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Vickie dropped her gaze, and found herself looking at the chest she had been caressing just moments ago in the gym. She reached, hypnotized, to touch the droplets forming on
broad chest[M2] , and as she did so, he moved
her quite thoroughly[M3] . She was dizzy from the kiss before he released her
to breathe, only to take her mouth again, this time even longer. He explored
her lips, tasting them, teasing them, savoring the sweetness of her mouth.
bit at the corner of her mouth, then lightly kissed her cheek and
temple. When he nibbled her earlobe, she felt a thrill run
down her spine to her hips. His tongue tickled her ear.
Then he kissed her mouth again, long and luxuriously. He was in no hurry.
Feeling slightly woozy[M4] , she lay back in his arms and was surprised when he
picked her up from the floor.
He cuddled her into one brawny arm, deepening the kiss. With his other hand he began to lightly explore her
breasts, circling one
curve with hard fingertips, then flattening his hand and cupping her. She sighed
moved so that his palm brushed softly over her nipple. “Cliff?”
“Wait.” He slowly licked and nibbled the sensitive skin of her neck
moving down to caress her soft
belly. She attempted to arch into that
hand, but could gain no purchase against his arm. Frustrated, she wrapped her
arms around his neck to pull herself up, but he merely released her to slide
slowly, agonizingly, down his taut, muscular torso.
He lead [M7] her by the hand out of the shower room and into his locker room. There, he lay her down on a mat, placed one big thigh between her legs, and lowered his weight onto his arms. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge chest and biceps swelling. Then he lowered his mouth to her breast, kissing the curve underneath, then on top. Vickie gasped when he used the tip of his tongue to wet the nipple,
interest as it puckered.
She pulled on his head.
,” he said, kissing
the other breast just as sweetly. After lingering there, he trailed small,
gentle kisses down her torso, stopping when he reached her belly. He shifted
his weight down slightly, then licked her abdomen so lightly with his
tongue that she could only feel it with the small hairs there. A few more kisses brought him near
the place she throbbed with tension , and she moved
so he could access it , but he skipped over it to nibble her thigh. She groaned with her desire, built up almost
,” she gasped
he only licked the other thigh, tracing a line from outer muscle to smooth, creamy skin inside.
Finally she could stand it no longer.
She grabbed his head with both hands
and tried to pull him up, to make
him give her the release she desperately wanted. He did not move
beyond lifting his body to accommodate hers; instead, she
down under him, legs trapped between
his. Then, with
one big hand he captured both her wrists. Slowly, he allowed his weight to rest completely on her, exciting her unbearably. Unable to move, she looked up into his face
, trying to gauge his intention.
His smile was still languid, but
deep in his half‑lidded eyes glittered powerful, raw desire.
Again he waited for her
readiness. In the long seconds, she felt
at last the answering tension in his own body, waiting only for her.
And knowing he wanted her, she
parted her lips, inviting him to share in herself.
He kissed her hard
His tongue pushed her mouth completely open, driving into the sweet depths
with hot fire. He used his
free hand to cup
her breast, testing the weight of it and exciting
the nipple with his thumb.
His mouth soon sought what his hand held, and she gasped when he suckled
her. His hand roamed over those parts of her he did not cover, feeling
her silky hair and soft thigh and smooth hip.
At last he
rose from her
, parting her thighs with his big
desire naked in his eyes.
He slid one hand under her hips, raising them, and put all his weight onto his
other arm. Then, with a concentration so total it consumed them both, he drove
himself completely into her.
The knowledge that he cared for her, even in the extremes of his desire, pushed her over the edge, and she was falling, shuddering, pulling him with her. It went on for longer than she could ever remember.
over, but even the echo of their release was sweeter than any that came before.
deep calm washed over her. She felt
Cliff cuddle her and looked up at
him with sleepy eyes. With a naturalness she that would have surprised her
another time, she curled up in Cliff’s arms and fell
[M1]This is the dreaded head swapping. I think it's subtle, but we're supposed to be in Vickie's point of view. So a bald "he knew" seems to be in his head and is jarring. But add an expression and now she can see in his face what he's thinking.
[M2]When I originally wrote this romances were defnitely closed-door and vague terms when it came to physical love, or at least the romances I was reading at the time. I really like a more explicit language.
[M6]On rereading, while they've gone through the motions of making love, I as a reader wasn't anywhere near tense, so it was too soon for Vickie to be at the point of needing to "relieve the tension".