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slipped inside her, and she moved her hand so she could take him inch by glorious inch. When he was
buried deep, her eyes drifted closed.
 I feel you, Kellen, she whispered.  Inside my body. Inside my soul. I feel you.
 Yes, he said breathlessly, not sure why his heart was thudding so hard or why his eyes were
stinging with threatening tears.
She began to rise and fall over him, churning her hips to increase her stimulation and drive him
deeper. He couldn t take his eyes off her as she gave his body unparalleled pleasure. He wasn t sure
if it was because she d gotten him so excited beforehand, but sex had never felt so good. Maybe his
memory was just iffy because it had been so long, but he didn t think so. Dawn just felt good, felt
right. Felt safe and warm, exciting and soothing, all at once.
He lifted his hands to massage her breasts as she made love to him. When she began to croon as
her orgasm approached, he shifted the palm of his hand to her lower belly and massaged her soft
mound with his thumb.
 Yes, she whispered.  Almost, Kellen.
Her motions became exaggerated as she sought orgasm. His thumb slipped into the cleft between
her swollen lips and rubbed her clit. Her back arched and she cried out, her thighs trembling and her
pussy clenching around him as she shattered.
He struggled into a seated position and ran both hands over her smooth back, bending to kiss her
throat, her jaw, her lips. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as her arms went around him to hold
him close. She dropped her head to his shoulder and took a deep breath.
 I knew you d be perfect, she said.  Inside me. Perfect.
They clung to each other for a long moment. Kellen s cock began to protest the stillness between
them.
He rolled her onto her back, maintaining the connection between their bodies. Her grip loosened
just enough for him to thrust.
Ah God, she felt good. He couldn t get enough. He wanted to plunge into her tight pussy for
hours.
He could hear himself chanting her name, feel the tightening in his balls as orgasm approached,
but it was almost as if it was happening to someone else. He pumped his hips harder and faster.
Taking her. Taking her. Harder and harder. Scooting her along the piano lid until the back of her head
dropped off the far edge. She d been making love to him, he d felt her in every particle of his being,
but he was fucking her and it was hardly as satisfying. He paused to catch his breath and find his
bearings. He looked down to find her watching him. The single candle still burning made her eyes
sparkle.
 Are you okay? she asked, touching his cheek with one hand.  Why did you stop?
He didn t think he could speak, so he kissed her gently. Every nerve ending in his body seemed
to be on edge. Still kissing her, he cradled the back of her head in one hand and by inching downward
and drawing her down to meet him, eased her into a less perilous position on the piano. Once he d
regained a little sense, he said,  Sorry I lost control like that. I ll take it slower.
 I don t mind it rough, if that s what you like.
But he didn t like it fast and rough as much as he liked it slow and tender. He knew he hadn t
been fucking her as hard as possible because it felt good he d been hammering himself into Dawn
because Sara never allowed him to fuck her hard like that and he was still struggling with the reality
of what he was doing. Enjoying Dawn bothered him. Not enough to make him stop, but enough to get
in the way of what he truly desired. He was finally making progress, but he was a long way from
being free enough to give Dawn the care and affection she deserved. If she hadn t been so
understanding and patient, he d have probably already left out of guilt.
 What do you like? he asked.
 Both. But right now I d like it slow. It gives me more time to think about how good it feels, she
said.
And that, he decided, was what he would concentrate on until he couldn t hold back for another
instant. Making her feel good. For as long as possible.
With a new purpose, and strict concentration, he began to move his hips again, watching her face
for signs that he was getting it right. He found a slow, deep, grinding rhythm that made her writhe
beneath him and moan in bliss. It took him a few minutes to realize he was making love to her to the
rhythm of the ocean waves, the rhythm of her song, and apparently the rhythm of their bodies.
He believed in fate and destiny, knew in his heart that people were drawn to each other for a
reason. From the moment he d heard Dawn struggling to compose that song, he d felt her pull on him.
He was supposed to be with her. Maybe not making love to her on a piano during a power outage, but
he knew that there was something cosmic about their joining. A reason they d met. A reason she was
so wonderful and accepting and downright irresistible.
Dawn framed his face with both hands and stared deep into his eyes as his pleasure escalated,
one thrust, one crest at a time, higher and higher until he felt as if he d lost contact with the earth and
spiraled into the heavens. His muscles tautened as spasms of intense release pulsated deep inside
him. He gripped her shoulders to hold her still as he drove himself deep and let go. This was more
than a physical release. Years of pain and turmoil seemed to pump out of him with an even greater
intensity that his erupting fluids.
His lower lip began to tremble and he knew he was about to completely lose it, so he lowered
his body on Dawn s and buried his face in her neck. He hoped she thought all those ragged breaths [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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