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  “Yeah, it was. But I’m pleased to say, not counting my lack of stamina in the car just now, I’ve improved considerably.” He rested the flat of his hand at the base of my neck, over the butterfly on my necklace. I was sure he’d be able to feel my pulse. “A lot of my improvement is thanks to you. We had fun practicing, didn’t we?”

  “Mmm,” I managed as he slid his hand down over my right breast until he cupped me through the thin material. “We did.”

  “And these babies,” he said, smoothing over my other breast so he supported them both, “were the stars of all my teenage wet dreams. Right from that first day I spotted a bra through your school blouse and realized you were going to grow a set I wanted to see them, touch them, kiss them.”

  “You did, plenty of times.”

  “Yeah, but it took me a few years to get there.” He released my breasts, pulled back slightly, and the next thing I knew my bra was sitting at my feet. “It took me a while to persuade you to let me do that.”

  “That was in the alley, between Mr. James’ and old Gerty Drew’s, June 29.”

  He grinned and let his thumbs brush over my tight nipples. Darts of pleasure shot through my chest and settled low in my belly. My nipples strained for his touch and I watched in the mirror as he lowered his head over my shoulder and studied his own delicate caresses. “I just about went off in my pants that day,” he murmured.

  I sucked in a breath as my breasts grew heavy with need and my pulse rate picked up even further.

  “You’re even more exquisite than I remembered, Jenny. I want you so bad, not just for a quickie, I want to savor making love to you all night long, and then again tomorrow night and the next. Do you remember what we said?”

  I turned in his arms and pressed against his hot chest and hard pecs. “What?”

  “That we would be each other’s first and last.”

  I gave a small nod.

  “We promised,” he said. “Not just that night in the tent but a hundred more times over the years.” His lips brushed mine. “Have me back, Jenny, be mine and we can pick up where we left off and start being each other’s last, right now, tonight. I don’t want anyone but you, ever again.”

  I slid my hands around the base of his neck, my soul swelling with joy and love. My stomach clenched, I could hardly breathe. Never in my wildest dreams had I dared to hope that he still felt the same way about me as I did about him. I pushed to my toes and pulled his mouth to mine. “Yes,” I said breathlessly onto his lips. “Yes, I want to be yours again and I want you to be mine, forever.”

  His eyes shut, his long lashes resting on his cheek, and he blew out a slow breath. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

  And then we were kissing, hard, fast and urgent and I forgot all about my slowly rule. His hands were at my jeans, tugging and popping open buttons. A hunger grew inside me. A hunger that couldn’t be ignored, not for another moment.

  He shoved at my jeans and knickers, dragging them down my thighs. I gasped as he stooped to take my nipple into his wet, warm mouth. Arched into him and groaned for more. “Sit down,” he said on a rush of breath, urging me onto the bed. He knelt in front of me and slid off my sneakers. Tugged away my jeans and underwear completely.

  I sat before Robbie Harding, lead singer of the Manic Machines, totally, utterly naked.

  Chapter Three

  He looked up, and as his gaze devoured me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, the naughtiest grin I’d ever seen slid over his face. “My god, Jenny, you were so beautiful growing up you made me ache, but now—now you’re beyond exquisite.”

  “Robbie,” I said, placing my hands on the hard balls of his shoulders. “You don’t have to say that, I’ve seen who else you’ve dated—”

  “None of them compare, none of them come close to you.” His voice deepened. “Do you know why?” His big hands slid from my ankles to my knees.

  “No,” I said in a shaky voice as he exerted gentle pressure and eased my legs apart.

  “Because not only are you stunning on the outside, I know you’re beautiful on the inside too, in the very depths of your soul.” His curious fingers tickled up my inner thighs. I licked my lips, swollen from our hard kisses, and watched their progress. “You are beautiful right down to the core,” he said, watching his fingers move over my pale flesh. “Sweet and caring, truthful and pure, and I can’t believe I was so stupid to let you go. I can assure you…” he trailed his finger into the soft folds of my pussy and I let out a small whimper of need, “I won’t be letting you go again, not ever.”

  He urged my legs wider with his shoulders, dipped his head between my legs and planted a long, hot kiss on top of my little fuzz of blonde pubic hair. I hardly dared to hope he’d do what only he had ever done to me.

  “You remember how much you used to like me worshipping you like this?” he asked, stroking his thumb over my clit, teasing it from its hood.

  “Yes, yes,” I whispered, resting my hands on top of his head. His hair was still damp from the shower.

  “Then lie back and enjoy,” he said in a voice that was smoky and rich with desire. “I know I’m going to.”

  Oh god, he was going to do that. I let the cool, soft sheets envelop my back as the song about sexed-up party animals ended and Jenny came on. I was Jenny, this song was about me. I looked up at the reflection on the mirrored ceiling. For a moment I was shocked to see myself sprawled wantonly on the big bed. My hair was spread out like a fan, my small breasts tight and pale. Between my legs was Robbie’s head, shockingly dark against my creamy skin tones and the light silver of the duvet. Then his broad back and wide shoulders filled the space where my legs folded to the floor. Even hunched over, he looked so much bigger than me.

  I tensed in delight as Robbie’s tongue began to explore where his fingers had left off. Stroking my soft, damp flesh and delving into every crease and fold. I let out a moan and arched my back as his tongue finally tangled with my clit. His fingers joined in, searched out my entrance and pushed up to the knuckle. “Robbie,” I called and pressed down for more, suddenly desperate for it, desperate for that filling sensation.

  Still I kept my eyes open, watching him, watching us as his voice ricocheted around the room, singing about his shattered heart and his broken dreams.

  Jenny, oh Jenny, I’m still here, still waiting, still aching

  No one else has ever compared

  His tongue picked up the pace, swirling and laving at my clitoris. Warm, liquid silkiness collected in my pussy, coating his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me. My hips ground against the mattress, his other hand steadied me, holding my hipbone firmly.

  Oh Jenny, I’m here, still waiting

  Still breaking my heart over youuuuuuuuu.

  “That’s too good,” I groaned, willing my eyes to stay open and carry on looking at our squirming reflection. The towel had slipped from his waist and I could see the first outlines of his sweet butt as he knelt before me. His left shoulder was moving, shifting in time with the delicious filling sensations he was giving me. He had slid his other hand to my stomach and his head dipped in time with the growing pressure in my clit. “I’m going to come,” I moaned as a climax hurtled toward me. He upped the pace and I became mindless. The only thing I could think of was the pressure building to the point of glorious release. Heat pooled in my pelvis and radiated to my fists as they clenched the sheets. My toes rolled into the floor and lifted like a ballerina’s. I opened my mouth to scream as ecstasy claimed me but no sound came out. It was too fast, too intense, and demanded all of my energy for those few sweeter-than-sweet seconds. Each luscious wave rolled through me as I convulsed around his fingers and onto his face. I was so wet, dripping wet, and so swollen and utterly possessed by him. By Robbie. My Robbie.

  I moaned, low and guttural, and shifted my hips away from him. His fingers slid from me and he kissed his way up my stomach. He knew after I came on his tongue I couldn’t cope with any more stimulation for a
few minutes at least. It was too intense.

  Lightheaded, my pulse wild in my ears, I looked up at his long body stretching over mine, covering mine. “I guess I haven’t forgotten how you like that.” he said, giving a satisfied smile through moisture-laden lips.

  “I think your memory is just fine.” My voice was deep and dreamy even to my own ears. It had been a long time since I’d come with Robbie’s tongue and I didn’t recall it being that good. Of course it probably had been, but, boy, was it nice to be reminded.

  “We should celebrate,” he said, pressing a wet kiss to my left nipple, which stuck up like a tight bead.

  “I thought we were.”

  “With champagne.” Suddenly his body heat left mine and he lifted to stand at the side of the bed. My covetous eyes drank him up. His impressive erection was jutting toward me from a tangle of black pubic hair. “I’ll be right back,” he said, turning.

  I was completely open about the fact I was checking out his butt as he walked out of the room. He could see me in the mirrors. I could see me in the mirrors. My cheeks flushed as I caressed his buttocks with my gaze. Soon I would get my hands on them. My palms were already imagining the hard shape of him as he pounded into me.

  He left the room and I gulped in air, my pussy still quivering, still trembling from his attentions. I rubbed a hand over my left breast and tweaked my taut nipple. Watched myself in the mirror disappearing into the distance as I was reflected for all infinity. This was not how I’d thought tonight was going to turn out, but hey, I wasn’t complaining.

  Robbie walked back into the room carrying a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes. “To first and last and forever,” he said with a grin and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. He smelled good, of man and sex, spice and me.

  I took a flute and tried not to stare at his beautiful cock, which was only inches from my face as he popped the cork. “Whoops, quick, here you go,” he said as froth exploded from the bottle in a sudden white gush.

  I caught the bubbles with a giggle then watched as the gold liquid crept up the glass. He filled his own and placed the bottle on the floor.

  “Cheers,” I said, holding up my flute and catching his eye.

  He smiled down at me. “Cheers, pumpkin.”

  I took a sip and let the bubbles pop on my tongue. It was dry and wet and filled my mouth with fizz. I swallowed and looked back at his cock. That was what I really wanted in my mouth. I wanted Robbie, I wanted to taste him, feel the texture of him on my tongue, my palate. Remind myself of his shape and contours the way he’d just done with me.

  I took another swig of champagne, a big cheekful, and handed the glass to Robbie. His brow twitched down at me and, through the fluid in my mouth, I gave a tight smile.

  I placed one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around his cock. His hard flesh was burning hot in my fist as I slid up and down the length of him.

  He groaned deep, deep in his chest. “Be careful, pumpkin, remember how you always push me to the edge of my control.”

  I couldn’t answer, my mouth was still full of champagne. I looked up at him and watched his eyes as I leaned forward and positioned the voluptuous tip of his cock in front of my lips. “Ah, fuck,” he muttered then drained both glasses of champagne and tossed the flutes onto the soft pillows. They made a quiet whump as they landed apart.

  Being careful not to spill any precious champagne, I eased his cock into my mouth. He slipped in through the cool, sparkling liquid, all the way to the back of my throat. The hot, musky taste of him mingled with the crisp champagne. A single drip leaked from the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. I ignored it.

  Still I kept on taking him in, even though my mouth was chock-full. Working him with my hand and stirring the fizzing fluid around his shaft with my tongue.

  “Ah, Jesus, Jenny. That’s fucking amazing.”

  I looked up. His nostrils flared and he pulled in a deep breath. His hands came down and pressed gently over my ears. He’d taught me long ago how to give him pleasure with my mouth and I hadn’t forgotten. So I cupped his balls with my other hand as I worked him with my tongue and fingers, paying special attention to the pulse spot under his glans.

  He groaned again, long and deep as though he couldn’t decide if it was pain or pleasure. I sped up, rolling his cock in my mouth as more champagne popped on my palate and spilled from my lips.

  “Jenny, stop,” he ordered, pulling out in a sudden rush. I swallowed what I could but trickles of champagne landed on my breasts. My mouth missed him instantly.

  “That’s not how I want it,” he said in a strained voice. “Not that I don’t appreciate your imaginative way of giving head but, Jenny.” His face twisted. “I just gotta get inside you, where you’re hot and wet and warm and where I know you want me.”

  He lay on the bed, lifted the glasses onto the cabinet, then dragged me on top of him. I giggled as my wet chest crushed against his. His lips caught mine and then he twisted in one quick movement and tucked me beneath him.

  I spread my legs wide as he settled between them. “Condom,” I gasped as the tip of his cock touched my pussy. “You always forget.”

  “Yeah, sorry, hang on.” He shifted to the edge of the bed, stretched to the mirrored bedside cabinet and fumbled in a drawer. Next thing he was rolling a condom down his shiny cock.

  Then he was back at my entrance. He hovered above me, his weight on his elbows and his eyes fierce with intensity. ”Jenny, I’m so happy you’re here, that you came to the concert tonight. I know the car earlier was frantic but I really do want to make love to you, show you how I feel in the depths of my heart and—”

  “Robbie,” I interrupted, hooking my legs over the back of his solid thighs and sliding my hands to his tight butt. “Quit talking and get the hell on with it.” I pressed against the delectable flesh beneath my fingertips.

  The room went suddenly silent. The song ended. Just our rapid breaths and the pounding of my pulse filled my ears.

  “It’s forever though, right?” he whispered, holding my face between his palms.

  “Yes, forever.” I was feverish with the need for him to penetrate me. “Forever starts tonight, it starts now.”

  I felt his coccyx curl under in one powerful surge, but he pushed only an inch into my hot, needy channel.

  I forced myself to relax as he pulled out a fraction then eased back in. Farther this time. Driving and sliding all the way in until I felt full and stretched and didn’t think I could take any more. “Robbie,” I moaned, “Oh Robbie.” My head pressed into the soft pillow. He trailed his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking his way over my skin, small groans tearing from his throat as he set up a slow, steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me, catching my G-spot with the tip of his cock and rubbing my clit with his pubis bone.

  A new tune started, a lazy melody laced with his voice singing about endless souls, twisting and twining through time. I hadn’t heard it before, but as his words seeped into me I held him tighter.

  He locked his arms beneath my shoulders and crushed me to him in a possessive embrace, increasing the speed—not frantically but going deeper, harder, as an urgency built. He buried his head in my neck and I stared up at the ceiling at the live image of us writhing on the bed. His beautiful back spread over me with my hands clinging to his shoulders, his butt with small, perfect dimples that appeared in time with his thrusts. My ankles were crossed over the backs of his thighs, my toes were curled.

  His mouth moved back to mine, stoking my passion with his tongue. I writhed, pulling him closer still, greedy for maximum flesh on flesh connection. Seeking out even more feeling, more sensation.

  We stopped kissing, his cheek pressed to mine and his breaths were loud and fast washing over my cheek to my ear. Awe and bliss swirled around me. His hips pistoned, driving in and out. I thrust mine to meet each glorious, powerful lunge. Swallowing him higher, taking him into my heated core deeper and deeper.

  Tension built in my pelvis
, swirling and coiling, I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was on fire—his raw, unharnessed desire and intoxicating masculinity overwhelming every one of my senses. I clenched my pussy around his shaft and he groaned thick and guttural, so did I.

  “Oh Jenny, that’s done it,” he gasped. “I’m coming, ah, Jesus, Jenny, join me.” He lifted his head and slanted his lips over mine again, fed me hot, hungry kisses as his cock went even harder. I felt the first tug of a deeply satisfying orgasm claim me.

  His slick tongue chased for mine as I was catapulted up to climax. His cock worked me on the inside and his body rubbed my clit skillfully. I loved him. I had always loved him. And I wanted him back. I had him back. “Robbie,” I cried into his mouth. “Ah, Robbie, yes, that’s it, Robbie.”

  “I…love…you,” he grunted.

  Then he was pulsing in time with me. His rigid cock pounding in and out as heaven washed over my body. It was like white-hot liquid had been poured into my veins. My breathing was ragged as I grasped for his shoulders and dragged him deeper with a tip of my pelvis and a push of my ankles. This was what I wanted forever. I wanted Robbie.

  He moaned long and rasping into my ear. I smoothed my hands down his back as final pulses shot through his shaft and he trembled within me.

  “Finally,” he gasped, brushing my lips with his. “After so long of dreaming about having you back, you’re finally here, finally in my bed.”

  “I certainly am,” I said breathlessly as my pussy continued to convulse and contract.

  “It was a damn sight easier to get to number one than it was to get you to realize all those songs were about you.” He smiled down at me.

  “Well, it kind of clicked when you called one Jenny.”

  “Subtle, huh?” He moved his pelvis and generated another shiver down both our sweat-laced bodies. “Shame you didn’t ever hear this one, I sang this two years ago for you.” He peppered kisses across my cheek and onto my neck.

  I tilted my head on the pillow, looked up at us and listened to the song filling the room.