Matters of the Heart

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Authors: Vanessa Devereaux
“And I saw your eyes water.”
    She touched
his face. He grabbed her hand and kissed its palm. They reached across to each
other and kissed. He fingered the curls in her hair, which was soft and silky.
He loved everything about her.
    “I want to
make love to you.”
    “Right
here.”
    “Nope, but
you’ll see.”
    ****
    Lucy knew
they weren’t heading home and at first she wondered if they were going to a
hotel, but then as Brad turned onto the road that trailed up the side of the
mountain range she knew he had something else in mind.
    As he parked
the SUV into what looked like a spot cleared of trees she could see the lights
of Pine Ridge twinkling down below them.   If this wasn’t romantic she didn’t know what was.
    He turned off
the ignition.
    “Aren’t we
going to get cold?” she asked.
    “Nope,
because there’s going to be lots of physical activity and we’ll use one
another’s body heat to keep warm.”
    “I like the
sound of that,” she said before he kissed her.
    “I think we
should get into the back seat.”
    Brad put his
leg over the driver’s seat and got in the back of the SUV and then held Lucy’s
hand so she could do the same.
    “How many
other ladies have you brought here?”
    “You’re my
first and that’s the truth. And you’re going to be my last.”
    He took off
his coat, set it ever the top of the seat and then turned to Lucy and put his
hand on her cheek and kissed her.
    She let him
ease her back on the seat as he opened the buttons on her coat and soon he was
caressing her breast through the material on her dress. It felt so wonderful
and made her nipples harden and ache for more. He moved his hand down over her
belly before pushing it up under her skirt.
    “The dreaded
pantyhose,” he whispered. He tugged on the waistband and Lucy lifted her butt
so he could pull them off her and when he did, her panties joined them.
    “Guess that
gets them out of my way too,” said Brad, pulling them off her feet. “Now where
was I?”
    He lifted up
her dress and inched his fingers up her thighs until he reached her curls.
    Brad kissed
her as he found her clit and circled it with his pinkie.
    She was
already on fire down there and as he pressed harder onto the nub she guessed that
her lower body was about to burst into flames. She tilted her head back,
allowing Brad to kiss her as she brought her closer and closer to climaxing.
    Despite the
cold nip in the air, she felt heat radiating from him, intensifying the woodsy
smell of his aftershave. He kissed her and she pulled him close as he pressed
harder on her clit, making her see shooting stars and then, she shook in his
arms when she came.
    They pulled
away and suddenly the moon shone brighter allowing them to see more of one another’s
faces.   They didn’t say another as Brad
let his finger slid from her clit and teased her pussy entrance.
    “I want to
see that pretty face of yours as you come,” he whispered.
    He glided his
finger inside her channel, making her mumble and then groan as he finger fucked
her. She played with the top of his shirt collar as he drove deeper and harder,
until she had no choice but to let go and give in. She cried out as another
orgasm washed over her.
    “I want you
inside me right now,” she said, pulling at his fly.
    “Nothing I
want more.”
    She lay back
on the seat as Brad took off his pants and underwear and sheathed himself.
    Lucy giggled
as he lifted one of her legs up so it was resting on the back of the seat.
    “And what’s
so funny.”
    “This,
us.”
    “It’s sexy
and romantic.”
    “Yeah, it
is.”
    She wrapped
her other leg around him as he pushed his cock inside her.
    There wasn’t
much room but in a way that was a good thing because it brought his body closer
to hers, setting up more friction as he thrust inside her.
    She lifted
her butt off the seat so she could match each of his movements. Lucy felt
herself slipping a little so pressed her foot against the window causing

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