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Authors: Tracy Fobes

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Then, when she just couldn’t stand it any longer, she stepped away from the pool of velvet at her feet. Still in no hurry at all, he moved behind her. Goosebumps broke out across her skin as he unsnapped her bra, his fingers so nimble and assured that she realized he had quite a bit of practice at taking one off. It fell at her feet too.

His attention fastened on her breasts, and she saw with some satisfaction that a muscle was flexing in his jaw. So...he wasn’t as unaffected as he appeared. She turned toward him and arched her back to rub the back of her neck, lifting her hair as she did so. Her breasts thrust forward toward him, she let the heavy dark-brown waves spill back to her waist through her fingers.

He grinned and picked up a makeup brush on the nightstand, one she used to dust highlighting powder on her face. With one hand, he began to stroke her breasts with the brush, causing sensations that left her quivering and prepared to beg for more. The intense yearning grew to new heights as he dragged the brush up around her collarbone, then down across her nipples, painting little circles around them before whipping it lower, between her legs and across that swollen little nub of pleasure that cried out for his touch. Then he stood back and studied her, as if he was an artist who’d finished a particularly enjoyable painting.

She looked down and saw that he had left a trail of very fine white glitter across her body, as though she’d been dusted by moonlight. She touched it wonderingly, thinking that he’d enchanted her, thinking that if she didn’t have him soon, she might die--her pussy was now throbbing with agony. When he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against one of her nipples, her knees buckled. He pushed her and she fell back against the bed.

She moaned and writhed against the sheets, and he looked down at her, his cock a hard lump beneath his pants. He wanted her badly, she could see that. And yet his manner remained lazy. Relaxed. He walked over to the windows and pulled the drapes open, revealing a full moon that spilled silvery moonlight through the glass panes. The moon was so bright that it painted everything in the room with a pale glow and made the candlestick lamp unnecessary.

He turned the lamp off, then leaned over to unzip and kick off his motorcycle boots. She watched him as he stood next to her, feet planted wide apart as he pulled his shirt over his head, then unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. He stood there for a moment in a pair of sports boxers, his body painted silver in the moonlight, his muscles creating planes and shadows that made him look ripped, reminding her of a gladiator. He was beautiful, his tattoos giving him an edgy look.

Her gaze dropped to his erection. She could see it pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers. He had a wet spot on them, the spot betraying his excitement. His attention on her face, he pulled the boxers down and stepped out of them. He put his hands on his hips and stood there, legs planted firmly, his cock standing straight up and throbbing. She swallowed at the sight of it. It seemed to be pointing at her...stretching and straining in her direction.

He walked to her side and paused, proudly displaying his manhood to her. She wanted to grab it, to lead him to her lips, where she could taste him. But when she lifted her hand to wrap her palm around him and draw him close, he moved slightly away. He apparently had other ideas.

He lowered himself to the mattress, which sagged and squeaked with his weight. Then he nudged her legs apart with his knees and settled between them. She groaned as she felt that warm, throbbing head brush up and down between her pussy lips, making her slippery with his moisture, and then push into her slightly, just the tip. She caught her breath and held it with excitement as she waited for the delicious feeling of his full penetration. But instead, he pulled out, only to tease her with his cock again, using the tip to encircle her clit and stroke it.

She moaned and dug her fingers into the muscles of his back and nibbled at his chest. At the same time, she thrust her pussy against his cock, needing so much more than his nearly diabolical teasing. Finally, she felt him slide his cock down once again, until it was nestled against the void inside her, the one that yearned for him the most.

Slowly, with apparent iron-willed determination, he entered her, but only as far as the head of his cock. From there, he thrust a few times, then paused. She clung to him, begging him with her eyes to finish it, to bury himself in her as deeply as he could. Still, he seemed to prefer to hover over her and look into her eyes.

Just as she began to despair that he would never take her the way she needed him to, he drove into her, all the way in, his balls pressed up against her and his cock pressing against her womb. She cried out at the sudden, incredible sensation of his full possession, at the delirious pleasure that seemed to pull her apart inside. He plunged into her with a few long, deep strokes that had her on the edge of blissful oblivion, and then was again just thrusting an inch or so into her, displaying nearly inhuman control over his own desires, and dazzling expertise regarding hers.

He continued to string her along on the edge of orgasm, until finally, she could take it no more and a deep thrust sent her hurtling into a void of shattering delight. Still rigid and as strong as steel, he rode her orgasm, his cock stroking her inside and drawing her pleasure out, until it had become just a warm glow that smoldered inside her. Only then did he allow himself his own pleasure, his body becoming taut and then shuddering as he exploded inside her, bathing her inside with his warm fluid.

He thrust into her a few more times, and then fell on top of her, holding some of his weight from her so he wouldn’t crush her. She pressed little kisses of love and gratitude against his neck, and when he rolled off her, she wrapped her arms around him. Her touch gentle, she explored his chest with her hand, even as her eyelids drooped and she drifted off to sleep.

Later, when the moon had risen past the window and darkness filled the room, she woke to find him fondling her nipples. She stretched and arched her back, the afterglow of their lovemaking still smoldering in her blood, and his fingers trailed downward to her pussy, where he unerringly found the center of her pleasure. She let him stroke her, and then when her need became too great, she curled her arms around him. He drew her beneath his big body, his cock hard and ready for her. Once again, he made love to her, stretching her on that rack of pleasure, driving her crazy with his beautiful torment. He threw the covers off and then the mattress was squeaking wildly, the bedframe bouncing against the floor, as they made love with wild abandon. Finally, the furious pleasure swept through her again and she shuddered in his arms, his name on her lips.

The next time she awoke, soft yellow light tinged with pink slanted through the window and melted into the shadows. She smelled coffee brewing and, without opening her eyes, felt the bed next to her.

He was gone.

A moment of fear slid through her. She shivered and her heart began to pound. But then she took a deep breath and told herself that things were different now. She’d left that young girl she’d been ten years ago long behind. And Jake was different too. He’d become a man now, one who had experienced, and learned, and managed to make himself whole again.

With a little help from her, of course.

She slipped out of bed, wrapped her kimono around her naked form, and walked into the kitchen. Jake was just pouring them both a cup of coffee. He had his sport boxers on, but nothing else. When he saw her, he put the cups down and enfolded her in a great, bearish embrace. Then he kissed her, and smiled happily.

“The coffee’s ready.”

She returned his smile, feeling gloriously fulfilled and incredibly happy, despite the difficulties she knew she must face in the coming days and weeks. “Thanks.”

He turned back to the counter to pick up their coffee cups, giving her a view of his broad, naked back. She saw thin trails of red where her nails had clawed and shook her head, amazed at how wild she’d become last night in his arms.

“Wow. I really did a job on you last night,” she observed, as she took the coffee cup from him. “Sorry about that.”

He gave her a startled look. “Are you kidding? Do you really think I’m upset that my woman became so overwhelmed with passion for me that she clawed my back?”

She grinned, loving the way he’s said ‘my woman.’ “You did rock my world, I have to admit it.”

“And you rocked mine, darlin’.” He arched one dark eyebrow and gave her a thoughtful look. “Sure wouldn’t mind rocking your world every night.”

“What do you mean?” She drew in an excited little breath. “You want to move in together?”

He frowned. “I want a hell of a lot more than that. But before we talk about it, we have something else to do. Get dressed. Grab your helmet. I’m taking you out to breakfast.”

“Where?” She shrugged and gave him a puzzled smile. “Why?”

“Drink your coffee,” he insisted, and refused to give her even one more clue about his plans.

She finished her coffee as she got dressed, wearing a pair of jeans rather than her motorcycle pants. If they were simply riding to a diner somewhere, she wasn’t going to need her heavy-duty gear. She also put on a flannel shirt, and topped it with a suede bomber jacket. Once she’d dragged a pair of boots on her feet, she joined him in the living room.

He’d taken the opportunity to get dressed too. They grabbed their helmets and headed outside to his bike. He mounted it and prepared to start it. She eyed the motorcycle’s seat with uncertainty as he pressed the ignition button—the bike’s seat was small, made only for one.

“Just squeeze on,” he said, as the bike started up with a roar. “We don’t have far to go.”

Shrugging, she threw her leg over the motorcycle seat, pressed hard up against his body, and hugged him around the waist. Seconds later, they set off. She was expecting him to turn towards the ocean and the only diner in town, but instead he went south, then east. He pulled up the driveway leading to the little white clapboard house he and his mom called home, and parked outside the garage. He turned off the motorcycle and they both dismounted.

“What are we doing?” she asked, still mystified.

“We’re switching bikes.”

They took off their helmets. He disappeared into the garage for several minutes, and then came back out pushing his father’s big Harley Davidson motorcycle.

She smiled.

Grinning, Jake cocked an eyebrow. “She’s got gas, I just checked. Do you think she’ll start?”

“She’ll start,” a masculine voice assured them, and she spun around to find Martin Gallent standing behind them. Martin was smiling too, his eyes alight with satisfaction.

Jake caressed the Harley’s handlebars for a moment. She saw his eyes fill up with tears and placed a gentle hand on his arm. He covered her hand with his and squeezed it. Then he rubbed his sleeve against his eyes and mounted. “Get on,” he told her.

Martin picked up Jake’s helmet and handed it to him. She saw that Jake’s uncle was crying too, now, the tears streaming unabashedly down his face.

Jake put his helmet on. She mounted behind him and shoved her own helmet down over her head. He pressed the ignition and the bike started up with a low, threatening rumble.

“Where do you want to go for breakfast?” he asked, over the noise of the bike’s engine.

“Somewhere far,” she replied, her heart brimming with love for him, this man who’d been so lost, and through so much, and now was whole again. “I’m looking forward to a ride first.”

“So am I, darlin’,” he said, and put the bike into first gear. “So am I.”

Leaving Martin behind, they roared out into the street, and then headed east toward the rising sun, which heralded a brand new day.

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