“All right, then.” She released her grip on him, scooted back on the bed, spread her arms wide, and fell backward as if preparing to make a snow angel. “I’m all yours. Take me.”

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No sooner had the words left Sarah’s mouth than she felt the welcome weight of Mick’s magnificent body on hers. All six feet four inches of hot horny male, lean, hard muscles, gentleness, and strength. The fire in his eyes, his ragged breathing, the light sheen of sweat across his shoulders and face made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. She dragged her nails down his back, over the taut mounds of his buttocks, then slipped her hand between their bodies to position his hard cock at the entrance of her core. She drew small circles with the ruddy, swollen head, making it even slicker with her juices. Then, with a slight upward thrust of her hips, she had taken the engorged tip inside her. “More. I want more.” Need rising like a winter river after a hard rain. “I want you planted to the hilt, deep, deep inside me.”

Mick thrusted his hips forward. His beautiful eyes locked on hers as he drove his cock into her warm, welcoming sex. “Like that?” he murmured.

“Yeah, just like that,” she replied like a woman starving. Slowly, he withdrew, even as everything inside her tightened, wanting, needing the feel of him filling her. Slowly, he withdrew until just the tip was still lodged in her. “Please,” she moaned, and he plunged into her again and again, stretching, claiming every millimeter of her, and it felt so incredible, so very right, how she had imagined lovemaking would be before she’d hooked up with Kevin and discovered the truth. But now . . . A sudden groundswell of gratitude and emotion swept all thoughts aside, and there was nothing left for her to do but to wrap her legs around him tight, hold on, and ride the love, ride the cresting waves higher and higher until they obtained completion.

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