He dropped his briefs and his cock sprang out. She couldn’t resist a smile of pure feminine appreciation. He was built rock hard, all muscle that spoke of what he did out on the football field.

“Your turn,” he said.

She started to pull off her shirt, but he came over and grasped the hem, drawing her shirt over her head.

She had to admit it was a little daunting to have a man watch her undress. But Flynn seemed to be appreciative of the unveiling, so she tossed her shirt on the bed, then wriggled out of her jeans—with his help.

“I’ll never understand women and their tight jeans,” he said as he tugged them down her legs.

“You appreciate our asses cupped in them, though, don’t you?”

He lifted his gaze to hers. “That I do. And your ass is very nice.”

He rolled her over onto her stomach and smoothed his hands over her butt. When she felt his lips there, she giggled.

“I’ve always wanted to have a man kiss my ass.”

He gave her butt a light smack. “I could do a lot of fun things with your ass, Amelia.”

Oh, the images that swirled in her head. She swung around to face him. “Could you?”

“Yeah.” He placed his hands on the mattress, pressing them flat on either side of her shoulders. “But we’ll table that thought for another time.”

Before she could absorb that he thought they’d have more than just this one night, he leaned in and kissed her. She felt the heat emanating from his body and arched up, needing to feel his skin against hers. She still wore her bra and panties, but when he skimmed his body on top of hers, all that delicious heat sizzled between them.

Plus, his cock, nestled between her thighs, hard and surging against her sex, made her quiver with a desperate need to feel him inside of her. It had been such a long dry spell for her and she was unashamedly anxious to have him buried balls deep.

Flynn, on the other hand, must be having lots of sex with many women, because he took his sweet-ass time rubbing his lips against hers, flicking his tongue against the tip of hers and generally driving her bat-shit crazy. All in a good way, of course. She had no complaints about the kissing. He was very good at it. It was just that she desperately craved an orgasm and he kept rubbing his cock against her clit, which made her incessantly needy. She was certain that once she had an orgasm—or two—she’d settle down.

She palmed his shoulders and he lifted.

“Am I too heavy for you?”

“Not at all. I like your weight on me. I’d like it even more if your cock was inside of me.”

His lips curved in a knowing smile. “You in a hurry?”

“A big damn hurry for an orgasm. I haven’t had one in a while. So feel free to cut the foreplay down to like . . . nothing.”

“I see.” He lifted off of her. “You know, Amelia, I’m a big believer in giving a woman what she wants.”

Then he unhooked her bra and she pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He reached for her panties and ever so slowly slid them off her hips and down her legs. She wasn’t sure if Flynn was giving her what she wanted or tormenting her further. Because he didn’t immediately grab a condom. Instead, he parted her legs and then . . .

Nothing.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m just . . . looking at you. You’re very beautiful, Amelia.”

“Thank you. Now fuck me.”

He laughed. “And they say guys only think about fucking. How about we slow down the train a little? We have all night.”

“I don’t want the damn slow train, Flynn. I want the bullet speed train to orgasm-land.”

“Are you sure?” He crawled between her legs and shouldered her thighs apart. “Because I can give you a mind-blowing slow ride.”

She lifted up on her elbows, arching her brow. His breath was hot on her sex as he smiled up at her.

“You’re a teasing bastard, Flynn.”

“Yeah. But I’m the bastard who’s going to make you come over and over tonight.”

Before she could come up with another retort, he put his tongue on her sex.

Her head dropped back and all she could do was close her eyes and feel how hot his lips were as he surrounded her clit, and how wet his tongue was as he bathed her sex with slow, easy strokes.

She’d wanted a quick climax. What she got instead was nirvana—a delicious ride on the ecstasy train. She felt his movements in every nerve ending, wading out from her sex and encompassing her entire body like a warm bath of electric currents. And when he slid his finger in and began to pump slowly in and out of her along with the timing of his mouth, she wanted that sensual train to take a long, unhurried trek to the far reaches of the universe and back.

Her nipples puckered. She reached up to grasp them and rub her fingers over them, only heightening every delicious sensation.

Her orgasm wasn’t a quick release, it was a leisurely tumble that left her poised on the edge, unable to catch her breath as she felt it near. And when he hummed against her sex and sucked on her clit, she and the train jumped the tracks. Her entire body shook with her climax—over and over and over again, an endless fall of ecstasy. It felt like a lifetime before the tremors subsided. When they did, Flynn kissed his way up her body, lingering long enough at her breasts to lick and suck her nipples, revving that locomotive’s speed up all over again. By the time he took her mouth, she wound her leg around his hip and arched against him. He groaned against her lips and she knew he was right there with her.




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