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hand. He used his free hand to guide his firm erection. Gently he rocked against her ass.
“I need to touch you.” She began to lower her arms, but he caught them midair, forcing them back above her head.
“No. I do all the touching. Just relax.” He thrust his hips several times and slid an inch inside her, passing the first ring of muscle.
She buried the back of her head into the mattress and groaned, low and deep, before gasping for a breath. “Relax? Easy for you to say.”
He rocked slowly, working the lubricant in and around her entrance. “Tight,” he growled. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.”
She clenched and flexed her fingers. Her breathing was small pants. “Fuck me, Drew. Now.” She raised her hips, trying to force penetration, but he knew she wasn’t ready to take all of him. Her mind was willing—her body still resisting.
He tweaked her nipples, attempting to distract her.
“Now,” she growled. The low rumble nearly made him lose control. He clasped her thighs tightly, thumbs soothing over her skin. He wouldn’t rush this moment, ruin this experience for her. Another drive forward and he eased a little farther in. “Drew.” His name came out a warning. If he wasn’t so turned on he would have laughed. His woman was not patient, but she was tight, squeezing his cock and making his balls throb with need.
When he could take no more, Drew said, “Breathe in, push out and I’ll be all the way in.” She took a deep breath and bore down, opening the passage so he slid to the hilt.
“Fuck,” she screamed, echoing his sentiments exactly. Her legs trembled from the intensity of his invasion. The shallow breaths she swallowed told him she felt the burn. He held deathly still. Tight. So friggin’ tight. He had never felt anything as earth-shattering as this moment. His dreams had never been this good.
A moan shuddered through her body as he began to carefully rock back and forth. Pleasure-pain knotted his groin. He didn’t know how long he could hold on. Moisture glistened from her slit. He pierced her with a finger and she whimpered softly. In unison, he fucked both orifices. Her inner muscles convulsed around him. She was close. The flame inside him roared into a raging fire, building to a crescendo. He pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. “Come for me.”
The coarse sound that ripped past her lips was nothing like the explosion that tore down his shaft and shook him to the core. Drew couldn’t breathe or think—only revel in the depth of what he felt for the woman beneath him. He loved her. As he held on to her tightly, they both trembled, caught in the moment as their bodies, minds and souls reached for the sky. She whimpered as the last of her contractions eased and they both tumbled from the peak of ecstasy.
The muscles at the base of his cock relaxed. He felt the blood drain away as he slipped out of her warmth. Carefully, he lowered her legs before he reached for the wet-wipes and started to cleanse her. She lay boneless on the bed. Her eyes still covered, her arms raised above her head. After he cleaned himself, he removed her blindfold and released her.
Zoë’s eyelids rose halfway. “Mmmm… When can we do that again?” she murmured.
“Soon,” he promised, crawling into bed beside her. They had a lifetime to explore each other.
Chapter Seventeen
The morning sky was clear, no traces of the storm that moved in quickly and vanished just as fast. It was Sunday, their last day at Glamis. She had plans to leave by noon to be well rested for her exhibition ride Monday night in Phoenix.
“Owww…” She snapped her scowl in Drew’s direction as she started to throw a leg over her bike and stopped. He conveniently forgot to tell her that anal sex had a way of sticking around long after the event. She was sore, her ass as well as her legs. The man had turned her every which way but loose. While she moved gingerly, he was prancing around camp like a teenager. She wasn’t really complaining. No. Not complaining at all.
As a breeze whispered across her face, she recalled the night. It had been incredibly erotic to surrender to him. The blindfold and bondage had intensified the sexual tension inside her. Drew knew exactly what to do to her to drive her absolutely wild with need, a gentle touch, a sexy word, and boy,