His Fair Lady (22 page)

With his fingers still busy inside her, Mark leaned forward and took her cock in his mouth.

“Oh!”

Pleasure slid through him at the surprise in her voice. Her shocked exclamation felt like a million dollars in his pocket. He could do this for her.

He slid down her shaft, experimenting with lips and tongue and just a hint of teeth. The taste was strange and strangely wonderful, pungent and salty and sweet at once. He’d never had a cock in his mouth before, had never dreamed he would have one or that it could feel so sensual and intimate and, yes, arousing.

His own cock throbbed with the need for the tight heat clamped around his fingers. But now Josie was squirming, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow and rocking her hips between his fingers and his mouth.

He pulled off and looked up at her. “Are you ready for me, Joes?”

She nodded. “Yeah, do it now. Please, Mark?”

Quickly he stroked lube over his sheathed cock, then moved into position. She pulled up her knees. He pressed his hips forward.

Even with his careful preparation, her body resisted, but only for a moment; then the head popped through.

Josie inhaled sharply.

Mark froze, every muscle tensed. “Am I hurting you? Want me to—”

“No. I mean, it hurts a little, but I think that’s normal. Just give me a minute.”

Mark waited, hardly breathing himself. She was so hot and so tight, and it felt so unbelievably good to be inside her! He fought the need to move, to push and bury himself balls-deep in the exquisite grip of her ass.

She took several breaths, and sweat popped out on her face and chest. When he was sure he couldn’t wait one more second, she nodded. “Okay, you can move.”

“You sure?”

She let out a shaky laugh. “Totally sure. Now fuck me, baby.”

He did his best to go slow, but Christ, it was hard. He eased in, then pulled out halfway, then back in. When he felt her relax and she reached for him, a tension he hadn’t fully known he was holding let go, and he began to rock. The motion was familiar even if the girl was not. The slap of skin against skin, the scents of sweat and sex, the way she moaned and moved beneath him, it was all familiar and brand-new at the same time.

“Mark, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” Mark panted. He thrust deeper, harder driving her toward her peak even while he raced for his own.

She cried out, a wordless exclamation of pleasure that turned into his name.

His name on her lips was what finally took him over the edge. He drove himself into her and held himself there just there as he unloaded, filling the condom with the hot gush of cum.

All the energy ran out of his arms at once, and he collapsed forward on top of her. Aware of her even through the haze of orgasm, he eased out of her and dealt with the condom. When he gathered her against him, she came willingly and cuddled close, laying her head on his sweaty chest.

He stroked her damp hair away from her face while he waited for his heartbeat to return to normal and thought yet again how beautiful she was.

She rubbed her face in the sweat on his chest and hummed her pleasure, the sound subsiding on a sigh.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She chuckled. “I am so okay, I don’t think there is even a word for it. You?”

“I…think I’m totally falling for you, Ms. Frazier.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You good with that?”

“Hmm, let me think.”

“Hey!” He lightly swatted her ass, making her laugh.

“Hey, your own self.” She dropped a light kiss on his chin. “I am so good with that, I don’t even know how to say it.”

But he did. He knew just how to say it.

Mark began to hum quietly; then he sang.

“At last, my love has come along.”

And after a moment, Josie joined him. “My lonely days are over, and life is like a song.”

Their voices rose together in the sweet romance of the ballad as moonlight gilded their bodies. And Mark knew he had found his fair lady at last.

Loose Id Titles by Kimberly Gardner

Almost Heaven

Dressed to Thrill

His Fair Lady

Slave Master’s Choice

The Shape of a Heart

Kimberly Gardner

Kimberly has been making up stories for as long as she can remember. As early as the seventh grade, she recalls slashing her favorite rock stars for her own and her friends’ enjoyment. It was also around that time that she began a lifelong love affair with the romance genre, devouring category romances as fast as she could smuggle them into the house. So it’s not all that surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, would ultimately come together in her writing.

Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.”

Kimberly is delighted at long last to be doing it for money.

Read more about Kimberly and her books at
http://www.kimberlygardner.com
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