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Oh, boy, she hoped so.

He nibbled and kissed the crook of her neck, biting down on the muscle of her shoulder before swirling his tongue to soothe the sting. That same tongue then teased the shell of her ear, driving her crazy when the sound of his heavy breathing became all she could hear. She arched up against him, rubbing herself along his hard length.

He moaned in her ear, and it was like rockets went off inside her, propelling her forward. With more force than finesse, she toppled him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

Damn.

He was a work of art.

Hers.

She scraped her teeth over his small nipples, feeling his hands curl tight in her hair.

“What do you want, baby?” he rumbled, sending vibrations straight from his chest right through her body.

Sarah was past words. Instead of answering, she trailed her tongue over the contour of his abs while her hands strayed. He tasted salty and was hot to the touch. His thick hard cock rubbed against her sensitive wetness, making her moan and writhe. She was losing her place again. She couldn’t lose her place. She needed to stay on task. She needed…

She just needed.

Slipping a hand between their sweat-drenched bodies, she grasped him. Reveling in the feel of all that soft satiny skin encasing hard, throbbing flesh. He moaned, pressing up into her hold, and she bit his nipple. Delirious with wanting him, she positioned him at her entrance and sank down on top of him.

Her head fell back as she sat up straight, letting her weight take him deep. Feeling every thick inch of him as he impaled her. The world was spinning. Her body felt like it was made of bubbles and she could float away. Or pop, one at a time in a cascade of tingles.

Hands grasped her hips. Muscles beneath her tensed. Ryan pushed up into her, and those special nerves that only he could reach were plucked like harp strings, sending musical vibrations throughout her body.

“Sarah,” he moaned, his voice tight. Her name stretched between them.

She rotated her hips and fireworks went off inside her eyelids. Lifting her hands, lost in the feelings, she raised them above her head. Reaching to touch the stars only she could see.

His hands moved to her breasts, kneading, massaging, caressing.

She was on fire.

Flames dancing over her skin.

Ryan flexed and his hips thrust up, pushing deeper into her. She was going to faint. Pass out. Right there on top of him. And it would be amazing.

“Kiss me,” he growled.

And, with effort, Sarah opened her heavy eyelids to look at him. His eyes were ablaze. His cheeks flushed. His lips swollen. And the muscles in his neck and shoulders were stretched tight.

Hers.

She collapsed onto him, finding his mouth with hers. Clasping his face in her hands as she devoured him. Ryan held her hips. His kisses just as desperate as hers as he pistoned up into her. They moaned and gasped. Clinging, feasting, moving in a desperate rhythm that drove them both higher and higher until there was nothing but Sarah and Ryan.

Her legs began to tingle. Her kisses lost their focus. Her mind was soaring.

“Now,” she moaned.

“Now,” Ryan agreed as he thrust upward.

Together, they exploded. Coming apart in a cascade of colors and sparkles that showered the earth.

Sarah’s muscles lost all tension, and limp, she fell to Ryan’s chest. Where she lay, listening to his rushed breathing and racing heart. There was nothing else that mattered.

Ryan gently massaged Sarah’s backside as she slept on top of him. They were messy, sticky, but he didn’t care. A vague thought swam in his mind, telling him he should care. That sticky meant no condom, and he didn’t know if Sarah was on anything that would protect them. There could be consequences. But even that passing thought didn’t cause him worry. Because, it was Sarah.

He was floating on a cloud of pure contentment. He didn’t want to move, he wanted to bask. She’d stolen his breath, and his heart. Had it been like that before? Had she been wild in bed and blown his mind? Had he wanted to keep her as much then as he did now?