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  As he continued to stroke her with a soft, feather like caress, warm needy sensations rocketed through her and her pussy moistened. She relaxed into him, completely putting herself in his hands, once again letting him take the lead.

  Instead of pulling her on top of him and having her ride him with wild abandon, or taking her up against the wall hard and fast, he surprised her by working his way down her body, lightly running his tongue over her tingly skin so thoroughly, so carefully, and with such heated conviction she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

  Although she loved his frantic lovemaking, tonight he’d slowed things down, and touched her with a gentle hand. She had no idea what had gotten into him, but she couldn’t deny that she liked it. Maybe he was just so in tune with her needs that he knew she wanted soft, easy lovemaking after a hard night at the hospital. Either that or the man working his way down her lascivious body wasn’t Adam. She brushed that ridiculous thought aside. It was more likely that she’d caught him sleeping, and his mood was mellow, which also explained the slight differences in his kisses tonight.

  Adam closed his mouth around one nipple and with a light flick of his tongue caressed the bud until it hardened in his mouth. Their cries of pleasure merged and cut through the silence of the room. Lauren arched into him as he paid homage to one breast, greedily licking and sucking, nibbling and biting before moving on to the next. God, the man was beyond skilled with his tongue.

  Her breath came out a little ragged and her whole body trembled as he pushed a knee between her legs to widen them.

  “Yes, please…” She gripped his head to guide him downward, her body anxious to feel his tongue on her clit, anxious for him to bring her to orgasm, again and again.

  His soft chuckle filled the room as he continued to draw out her pleasure, making her delirious with want as he slowly seduced her body, mind and soul. He pressed soft lips to her skin, kissing the outer edge of her breast before shifting downward so he could sinuously circle his tongue around her belly button. As her cunt ached for him, he continued to take his time, continued to slowly surf his mouth over her quivering body, skillfully turning her inside out with his sleepy seduction.

  Flustered and needy her hips came off the bed, but he grabbed her and anchored her down again, clearly not done toying with her. He shimmied lower and she felt his hot breath on her pubis. A low, needy growl of hunger rumbled through the room when he found her pussy bare and wet, and her body readily responded to the pleasure in his voice.

  Impatience thrummed through her. “Oh God, I need you inside me.”

  “Soon, sweetheart.” From deep between her legs his voice was rough and so heavy with desire she barely recognized it. And his touch, it was deeply intimate and pressed against her heart, raising her hunger for him.

  Lauren tossed her head to the side and gripped the sheets, bracing herself for a powerful orgasm that was building and churning with alarming speed. She couldn’t believe how needy she felt, or how thorough he was seducing her. But she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed this softer side of him, enjoyed his slow hand and tender touch even though everything in the way he was touching her made her delirious with want.

  The first sweet touch of his tongue to her clit had her burning up with need. He licked her gently, stroking her all the way from the bottom of her slit to the top and back down again. When her hips came off the bed, a growl ripped from his lips and he dove in deeper, devouring her with a greed that made her quake.

  She cried out as he brought her to the brink, only to pull back before she came. Teasing her libido, he pressed a hard thumb to her clit, and moments before her body let go, he changed tactics, and curled the soft blade of his tongue around her clit, prolonging her pleasure and building it higher and higher.

  “That’s it,” she bit out, as he gave her swollen nub his undivided attention.

  He dipped inside her and pumped, his long finger stroking deeper than ever. Then he gently brushed the tip of his finger over her sensitive G spot while his tongue did the most delicious things to her clit. A surge of heat stole through her as soft quakes began at her core and she nearly sobbed with relief to know he was finally going to bring her over.

  “Come for me now, baby.”

  “Yes,” she cried out, so ready to do just that.

  Coming unhinged, she sucked in a breath as her muscles clenched around his finger, and he gave a low throaty groan as her cream completely coated him. Her mind shut down, focusing only on the intense pleasure as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. He continued to stroke her deep, to squeeze out every pulse, and prolong her euphoria. God, he was such a skilled, considerate lover.

  When her body finally stopped throbbing, she exhaled a whimper of satisfaction and reached for him, needing to taste him, to feel his cock inside her. But he stayed between her legs, drinking every last drop. His soft licks were intended to soothe her swollen pussy, but succeeded in arousing her all over again.

  “I need to fuck you,” he murmured, his voice sounding rusty, needy, and so completely steeped in emotion it caught her off guard.

  She lifted her head to see him, but couldn’t make out his face in the dark. She fell back onto the pillow as he climbed up her body and buried his mouth in the crook of her neck. As he slid over her, it occurred to her how hot and heavy his hard body felt as he settled his weight on top of her. She soaked in his warmth as his cock breached her damp opening.

  “Yes,” she cried out, lifting her hips to welcome him home.

  Fire surged through her veins as he eased into her, offering her only an inch at a time. When he finally pushed all the way in, she couldn’t ever remember his cock reaching so deep. But she didn’t want to think about that right now, she just wanted to indulge in his body and the concentrate of the pleasure he was offering.

  His hips rocked and she met each thrust. His hands curled around her back and gripped her shoulders for leverage. Her breasts pressed against his chest, moisture sealing them as one.

  They came together, moving in synch and surprisingly his lovemaking was as slow, and as achingly tender as his foreplay. As he rode her long and hard she couldn’t believe she was there again already. Small ripples pulled at her core and from the low growl coming from Adam’s throat she guessed he must have felt them, too.

  His lips found hers, and with exquisite gentleness his tongue moved inside to tangle and play while his hand found her clit. “That’s it,” he whispered into her mouth as her cunt clenched and massaged his cock. “Come for me again, baby.”

  And come she did.

  Her hot cream poured over his shaft and her aroused scent saturated the air. Adam inhaled, and then began to move quicker, chasing his own orgasm.

  When her body stopped spasming and she could finally formulate a sentence, she said breathlessly, “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  “Jesus,” he bit out and with the way his cock was swelling inside her, she knew he was ready to fall over the edge right along with her.

  A moment later his hot seed splashed high inside her and she moaned in delight. Her nails bit into his skin and held him close, never wanting to let him go as his cock pulsed and throbbed. As he depleted himself, his heat moved through her body and brought on a shudder. She briefly closed her eyes, and drew a satisfied breath, knowing without a doubt that she was in the right hands.

  Throughout the night Adam took her again and again, until dark bled into dawn. They both fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, and Lauren couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy and content on hump day.

  She slept well but not long and as the early morning sun shone in through a tiny crack in the drawn dark curtains, she stretched out her fatigue limbs and gave a happy sigh. Her body felt used and sore from last night’s all-nigh rendezvous. When she blinked her eyes open and reached for the amazing man beside her, she jolted upright and gasped out loud.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  About Cathryn Fox

  Cathryn is a wife, m
om, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.

  A maritime native and former financial officer, Cathryn has lived all over Canada but has finally settled down in her childhood hometown with her family.

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  Cathryn co-writes paranormal romance under the name Taylor Keating. www.taylorkeating.com.

  Cathryn also writes Upper Young Adult under the name Cat Kalen. www.catkalen.com.