’d been split in two.

  “No, Dusty, wait.” She shifted her hips and her already tight pussy contracted further around him. Dusty couldn’t hold back his moan. God she felt so good. But dammit, this wasn’t about what felt good. He had to make this right for her somehow. He countered her movement with a roll of his hips. This time she moaned and arched her back, forcing him even deeper. “Oh, God, Dusty, don’t stop. I need more of that. More of you.”

  “Okay, but you gotta tell me if I hurt you again.” He began slow small circles with his hips, grinding against her without adding the potentially complicating friction of pumping in and out.

  “Dusty, you didn’t hurt me. I needed you…needed this.” Skylar kissed away his protest. Hell, she was practically making him forget his own name. He massaged her perfectly round ass in unison with their rhythm. Hopefully, if she felt up to it, he could make the movements bigger, gradually building her up. This had to be a night she would remember for the rest of her life because Dusty was positive he could never forget it.

  Once more, the woman had completely astounded him. Throughout their conversation, he’d found himself desperately wanting to sink himself within her. Not just within her cunt, but her entire being. When she’d taken control and straddled him, sliding down his length, it was the most erotic moment of his life. Her pussy so tight, her eyes clouded with need for him. But when she’d taken him inside herself completely, instead of it continuing to be one of the most amazing moments of his life, it had nearly torn him apart. The last thing he’d wanted to do was hurt her. Nothing in his life mattered except for Skylar.

  Her hands skimmed along the sides of his rib cage as she laid her full weight on him. She felt about as heavy as a feather. Then, she began a slow retreat
off of his cock. He was about to ask if she was okay when she crashed her hips back down, taking every inch of him in her tight passage. It felt so good, he practically saw stars. And then he realized something.

  She’d never been anyone else’s before him. And that knowledge brought forth a responsibility. It was up to him to make this moment perfect. But not just this moment. Every moment they shared.

  On her next thrust, he took the lead, adding further gyration while caressing her body with his hands and kissing her. She was small enough that he could reach one of his arms nearly all the way around her. His fingertips grazed the side of her breast where it pressed hard against his chest.

  The magic between their legs continued with each stroke until he felt her trembling on the edge, her sweet pussy clamping down on him. As her sheath contracted around him, he locked his lips with hers, sinking his tongue into the sweet recesses of her mouth. Consuming her as she’d consumed him until she cried out in ecstasy. He swallowed her cries as she came, the furious clenching of her spasming pussy taking him over the edge with her. His seed exploded from his body with a violent need he’d never before experienced. A wild mixture of sensation and emotion flowed from within him as well, his heart awash with devotion to this woman.

  Her body quivered over his and her breath came out in soft warm pants against his neck. She spoke against his throat, her voice an understandably exhausted whisper. “I…I love you, Dusty.”

  Heavenly warmth surrounded him, taking away that gnawing ache of emptiness inside. It even brought tears to his eyes. He’d never heard those words said with such feeling behind them. Every other time, the words had been used as empty promises, tools for manipulating him, or simply what he’d strived for as a child, but never got. But when Skylar said those words, his whole life took on new meaning.