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  Obviously, he knew what was happening.

  He met her thrusts with tiny lapping suckles, keeping her hovering, mindless, ready to throw herself off into the stratosphere. His lips kissed and teased, his tongue flicked and drove her ever onward until the rush of sensation would not be denied any longer.

  Grabbing handfuls of his hair, Drina surrendered to Tad's mouth, pulsing spasms threatening to cramp her belly and shake her off her feet.

  It was only seconds after the tremors eased that she found herself lying on her back, the grass rough beneath her and Tad stripping himself next to her. A breath—another—and she felt the unmistakable touch of a sheathed penis as Tad positioned himself over her pussy. He was inside her before she had chance to take that third breath.

  Her lungs froze for long moments as her wet and slick cunt accommodated a fully erect male's penetration and readjusted itself around the strangely perfect shape. He filled her, stretching her very slightly, just enough to add a frisson of extra pleasure to an already-sensitive channel.

  "Now this is what I call fucking."

  She saw his teeth shine whitely as he smiled down at her. "Is that what this is?" She smiled back. "I was beginning to wonder."

  "Talk to me, Drina. Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want and how you like it. Tell me. It turns me on every bit as much as it turns you on."

  "How did you know..." She bit off the words as he thrust gently, pulling out and then pressing back in with sufficient energy to keep her kettle simmering. "Jesus God. Do that again."

  "You like?"

  "Yeah."

  "So talk to me."

  The darkness hid her blushes as Drina thought through all the things she could say and discarded most of them.

  "Drina. Stop thinking. Start talking."

  "Shut up and fuck me, Tad."

  He chuckled. "Good start."

  "I like you fucking me. You feel big inside me and when you move—yeah, like that..." She gasped as he pushed a little harder. "God, that's good."

  He leaned down and gently took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and making her arch her spine.

  "I like that too. Shit, that is so damn good..."

  He released her breast then repeated his move on the other side, assaulting all her senses at once, it seemed. He kept the rhythm going, a masterful management of body parts and arousal, which she might appreciate at some point when she wasn't the focus of his attention.

  As it was, she could barely think, let alone talk, and her head moved from side to side as his balls slapped softly against her buttocks. "Can't..."

  He moved, quickly dropping on her and spinning them both, ending beneath her and yet still buried inside. He urged her to a more comfortable position, kneeling astride, riding him. "Yeah. Better. Now I can watch. I can play with your breasts. Tease you like this if I want..."

  His deft fingers found her clit and stroked around it, sending her higher once again and bringing a moan to her throat. She easily straddled him and found her own rhythm, rising and falling on his cock in a way that worked for her.

  To judge by his groans it worked for him too.

  "Faster, Drina, for the love of God."

  She didn't need to be asked twice. She moved, keeping her strokes even and steady, bringing herself as much pleasure as she did him.

  It was deliciously erotic, incredibly sensual, and Drina wondered if she could just do this exact thing all night long.

  "I hear something. A car. Drina, hurry."

  Her body tensed sharply and her pussy contracted around Tad's cock. He grunted as she rocked faster and with more purpose.

  "Yeah, fuck me, honey. Like that. More. Quick. Before someone sees..."

  Drina's tension ratcheted up several notches, and her body came alive to every little sensation. The air around her, the breeze, the sound of the crickets, the rough feel of the sandy ground and grass beneath her legs—everything was adding to her heightened arousal and she felt her own juices slick down Tad's cock, making his penetration smooth and silky.

  She drove him hard, panting now with the effort, lashing them both into a sexual frenzy. Sounds echoed in her ears and she realized it was her own voice. Tiny shrieks, moans and whimpers of passion, of desire.

  She rode Tad like the most skilled of rodeo cowboys, staying locked to him even as he bucked beneath her, losing himself in his own climax.

  She felt his cock throb and heard him cry out a long guttural roar of completion. Throwing caution to the winds, she raised both arms into the air, arched backward and thrust herself down onto him. His spasms sparked her own.

  She came on a scream, a wild goddess shrieking her pleasure into the night sky, releasing her energies to the four corners of the world, howling through a shattering endless orgasm that finally eased, leaving her limp and hoarse.

  She collapsed, lungs heaving and body limp, lying completely on Tad who seemed content to be a mattress for a while.

  "Holy fucking shit." She said the first thing that came into her mind.

  "Seconded," said Tad. His hands found her buttocks and stroked her. "I'll never be able to look at a cranberry the same way again."

  Chapter Five

  Tad caressed her, touching the silky velvet skin, rubbing himself against her warmth and breathing in the scents of woman, man and sex.

  They were in her bed, dinner having been a hastily thrown-together sandwich and a shared bag of chips. Their overwhelming appetites were for each other and by mutual consent they'd opened a door to sexual exploration.

  What had prompted Tad to take her in public, he had no idea. But as soon as he'd spurred her on, mentioned the possibility of their being seen, she'd come alive, trembling and desperate to fuck and be fucked. He had a vague notion that he'd read about it somewhere, the fear of being discovered adding to some people's sexual awareness. And it had worked—for both of them. He'd felt her body change, sensed the heightened adrenaline rush pumping through her veins. He'd matched it with his own, and when they both came, her on top screaming like a wild banshee, he wouldn't have been surprised to see lightning bolts streaking from her fingers into the night sky.

  He'd carried her back to the house as she clutched their clothes. She weighed next to nothing in his arms, and he ignored the grit and gravel beneath his bare feet. He was the essential male at that moment, having shed the trappings of civilization and claimed his woman under the stars.

  Jesus. If Ian heard any of that, Tad would never live it down. But hell, every guy should have one of these nights.

  They'd showered together, playing, arousing, teasing each other but unable to do much more since the stall was barely larger than a linen closet. Tad was willing to try, but given the difference in their heights, he was afraid she might drown in the middle of the fun, so he managed to keep his urges in check until they stepped out and dried off.

  Then he was on her like white on rice.

  His hands found every place he thought he might have missed before, and this time he had light to guide his way. He lifted her up, dropping her onto the four-poster bed, and as she bounced he leaned over and held her arms out to either side of her head.

  Then he rubbed his body against hers, his chest to her breasts, his stomach to her belly. "You are so beautiful. A fairy. A golden fairy."

  "You are so full of shit." She giggled as he grazed her nipples and watched them harden.

  "Am not." He dipped down and kissed the words from her mouth.

  "Are too." She licked her lips and looked smug. "You just want to fuck me some more."

  "Well yeah. There is that." He moved to lie beside her and toyed with her breasts. "But since we're both naked and in bed, that's kind of a given, don't you think?"

  "Maybe."

  The look she slanted him was pure wickedness and he shouldn't have been surprised when a small hand slithered down his belly to his groin and cupped his balls.

  "Oh hell." He sighed and parted his thighs. "You're going to make me suffer, a
ren't you?"

  She kept her hands on him as she slithered downward and ended up beside his cock. "Yes. I think so."

  He lay back and covered his eyes with the back of one hand in a classically dramatic pose. "Go ahead. Do your worst. I'm ready."

  "Really. Good to know."

  He felt her body touch his thigh as her hands shifted and her fingers began to explore him. Thoroughly. He gritted his teeth and surrendered to the magnificent torture of her attentions.

  She stroked his firm arousal, ringing the head with her finger, teasing the little slit and then smearing the moisture from it over and around—and over and around—he bit back a groan. She was evil incarnate and he'd been mistaken about her identity.

  He said so. "I take it back. You're no fairy, woman. You're a devil in disguise."

  She snickered. "You like that, huh."

  A particularly teasing squeeze at the base of his cock made him gasp and robbed him of words.

  "Let's see if you like this..."

  Despite the fact Tad was a mature man who prided himself on his control, and despite the fact he'd already come once tonight, he found himself damn near losing it when she put her mouth on him and sucked him energetically.

  Just the fact that she did it was sensation enough, but when she added some clever tongue action and a gentle touch to his sac at the same time, he came very close to defying gravity and lifting off the surface of the earth.

  "God, Drina. Fuck...that's..."

  She slipped him from her mouth. "I know. Jesus Christ, Tad."

  If she touched him again like that, he'd explode. He wanted that to happen, but not without her, so he clenched his teeth and pulled away. "Together. Again."

  She understood and nodded, releasing him. "Yeah. Please."

  He shifted them both, turning her so that she was on all fours in front of him. It was one of his favorite positions since it let him control how deeply he went into a woman and he could also tease and touch her if he wanted.

  Drina was more than ready to help, parting her thighs, lifting her ass into the air and letting him see the shining and swollen folds of her pussy. "Do it, Tad. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard."

  She wasn't shy about her language, Tad realized. Earlier, he'd pushed her into saying words she might not have used in the ordinary way of things. He was determined to be out-of-the-ordinary for Drina, and it would seem they'd both stepped out of their comfort zones. He wasn't usually quite so talkative during sex, but with her...it seemed right somehow.

  There were no barriers, nothing they couldn't do or say, with and to each other. What had begun as a need to take her to bed had turned into a night of sexual exploration; a mutual fascination and desire to experience more than just a quick orgasm.

  He reached for one of the condoms she'd pulled from the drawer of her bedside table and quickly sheathed himself, all the while conscious of her eyes on his hands as she watched him over her shoulder.

  Her scent nearly drove him mad—a unique blend of spiced woman and something faintly floral he couldn't put a name to. Whatever it was he'd know it again in an instant and now her room was redolent with it, a pungent mix of her fresh linens, her body and her desire.

  Eau de Drina.

  His hands reached for her ass as he pulled himself into position, inhaling the fragrance, watching the tension rippling through her muscles as she shifted to accommodate him. "Drina..." He whispered her name as his cock brushed her petal-soft and shining pussy lips. "God, I want you."

  "I want you too." She whispered back as her head dropped forward.

  Slowly, with infinite care and appreciation for every centimeter, Tad slid his cock into the moist and heated silk of her cunt. Her muscles caressed his length as he pressed deeply inside her and her breath whooshed from her lungs as he seated himself fully, his balls against the back of her thighs.

  "Shit, yeah. Oh yeah." He closed his eyes for a few moments and drank in the sensations.

  "Mmmm." She made a sound of pleasure and wiggled her ass, straining his control.

  "Easy, honey. Let's make this last if we can." He gripped her hips and held her tightly to him as he dropped down to sit on his heels, pulling her with him. "Here. Try this—"

  "Aiyee." She made a surprised little noise as she came to rest, her back to his chest, sitting on the tops of his thighs, his cock still deeply embedded and his hands now busy with her nipples and her clit. "Oh my..." She spread her legs wide, straddling his, and moved a fraction, experimenting, clearly fascinated by this development.

  Tad kissed the back of her neck then nipped her tenderly. Then he lifted his hips—and she sucked in a choking breath.

  "Dear God above."

  Behind her, Tad grinned. This position was almost certain to hit her G spot and from her response, he just had.

  "Tad. Do that again." Her fingers clenched into his thigh muscles as her spine tensed.

  "Relax. I think you'll enjoy this." He gently eased his legs out straight in front of him, keeping her poised on his cock and settling into a more comfortable position. Now he could focus on driving her straight to insanity and possibly multiple orgasms.

  And wouldn't that be an accomplishment?

  Slowly he began to thrust, his hands on her hips lifting her until she got the general idea. Once she got over the surprise, Drina took over, angling herself into a spot that worked for her and starting a slow bounce that pleased her—and coincidentally made him feel pretty fucking good as well.

  "Jesus." She was losing herself, the steady rhythm a hypnotic lure into a world of sexual ecstasy.

  Tad toyed with her nipples, tugging and pinching, then caressing and cupping her breasts, lifting them high enough to pull on the skin of her torso. Every little nuance of his attentions caused a reaction...she moaned, moved her head, muttered and whimpered under his touch.

  He slid one hand down over her belly and found her mound, stroking and petting the little patch of golden curls, careful not to touch her clit directly. He knew she'd be tender there, so he focused on her pussy lips, her folds, and the motion that was constantly abrading the tiny spot inside her cunt. She was wet, so wet her juices flowed over his cock like liquid fire.

  Tad was aware of nothing but her. He didn't know the time nor did he care. He couldn't have said whether they did this for minutes or hours. Again, he didn't care. He was every bit as lost as Drina in the moment...in this almost spiritual joining of cock and pussy and the delicately inexorable climb to release.

  Eventually Drina's body tensed hard and every muscle knotted. Her head locked into one position and her hands held the tops of his thighs in a grip of iron. She moved with intent now, silently focused on wherever her body and her mind had taken her.

  Tad had held back his own responses, preferring to watch hers. But now he was helpless beneath that ravaging cunt that spasmed around him with each downstroke. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but it was truly beyond anything he'd ever experienced before and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop himself from coming.

  With a quick indrawn breath, Tad's balls seized and then let go, his cock throbbing and spurting his seed into the condom and by default into Drina.

  After the initial blindness receded, he realized she was still moving and he held her as she dropped down one last time. Her head fell back and thudded into his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open on a silent scream and suddenly he felt his softening cock seized by violent contractions.

  The erotic massage hardened him again and he slipped one hand around her, pressing his palm into her mound and over her clit.

  Now she screamed for real, a sharp high sound, matching the endless inner shudders. They eased, like a wave on the ocean will retreat into itself, only to crash again over the sand on the shore. She rode through several of these orgasmic waves, with Tad hanging on, holding her, watching her in amazement.

  When her climax faded, leaving her limp in his arms, she sagged and sucked air in
to her lungs. "I saw the cosmos, Tad. The universe really is expanding."

  "That good, huh?"

  With more than a mite of pride, he disentangled their bodies and dealt efficiently with the condom, returning to nestle next to Drina and pull the covers over their chilling skin.

  "You're amazing." She sounded exhausted as she tucked her bottom into his groin, pressing her spine into him and cuddling close like a tired puppy.

  "You're not bad yourself." He stroked her hair and dropped a light kiss on her neck. "Go to sleep."

  "Okay."

  And just like that she was out, her limbs completely relaxed, her breathing deep and even.

  He smiled through a yawn. So her universe was expanding, huh? He'd follow up on that comment in the morning. Tucking her even closer, Tad closed his eyes. He was looking forward to being a squire again tomorrow.

  And then coming back here.

  With Drina.

  *~*~*~*

  Drina woke early, as was her custom, instantly aware of an ache in some places and an unusual warmth in others.

  Cautiously she inched from the bed and Tad's sleeping embrace. From what she remembered, it looked like neither had moved during the night, since she was still naked, and enfolded by his heat. It had been rather nice, feeling that security of a warm male body against hers.

  For a few minutes she'd lain there, the lingering contentment rendering her limbs relaxed, her mind floating in a gentle lake of sated bliss.

  Inevitably, reality began to seep in, driving away the golden haze and replacing it with the brittle light of a new day. And reminding her of the mission she'd set out to accomplish.

  Although somehow it seemed less of a driving goal in her life than it had yesterday.

  Leaving him sleeping contentedly, she slipped into the shower and began the process of restoring herself to normalcy.

  Last night had been—well, there were no words. It would remain a memory she would cherish for the rest of her life, and she was astounded that she had been introduced to the infinite horizons of her own sexuality by the one man she had taught herself to despise.