[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] billowed to her chin. The back of her head dropped to the tub s rim. A jet stream pummeled between her shoulder blades, and she squirmed to get her feet on the edge of the bench. She wanted deeper and she took it, spreading her knees wide and lifting her bottom off the bench, driving him hard inside. Salim and the barely-there dragons shuddered, quiet groans amplified strangely by the humidity. He flexed his hips and backed up further, but she followed, taking advantage of the buoyancy afforded by the water. He caught her before she got too far.  Don t hurry.  But   We re not ready yet, he explained and turned her to face away. He covered both breasts at once, leaving her to hold the edge of the tub for stability.  Put your feet up on the bench and spread your knees. He spoke in her ear; the command melted her core. She flushed, realizing his intention a heartbeat before he positioned her in the jet stream. Sheer power rushed between her thighs, forcing her labia wide and pounding over her clit, assaulting her entrance as if it were a battering ram at a gate. Salim buried his face against her neck, the rough shadow on his chin abrading her steam-softened skin. His cock nestled between her cheeks, driven against that secret spot by the force of the water hammering her mound. He didn t penetrate, but the pressure was enough to drive her mad. She couldn t focus on any one sensation; the overload tore her breath away. She clutched at his wrists for support and shamelessly bucked up into the water jet.  More, she gasped, greedy, angling to find Salim s mouth and bite at his lips.  I want more. He smiled against the corner of her mouth, slight movement that she felt rather than saw.  Tell me. Her throat constricted on a moan as the jet forced against her opening. She ignored his instruction and cocked her hips, trying to find a position that would fill her aching tunnel, to no avail. Frustration left her breathless; she pulled hard on his wrists.  More. I want you inside. He nudged his pelvis against her ass, teasing with the crown of his cock; tight muscles gave willingly, eagerly to the gentle penetration, and she moaned, low and primal and in a voice not even her own.  Here? The question was a growl, and then a groan. She jerked her head, but lost track of whether it was a nod or a refusal. Her body decided for her, back arching and thrusting her breasts hard into his palms, and her ass moved slowly over his shaft. Her nipples tightened, tingled, and he latched onto the 51 Dragon Queen: Book 2: Dragon Dance diamond-hard buds. Arrows of sensation shot to her abdomen, burying deep in her still- empty heat. The vacancy brought her near tears. Eyes stinging, she squeezed them shut and tried to work past a sob. He was buried to the hilt in her ass before she managed,  Not enough. More. He hesitated, holding himself trembling and still, and kissed her shoulder. He pulled her back from the water jets. She whimpered at the loss, but Salim released one breast so he could smooth his hand over her stomach, petting gently. She didn t know how long he kept her like that. Her only clock was the breakneck thud of her heartbeat. It slowed by a few beats, and he kissed her cheek, her ear. The petting hand glided between her thighs, soft and soothing, and he asked,  Are you sure you want more? He brought her body to a calmer state, but she was still on fire inside. She could barely think, but she nodded, letting instinct guide the whispered,  Them, too. Salim stilled. He pulled her further into the middle of the Jacuzzi, where water bubbled and frothed gently, and slowly eased himself from the sheath she d made of her body. Shock dragged her out of her haze. She turned, clutching for him,  no, no, come back, beneath her breath. His expression knocked the objection out of her; she tried to connect the mindless passion of moments past with the pained twist of his face. What did I do? stuck in her throat and she couldn t force it out.  Not tonight, baby, he murmured, shifting to cradle her in his arms. Not tonight? Cora squeezed her eyes shut, fighting rising hysteria. She was panting and confused and oh, God, she ached. She didn t have the strength to force him to take her again, and desire cooled fast in her uncertainty. The steam, formerly sensuous and cradling, pushed against her angrily. Salim held onto her as she tried to extract herself from his grasp. She shoved roughly, and he let her go, leaving her to crawl from the tub, heavy-headed and drunk on emptiness, mumbling an excuse about the heat. He didn t follow, and she thanked God for it. 52 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl