Full Circle

Full Circle by Mariella Starr

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fastened his mouth on one of her breasts. He was pushing at his jeans trying to get them down. He kicked off his athletic shoes and shimmied out of his jeans. He released her breast only long enough to toss his tee shirt over his head. His head came back down and he devoured her mouth, her throat and her breasts.
    Josie was writhing from wanting him so much. She had been aching with need for weeks. She wanted him inside her! Her hands flowed over his back, his chest, every part she could reach.
    Jack was in a hurry, too. His cock was primed, thick and ready. He slid a hand under her, pulling her closer. Hovering over her, he thrust in powerfully and deep, and began the age-old rhythm of need.
    Josie gasped at his size, but easily opened for him, allowing him in further, deeper, as her body began to hum. Her heart pounded as she rode a wave of sexual surrender. Her jeans still trapped her ankles, but she didn't have the time or desire to untangle herself. She would not interrupt this deep, craving desire. She had to take what he offered. When her orgasm came, it was powerful and gripped Jack's sex to her. He responded by emptying himself in her once, twice and a final time with a groan as he collapsed and buried his face between her breasts.
    Later, Jack rolled off her and, stroking her, took her lips again, savoring her taste.
    "Mission accomplished," she whispered breathlessly.
    Jack chuckled and sat up, looking at her jeans caught on her boots. "Sweetheart, why didn't you stop me?" He pulled her boots off one at time, removed her jeans, stroked and massaged her legs. He spread her legs and laid himself down nestled into her, sex to sex, not wanting to lose that connection—that feeling of belonging. "I was in a bit of a hurry; next time will be a lot better."
    "I'm not complaining," Josie said with amusement. "What are you doing the rest of the day?"
    "Making love to you as many times as I can get it up," Jack promised. "How does that sound?"
    "A whole lot better than stripping wallpaper," Josie admitted with a grin.
    "Better than what I was planning, too," Jack agreed.
    "I'm sated," Josie said later as she lay on top of Jack. She had lost track of how many times they had made love from morning through to the afternoon. In the bed, she had been on her back, on her belly, on her knees—she especially loved that, on top riding him. Jack didn't mind if she was the aggressor, as long as he was in control. In the pathetic excuse for a shower in his house, she had started as the aggressor, but he had taken that rein and flipped it on her, lifting her up and driving into her, pressing her against the bathroom tiles. She had not minded him being in control. Now, she looked at her watch and groaned.
    "What?" Jack mumbled.
    "I have to leave in a few minutes to pick up Alex," she said.
    "He's a big boy. He can walk home," he grumbled reaching between her legs and fondling her.
    "That's the problem," Josie said, squirming under his touch. "He's at that age where he can be easily talked into trouble. He can't afford to get into trouble."
    "You're in trouble," Jack said. His hands began creating magic again. "I have to have you one more time."
    "Jack," Josie protested while she moaned in pleasure. "Okay, one more time."
    "One more time, today," Jack promised. "However, this is only the beginning for us."
    "The beginning of what?"
    "Everything," Jack groaned as he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up on her knees and mounted her from behind in one long stroke.
    "Oh, God," Josie moaned. She'd had sex before, but never this intense or as satisfying. He was a big man. He took her, filled her and made her feel more of a woman than she had ever experienced. Her body responded to him, to his touch, light and playful, or hard and demanding. She wanted it all.
    "Am I walking funny?" Josie demanded over her shoulder as she walked across the yard to get to her vehicle.
    Jack grinned from where he stood leaning against a porch post that

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