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Her hand took on a life of its own and without even realizing it her other hand reached for her clit. Her fingers probed the hooded bud and began pinching it. Her fingers were soaked with her juices and her clit felt as if it were on fire. Connor fucked her ass with his finger, his eyes glued to her face. She was on sensation overload, a battery of feelings she was unable to fight.

“Tell me when you’re ready, Meredith. Let me know when you can’t hold back any longer.”

“Now,” she screamed. “I’m coming now. Connorrrrrr!” His name erupted from her on a long high note and she began to thrash.

Connor slipped his finger from her rectum and spread her labia, blowing soft air on her wet, heated flesh. She wanted something to fill her—her hands, his hands, his cock—but he held her wide open as her pussy convulsed with orgasmic spasms.

Connor could hardly breathe. Meredith bucked and heaved even as he held her in place, her fingers thrust inside the pulsing cunt. Her head was thrown back, the muscles in her neck taut and cream poured from her pussy drenching his thumbs and running down to that luscious ass.

The walls of her cunt rippled, seeking something to fill them besides her own touch but he would have none of that. He couldn’t get enough of the magnificent sight before him, mesmerized at the rhythmic pumping of her hand. He had seen other women bring themselves to climax before at his urging but none of them affected him the way Meredith did. She gave herself over to it completely, a red flush spreading over her body and her cheeks turning rosy as the orgasm consumed her.

He wished he could stretch her pussy wider, peer all the way to the mouth of the womb and see that delicious cream begin its journey through that hungry channel. His heartbeat speeded up and he could feel the blood thrumming in his ears. Meredith had the most gorgeous cunt he’d even seen—and he’d seen plenty. It was especially gorgeous in the throes of passion, clutching at air as it sought something to relieve its emptiness.

He wanted to plunge his face into her flesh, to lap up the delectable cream dripping from her and swallow it into himself. He wanted to eat up every inch of her, probe her hot vagina with his tongue until he had lost all breath. A warning voice called to him in the back of his befuddled brain but he ignored it, so besotted with the woman convulsing in his hands that at that moment he would have given up anything to keep her forever.

God! He was just losing it.

Meredith’s hands holding his head made him suddenly aware that he was still lapping at her, still licking up the last drops of liquid. He couldn’t resist stroking a line from her vaginal opening to her anus, tickling the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue, then sliding one long finger into her rectum just once more. She moaned and squirmed but her ass automatically pressed down on the intrusion.

Connor withdrew his finger and lifted his head. Meredith lay before him like a carnal buffet, so much there for the tasting and taking. The lips of her pussy were puffy and pink. Her mouthwatering cream glistened on her skin, tempting him until her had to bite his tongue to keep from thrusting it into her. Her curls glistened with moisture and he combed his fingers through them, loving the feel of them against his skin. They felt like a kitten’s pelt, satiny and delicate.

But everything about her was like that. She was fresh and dewy tempting, yet with her eyes still hot with need and the sun casting golden light on her skin, she looked like a totally sinful angel. How had he been so lucky as to have her walk into his life? But how, then, would he ever be able to let her go?

He could see the pulse beating erratically in the hollow of her throat. Her lips were slightly parted and her breasts heaved as she tried to pull air into her lungs. Her hands at his head clenched and unclenched.

He slid up her body and pressed his mouth to hers, the wetness of her delicious juices still on his lips. “Taste yourself, sweet thing. Lick my lips.”

She did, lightly, then licked her own lips. “It tastes…strange,” she told him.

He chuckled. “It tastes wonderful. I could drink from your pussy all day and all night. Your flavor is better than any fine wine. And more intoxicating.”

A faint smile curved her lips. “Could you give me a moment to rest first?” she asked in a weak voice.

“Yes but just for a moment.” He kissed her again. “The sun will be going down shortly and I don’t want to waste a minute of what’s left of the afternoon.”

She was silent in his arms for a long time. Then her hand snaked down between them, she shifted her body and her hand reached for his cock that was pressing into her soft body.

Connor drew in a sharp breath. “I thought you needed rest.”

“Yes,” she said with a wicked tone in her voice. “But you don’t.” She raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

He felt his heartbeat speed up and his penis swell even more. “Exactly what did you have in mind?”

She fluttered her lashes at him. “Why don’t you roll over onto your back and find out.”

Connor did as she asked, suddenly sure he was about to cross an invisible line and step into a yawning emotional pit. And he had no idea what to do about it.

Chapter Three

Meredith rose to her knees and let her eyes roam over every inch of Connor’s body. He could have been a statue, with every muscle perfectly designed and the lines of his body flowing gracefully one into the other. His chest was covered with fine, dark curls that felt soft to her touch. She thought she could stroke it for hours, just running her fingers through it. But beneath their softness he was rock hard, his muscles defined beneath the bronzed skin.

His stomach was flat, broken only by the indentation of his navel.

The muscles in his powerful thighs were tight and clenched even more when she ran a finger along the crease between thigh and groin. Her fingers drifted through the curls surrounding his cock and rubbed at the base of the thick shaft. Swollen veins pulsed just beneath the surface of skin as soft as silk.

Her hand drifted back up over his chest, sending ripples of sensation through him. She licked the tip of one finger and rubbed it over one of his flat nipples, drawing a tiny groan from him. She couldn’t remember any of the men she’d slept with having nipples that attracted her but now she bent forward and took one of Connor’s in her mouth.

“God!” he hissed.

She bit lightly on the fat bud then swirled her tongue on it. Muscles jumped in Connor’s body but he forced himself to lie as still as possible. She took her time with each nipple, licking and sucking and nipping as he had done to her.

“You taste good too,” she told him with a mischievous grin and dragged a fingernail from one nipple to the other.

“I have other parts that are tasty too.” His voice was unsteady.

“Oh, I’ll get to those. I just want to check everything else out first.”

She had no idea where her bold attitude had come from. Even with her fiancé she had been a passive lover, an acceptable trait since he was a take-charge person. He’d never inspired her to take control, to tease and tempt. She’d ignored so much of this because he was promising a secure future. Well, how secure was it when he was busy fucking someone else just before their wedding?

For a brief moment she wondered if it really was the emeralds casting a spell on her. She’d had more orgasms in one afternoon that she’d ever had in a week—or a month, depending on the relationship. And that was another thing. It had finally occurred to her that she sucked at relationships, picking absolutely the wrong men for herself. Yet here she was sharing an erotic afternoon with a gorgeous, sexy man who seemed to find her tremendously appealing. Somewhere between the meeting at the store and now he’d managed to erase the memories of her shame and betrayal without even knowing it. Maybe there was some truth to this emerald thing after all.

But what if he turned out to be like all the others?

Cool it, Meredith. Don’t look for something that isn’t there. And don’t expect anything. This is just an afternoon of sex, nothing more.

Tucking her hair behind one ear to keep it out of the way, she bent down and ran her tongue over every inch of his chest, stopping to tease at his navel before leaving a wet trail to his groin. With every touch of her tongue his cock twitched.

“Uh-uh,” she told him when he tried to reach for her. “It’s my turn.”

He dropped his hands to his sides and fisted the blanket.

“Okay but you should know you’re killing me.”

She winked at him, then took his hot shaft in one hand while her other reached down to cup his balls. A pearly drop of moisture beaded at the center of the flat head of his penis and she licked it up greedily, rolling her tongue around and humming with satisfaction.

She slid a glance at him. “I promise you won’t die.”

And then she took him into her mouth.

Jesus!

Connor could barely hold himself still when her hot, wet mouth slid down over his throbbing penis. Blood rushed through the veins and impossibly he swelled even more. It was hard not to react. Her mouth was like wet silk, so soft yet at the same time powerful. When her slender fingers began pumping up and down, drawing the skin up toward the top, then back down to the root, at the same time her tongue swirled over him, he thought he’d lose it for sure. This was pure heaven, delicious sensations racing through his body with every nerve responding. He wanted to make his mind a blank and simply give himself over to the magic she was working with her dainty mouth and slim fingers.

But he was afraid he’d come in her mouth if he let go. Not that it wouldn’t be heaven to have those lips stretched around him while he pumped his hot seed down her throat and she swallowed it. But he had plans that didn’t include climaxing before he was ready.

He wound his hands in the silken waterfall of her hair, pulling her closer, hips lifting to meet the thrusts of her mouth.

Don’t lose it, old man. Hang on. The best is yet to come.

How the hell was he going to walk away from her after this? He’d planned it so carefully. One wild afternoon and then he’d go back to his regular routine. Whatever the hell that was. This was his usual habit with women. The one time he’d deviated from it had nearly destroyed him. But Meredith was exerting a power over him like no one else ever had, not even Nila, the bitch of the world.

That’s good. Think about Nila. That should shrivel your cock.

But not even thoughts about the woman who’d taken his heart and nearly destroyed him could dampen what he was feeling. He was in big trouble and he knew it. And when they got to the grand finale today, he’d be in even worse shape but no way could he stop himself from moving forward.

When she dragged her teeth lightly over his shaft and began to suck harder, he grabbed her head and wrenched her mouth away.

“Enough,” he gasped. “I have other plans.”

“But—” she began.

“Next time,” he promised in an uneven voice. “Next time I’ll come in your mouth and love every minute of it.

Next time? Was he crazy?

Next time?

Meredith’s eyes widened. Did this mean he planned to see her again? There’d been no promises for this afternoon, just hours of pure hedonistic pleasure. But the more they talked and the more intimate they became she realized how impossible it would be for her just to go back to her self-pity, or the tattered shreds of her life and just forget about today. No, she’d have to figure something out.

But while her brain was stumbling, Connor rolled over, taking her with him and turned her onto her stomach.

“Sweet thing.” He kissed the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck. “Lift up onto your hands and knees for me and spread your legs wide. Can you do that for me?”

She shivered at the seductive tone of his voice and what she knew his words implied. She nodded.

“Say it,” he urged. “Say the words for me.”

“Yes, I want to get on my hands and knees for you.”

He kissed her ear and licked the rim. “You know what’s coming, don’t you. And I promise, I’ll make it so good for you.”