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  “Nightstand.”

  “Mmm, what do we have here?”

  “Shit,” Rachel cried. Diving across the bed, she slammed the drawer, more embarrassed than she could ever remember being. How could she have forgotten her stash? “Nothing.”

  Mark gently removed her hand so he could pull the bedside table drawer back open. “Come on, Rach, let me look.”

  Groaning, she pulled her hand back and covered her face. She could hear the slow slide of the drawer opening. Squeezing her eyes closed tighter, she prepared for the humiliation that would arise when he saw her collection of sex toys. Her ex-husband had thought she had been a sexual deviant for owning a vibrator when they met. She could only imagine what Mark would think. She was a woman in her sexual prime who hadn’t had sex in over a year; there was a hell of a lot more than a vibrator in her stash now.

  At the sound of Mark’s grunt, Rachel opened her eyes. She bit back a gasp at the lust filled stare that gazed back at her. “Damn woman. We are going to have some fun with this stuff.” Mark rubbed his hands together. “I don’t even know where to begin.” He grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows.

  “Really?” Rachel’s voice creaked out in a mere whisper.

  “Hell, yeah.”

  “You don’t think it’s weird that I have all that?”

  “I think it’s fucking hot.”

  Rachel smiled back at him. Her pussy pulsed eagerly awaiting the night to come. She let her gaze roam down Mark’s body. Even through his jeans, she could see his dick twitch. She licked her lips, excited to explore all it had to offer. Maybe there was something to this whole sex-with-a-younger-guy thing. She certainly wanted to find out.

  Leaning back against the pillows, she arched her back, forcing her breasts up in the air. Her tightly drawn nipples acting like a beacon, calling him to her body. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how hot you think it is?”

  Mark growled and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wider, putting her on complete display. Rather than embarrassing her, it spiked her excitement. Moisture trickled between her thighs, sliding into the crevice of her ass.

  He stared hungrily at her. His nostrils flared. The rapid rising of his chest and lust in his eyes almost caused her to melt on the spot. “God, I can’t wait to dive in and get a taste of all that honey.”

  She shivered at the intensity of his stare and widened her legs farther, drawing up one knee to expose more of herself. “What are you waiting for?”

  His grin cocked up at one side. He licked his lips. “Not a damn thing.”

  Mark lifted one leg and licked the instep of her foot. Her back arched off the bed. He smiled against her ankle. “Let’s see what else you like,” he murmured.

  His tongue forged a path up her calf; his fingers tickled the sensitive flesh behind her knee, causing her to squirm against the mattress in anticipation as he kissed his way up her thigh. His tongue swirled in hot circles, coming teasingly close to where she wanted him.

  Mark raised his head inhaling deeply. “You even smell good.” He trailed his finger against the lips of her pussy and flicked her clit. “Mmm. I’m loving the wax job. Everything is completely on display, not hidden. I can really see what I’m doing.”

  Rachel smiled at him and said a silent thank you to Jan for forcing her into getting the Brazilian. The delicious contrast between his hot breath and the cool bedroom air were intensified on her naked skin.

  He pushed away from her body and sat up.

  “What are you doing?” she whimpered, stunned that he teased her and didn’t follow through.

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry; I plan to make a meal of you. I just thought it might be fun to add one of your toys to the mix.”

  Filled with nerves, she shifted on the bed. She’d never used her toys in front of anyone before, but seeing how aroused the idea made Mark had her thinking maybe she could really get into this as well.

  He played around inside the drawer, a smile curving his lips seductively. “We could have some fun with some of these.” He eyed her, his look promising a multitude of sins. Her fear and reservations quickly fled, replaced by shear anticipation at which toy he would choose.

  Mark held up her Little Paul. The pink g-spot vibrator taunted her, reminding her of the orgasms it had given her in the past. “Does this one work for you?” he asked.

  She shifted on the bed. “Um, yeah sort of. I still usually need to stimulate my clit to finish.” He trailed the vibrator over her breasts. The low humming vibration kicked up her arousal several degrees. His confident, teasing play encouraged her to continue. She cleared her throat. “The combo is pretty fantastic.”

  He grinned. “Sounds perfect, since I plan to give your clit plenty of attention.”

  With the vibrator whirling, Mark trailed it down her body, paying close attention to her breasts. She groaned in pleasure as her nipples tightened in response to the stimulation. “That feels great,” she moaned.

  “I’m about to make you feel a whole lot better,” he told her, settling his large body between her legs. He ran the vibrator over the tops of her thighs, his tongue following the path of the toy.

  Mark gently parted her slick folds with his fingers and spread her juices around over her clit. Her body jerked in reaction and she sighed in pleasure. His tongue dipped out and lapped her from vagina to clit. An arrow of bliss shot through her body. She pushed her hands into his hair and held his head tightly against her body. There was no way she was letting him stop what he had started.

  He brought the vibrator against her core, coating it in her juices, making it slick with her arousal. He inserted it into her. His tongue never left its exploration of her clit. She cried out from the precise power of the g-spot vibrator and Mark’s tongue working her body simultaneously.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against her, the vibrations of his voice and breath hitting her throbbing clit. He licked her like the most delicious ice cream cone, making the most incredible slurping sounds. Pleasure ripped through her body.

  Mark worked the vibrator with skill, changing the angle and speed at will. Not knowing what he would do next kept her body humming on the precipice, ready to shatter at any moment. He continued to fuck her with the vibrator pressing her g-spot. Tension wound through her body as she teetered over the brink. Then one slow thrust with the toy sent her over the edge and she tumbled, shattering her into a million pieces.

  Completely satiated, she threw her arm over her eyes, trying to gather control of her herself. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest it was beating so hard. Rachel had never had such a mind-blowing orgasm in her life. She brought her arm back down, opened her eyes and grinned up at Mark. “You were right about the toys; it was a great addition.”

  He chuckled. “Glad you liked it, ‘cause I am going to enjoy using every one of them.” He wiped her juices from his face. The move so damn sexy her body clenched with need.

  “I want you inside me,” she told him.

  “Good, because that’s exactly where I want to be.” He stood and shucked his jeans. She got her first delicious view of his cock. His thick, long dick stood at attention, putting her previous two partners to shame. God, that is going to feel amazing. He quickly donned the condom and climbed back on the bed between her spread legs.

  His cock nudged the opening of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her body against him so he slid slightly inside. Mark groaned and drove forward, burying himself fully inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. She nipped the side of his neck, encouraging him to continue, meeting him stroke for stroke.

  Sliding his hands down her back, he gripped her ass and arched her off the bed, spreading her wide so he could drive deep inside. Her orgasm built closer. “Suck my tits,” she demanded, moaning in pleasure.

  He licked her nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Gripping her hips tighter, he drove into her harder, increasing the pace, forcing her to mat
ch his rhythm. The passion took her to heights she had never reached before.

  Mark took her nipple between his teeth and nipped. The pain and pleasure mingling into the perfect combination drove her over the edge. She screamed her release as he continued to slam into her, reaching his own orgasm with a roar. Rachel sagged against the bed moments before he landed on top of her. Their sweat covered bodies slid against each other as they gasped for breath.

  Lazily, she ran her hands over the muscles in his back, enjoying the rigid feel of his body against hers. “Give me a minute, and I’ll be ready to go again,” he said, kissing the side of her neck. “I just need to catch my breath.”

  “You’ll be ready again soon?”

  He grunted against her shoulder. “What, you won’t be?

  “Well, yeah, of course but…?”

  He pushed up on his elbow and gazed down at her face. “Your ex was a one-time guy?”

  “Yep and not all that often. I guess it comes with age or just lack of attraction.”

  “Clearly, I’m more than attracted to you.” He kissed her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. The air rushed from her lungs when he released it. “Plus, I’m young. With a little food, I can go all night.”

  Rachel giggled. “And here I was nervous about your age.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

  “I plan on showing you the many benefits to being with a younger guy. Make you forget all those reasons why you thought our age difference would be a problem. I’m only seeing positives.” He pressed his penis against her.

  “You’re ready again? Already?” She gasped.

  He sat back and pulled off the old condom, disposing of it in the bedside garbage and slipping a new one on. Mark pushed against her, thrusting deep inside. ”What can I say? I’m inspired.”

  Their second time was slower, lazier, but no less amazing than the first. Her orgasm built gradually, coming in crests, like waves in the ocean, building in momentum, finally overtaking her.

  Mark threw the second condom away and pulled her against him, spooning her body. She sighed and leant back into him. It felt so good just to be held in someone’s arms. Safe, protected, precious. She hadn’t realised how much she had missed it.

  Rachel rested her head against Mark’s chest, enjoying the steady beat of his heart beneath her ears as his fingers traced delicate patterns across her hip. “So what got you into landscape design?”

  “I don’t know. Lots of reasons I guess,” he replied, his voice soft, languid after their encounter. “I went to Harvard, like my parents expected, and got my MBA. Interned with my dad’s business in the summer and hated it. The only thing about those summers I enjoyed was taking out my frustrations in my parents’ front yard.” The movement of his hand slowed like he was lost in memories. “I realised how much I enjoyed it.”

  “What did your parents think?”

  He laughed without humour. “I’m sure you can guess. I was an embarrassment. ‘People with our breeding don’t do manual labour.’ Blah, blah, blah.”

  She pushed herself up on her elbow so she could look in his eyes. “It took a lot of guts to go against your family and do something for yourself.”

  He shrugged.

  “Don’t shrug it off, Mark. That’s impressive. Most people spend a huge portion of their lives doing what is expected of them, living the life other people want for them.”

  “Is that what you did?” When she turned her face away from him, he cupped his hand under her chin and guided her face back towards him. “With your ex?”

  Unable to really talk, she nodded. The way Mark was studying her felt like he saw places she normally kept hidden. She took a deep breath. “But I’m living the life I want now.” She dropped her head back down onto his chest. “We both are,” she murmured.

  They must have fallen asleep. Sometime later, soft, seductive kisses caressed her neck, drawing her out of her restful slumber.

  “What do you say we grab a shower? Check out that backyard of yours, and we can discuss the landscaping plans over dinner. I need some fuel to finish out this night the way I plan.” His sleep roughed voice whispered over her skin.

  “Mmm sounds good.” She pushed back, grinding her body into his erection. He laughed and slapped her ass. “Out of bed, woman, or I’ll never get out.”

  Rachel groaned. “Alright, alright.” She threw the sheets off, leapt out of bed and strolled towards the bathroom. With a glance back over her shoulder, she found Mark still in bed, his gaze riveted to her backside. She smiled, feeling confident and powerful at the lust she saw reflected on his face. “You coming? I thought you young guys could go all night.”

  Mark sprung from the bed, sporting a very impressive erection. “We can.” He grabbed her around the waist and dragged her into the bathroom. “Let me show you.”

  Chapter Four

  Mark stared in awe at Rachel’s shower. “That’s a hell of a lot of shower heads and nozzles.” He grinned at her and rubbed his hands together. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

  Her smile flashed, quick and hot, as her eyes darkened with desire. He reached out to pull her into the shower after him. Grabbing the bottle of body wash from the shelf, he squirted the liquid into his palm. The fruity aroma of pears mixed with the hot steam of the shower and filled the bathroom. “Now I know where you get that great smell from.”

  Soap covered his hands as he ran them down her arms and across her upper chest. The smooth skin of her body was an alluring contrast of soft woman and toned muscle. Mark eyed the handheld shower nozzle and grinned, imaging all the possibilities. “I hope you have a big hot water tank.” Immense pleasure ricocheted down his spine when her eyes widened and she swallowed, her nipples beading tightly.

  Oh yeah, he was going to take his time and make the most of this. With soft, gentle caresses, he smoothed his hands down her ribs and skimmed his thumbs close to her nipples. Rachel arched her back and pressed her breasts against his palms, urging him closer. The seductive movements of her body were making him crazy. She was so sensuous and didn’t even seem to realise it.

  The need to take her to unknown heights drove him, and he nipped the soft skin above her collar bone with his teeth. Goosebumps covered her skin.

  “Patience,” he murmured against her neck. Mark nipped her again, just to see her shiver. Rachel’s lush breasts called to him for attention. The twitching of his cock had him shifting to ease the throbbing craving in his dick.

  Mark slid his hands down her body, grazing her nipples. The carnal moans of erotic frustration that slipped from her lips were music to his ears. He lightly grazed the peaks again. They constricted tighter, calling to him like plump, ripe raspberries.

  “Mark, stop teasing me and touch them,” she groaned.

  He softly grasped a nipple between his fingers. “Like this?” he asked.

  “Do both and do it harder.” She gasped, arching her back into his touch.

  Mark grabbed the hard little tips and twisted them, rougher, like he knew she wanted. Her breath hitched when he replaced a hand with his mouth, swirling the peak with his tongue, caressing the bud in his mouth. Switching to the other nipple, he drew it into the warm recesses of his mouth, lavishing it with attention.

  He moved his hand down over her stomach, dipping farther, to bare the treasure that awaited him. Mark’s finger slipped between her folds, seeking out her clit. The water from the shower mixed with her hot juices guided the way for his hand. Rachel sighed, her nails digging into his forearm as she squirmed to get closer to his touch.

  With one finger pressed inside her, he worked her hard nub with his thumb. The tight, hot, wet clenching of her pussy around his finger a testament to how close she already was. He bit back a groan and placed a second digit deep into the welcoming heat of her body.

  When he withdrew his fingers, Mark grinned at Rachel’s protested grumbling.

  “Turn around and let me get your back.” Adding more soap to his hands, he lathered her back with
suds. He slid his hands down, caressing her bottom, slipping a soapy hand between her cheeks. Rachel’s rapid breathing turned to panting as he glided his hand back and forth across her anus. Mark pressed her upper body and head down, forcing her butt to thrust out.

  “Put your hands against the wall,” he ordered. Grabbing her hips, he pulled them towards him and forced her legs to widen. Leaving her body on full display. He wanted to do things to her no one had ever dreamt of doing. To imprint himself on her so he was all she could think about.

  The painful throbbing of his dick had him biting back a groan as he dropped to his knees behind her and nibbled her ass cheek. Using both hands, he spread her cheeks wide. “Mmm,” he groaned before lapping his tongue over her tight rosebud.

  She squirmed and, moaning with pleasure, pushed herself further back, giving him better exposure.

  He eased two fingers back inside her hot core while continuing his ministrations on her ass. She ground her hips, increasing the rhythm, urging him on. He used his other hand on her clit. With both of his hands working her pussy and his face buried between her cheeks, Mark was on the verge of coming himself. He eased his fingers from her hot core and glided his hand farther back.

  Desperate to be inside her, he pinched her clit as he slid a finger inside her tight rosebud. She screamed, her hips bucking out her release before she slumped against the wall.

  Letting go of Rachel, Mark stood, snatched the condom off the soap dish and sheathed himself. He reached up and unhooked the handheld shower nozzle, gripped her hips with a firm grasp and hauled her body towards him, entering her from behind. Her hot, wet core squeezed his cock tightly.

  A low rumble of pleasure rolled from his chest as she accepted his entire length, encompassing all of him. He slowly started pumping into her. With the shower nozzle in his hands, he slipped it between her legs and aimed the spray at her clit.

  Rachel’s shocked cry turned into moans of ecstasy. Errant sprays of water hit Mark in the balls like caressing fingers, increasing his arousal. He thrust into her, matching her rhythm. With a climax upon him, Mark moved the shower nozzle closer to her clit. increasing the pressure against her.