Amazon Awakening. Caridad Pineiro

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Her skin was smooth, but chilled and slightly damp, as if she had just come from a swim. Rey knew just what would heat her up.

      Raising his hands, he cupped the weight of her generous breasts and circled the coral tips of her nipples with his thumbs until they peaked into hard nubs. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips.

      Taking each tip between his thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them over and over again and then bent his head, soothing them with a lick.

      Paola moaned and held him to her, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as her passion grew. She moaned his name, and threaded her fingers through his hair, keeping him near. He licked and sucked at the sensitive tips, and her skin grew heated against his.

      Easing his thigh between her legs, the dampness of her desire registered against his thigh and he pressed upward, applying pressure as he continued to suckle her. In response, she rubbed herself against his leg, seeking release, and Rey was not about to disappoint.

      He took the tip of one breast between his teeth and gently bit down. She shuddered in his arms and drew herself across his thigh with greater demand, her heat and wetness leaving a trail of passion along his thigh.

      In his dreams, Rey eased his hand down and parted her legs. Found the nub at her center and applied pressure with his thumb while easing his fingers into her moist vagina. In and out he stroked, alternating that possession with pressure until she whimpered with need and held on to his shoulders for stability as her release neared.

      Rey urged her ever higher until she was poised at the edge. Only then did he withdraw his hand to guide himself to her, waiting at her slick entrance for some sign to continue.

      With the soft sigh of his name, she gave her permission and Rey plunged into her. She was tight, wet and warm and he was her willing captive, burying himself deep.

      The vividness of that dream moment yanked Rey from sleep.

      He sucked in a few harsh breaths for control, but it wasn’t enough. He was so hard it was almost painful and nothing short of satisfaction would provide him any respite.

      Rising from the bed, nearly hobbled by his massive erection, he hurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower, making it as hot as he could stand it. Then he stepped in and rested his hands on the wall as the water sluiced down over him.

      The heat and wet of the water wasn’t as luxuriant as Paola had been in his dream, but it would have to do.

      He reached down and encircled himself, his hand slippery from the liquid and a drop of soap. Smooth as he imagined she would be and tight against the thick girth of his cock. He stroked, his motion long and slow at first. Skin creating friction against skin, generating heat.

      His gut tightened as his arousal burned through him with each long pull of his hand, dragging him ever higher as he envisioned Paola beneath him. Accepting each hard thrust. Raising her hips to allow him to plunge even deeper.

      Groaning, he moved his hand faster and harder, striving for satisfaction while at the same time still longing for more. Longing for her, accepting the slide of him. Arching her back as he rode her to a mutual release and called his name as she wrapped her legs around him at her peak.

      He came then, his body jerking as he released his seed into nothingness. He trembled from the force of his climax. With a last few strokes, he milked the final vestiges of his pleasure until he was spent and breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon.

      Leaning his hands on the wall of the shower once more, he let the water wash away the final traces of his desire, but as Rey thought of Paola again, passion surprisingly roused yet again.

      With a curse, he twisted the knob and allowed a freezing torrent to hit him, driving away renewed desire. One thought stayed in his mind.

      The next time it would be the real Paola touching him as they made love.

      I’d do it all again.

      Her mother’s words echoed in her mind as Paola gazed at the photo of the three of them, her mother and father laughing with their arms wrapped around each other and her as she sat in her mother’s lap. An identical copy of the photo had sat on the mantel in her mother’s home for as long as Paola could remember. There was such love shining from their faces that it was hard to believe it could just disappear barely months later. She had always wondered why her mother would keep such a possibly painful reminder in a highly visible place.

      It made Paola consider what it would be like to feel that kind of love, but also the despair which followed. And it made her speculate how her grandmother must have suffered, losing her grandchild and then her son barely a year apart.

      I’d do it all again, her mother had insisted barely hours earlier during their dinner together.

      Which made Paola feel like a coward for not even considering doing it once. After all, what did she have to lose? she thought as she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa in her apartment.

      How about your partnership? the little voice in her head challenged.

      For months, the rumor had been that she was being considered for a position amongst the firm’s partners. It would mean more money, not that she had need of it. Her mother’s family was well-off, and she made enough of her own to not only pay for her expenses, but to squirrel away something for the future. If she was going to be made partner it would happen, if not now then in a few months or a year or two.

      How about your comfortable life? the voice insisted while Paola sipped the cab franc, savoring its full-bodied taste, so unlike her not-so-full life.

      In fact, her boring life, she shot back to that imaginary adversary. Lately, she had been spending too much time at work with little time to play, and the thrill of winning… It had become hollow since she had no one with whom to share the success.

      How about losing yourself?

      Now that was an argument that was difficult to ignore. Just earlier that night her mother had hinted at the fact that during their return to her father’s Amazonian plantation it was as if her father had disappeared before her eyes. Her mother had lost him to his frequent trips into the rain forest and the demands of his legacy.

      A legacy you know nothing about.

      But if her grandmother passed…

      More than just the supposed Lopes legacy would be gone. She paused for a moment, considering that. Considering that she stood to lose a bit of herself, a bit of what had made her who she was, if she didn’t take this trip to learn more about her father’s family.

      She laid the wine glass on her coffee table and dipped her hand into her jacket pocket. Fingered the card tucked inside. Ran her fingers over the embossed edges of his name and title.

      Rey Peralta. Her personal guide to her father’s world. To the grandmother she had never known. Possibly a guide to something else she had ignored—the needs of her heart and body. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him from the moment he had walked through the door of her office. Even now, just the thought of him pooled warmth in her center and awakened something hidden within her.

      What would it be like to take and be taken by a man like Rey? To lose all caution and dare to explore the unexpected as her mother had done nearly thirty years ago?

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