Change of Heart - By S.E. Edwards Page 0,72

that highly sensitive area. His mouth clasps over one breast and his tongue twirls around my nipple. I let my head fall back and moan. I shudder with immense pleasure when he shifts his attention to the other one. My hands tangle in his hair, holding him tight against me. I never want to let him go.

I feel Rich’s hands move over my legs to unclasp my jeans. I wiggle out of them, stopping only to unglue my mouth from his in the throes of our passion. We’re both burning with the need for each other. My breaths quicken. I want to feel him inside me. I need to feel him inside me.

My hands bolt to his waist. I rip off his belt with the feverish haste only possible when you’ve completely succumbed to the raging desire you feel for another person.

“Wait.” Rich stops me. I can hear the agony in his voice. “Damn, I don’t have protection.”

I quickly count the days in my head. The last birth control pill I’d taken should still be effective. “I don’t care,” I tell him, full of the unabashed courage of youth. “I want you now.”

Such intensity lights his stunning blue eyes that it almost frightens me. My breaths are coming too fast to care. I can see how much Rich wants me. The sort of power I have over him right now thrills me.

“I want you too,” he gasps, the words hoarse and heavy. “Remember, just like last time—you’re in control.”

I bite my lip and nod. I peel away his jeans, then his boxers, to reveal his glorious erection underneath. Rich slides my panties down with his thumbs. His touch leaves scorching trails on the outside of my thighs. He wraps his arms around my back, pulling me close, and shifts us both off the log onto the cold sand.

I can feel it between my toes as I position myself above Rich. I’m slick with arousal. My hand wraps around his dick, my fingers barely long enough to close all the way around his girth.

He moans as I trace my thumb over the tip. “Remember,” he says, his voice threaded with agony. “You can go as slow as you want.”

I know he’s just saying that to make me comfortable. But, I’ve done this with him before. I remember how big he is. How deliciously stretched he made me feel. And how badly I want him now. Going slow? Yeah, totally not an option.

Rich’s heavy moan shatters the quiet of the night. It echoes the gasp that rips from my throat as I slide down his full length. My insides clench at the intrusion, but the feeling is so damn amazing I don’t even care.

Rich holds me by my waist as I start to rock on top of him. He’s thick and hard inside me, filling me to the brim. The heat from the bonfire beats at my back. It’s nothing compared to the heat I feel from his gaze. His face is twisted in the most beautiful type of satisfaction, yet his eyes are open and completely focused on me. I’d be unnerved by that powerful stare were it coming from anybody else.

Not with Rich. All of a sudden, I feel like we’ve been doing this our whole lives. That our bodies knew it before our minds. That we were made for each other.

I feel the tension building inside. A growing tightness emanating from my core. I moan into the blissful rhythm we make together. Despite the cool night air, sweat coats my entire body. The passion Rich stirs inside me boils deep in my blood. My hands go to his shoulders, his chest, his abs as I steady myself on top of him. He kneads my breasts, causing me to moan even more. His breathing becomes ragged. I can tell he’s close to the edge.

So am I.

The tension builds, until I know the wonderful release is just moments away. I cry out his name when the first wave of orgasm washes over me.

“Oh my God, oh my God!” Rich gasps. “Penny!” He bursts inside of me, the sticky warmth filling every crevice of my body. My insides coil and shatter into thousands of tiny fragments. A second wave comes, smaller but no less sweet than the first. I let it take over and soar to unfathomable heights.

I collapse onto Rich, completely spent. All the screwed up emotions I’ve held in my head are gone. I lose myself in the feeling of