Beautiful Sacrifice

he sucked one nipple into his mouth, her back arched and she twisted beneath him.
    Reluctantly Hunter released her nipple, his tongue teasing every bit of the way. “Too hard?”
    “Get me out of this damn jacket,” she said, trying to work the sleeves down her arms.
    “You sure?” Hunter looked at her full breasts framed by her pushed-up blouse and her crumpled jacket. Her dark, hard nipples swayed with each breath, each movement. “You look damn good just the way you are.”
    He leaned down and nipped gently, then sucked her deep.
    “Jacket,” she gasped.
    He lifted his mouth. “Can’t.”
    “Why?”
    “Your hands are in my jeans.”
    She made a startled sound and realized he was right. Both of her hands were inside the waistband of his pants, rubbing over the thick crest that was even now damp with his hunger for her.
    “Help me, Hunter.” Her voice was breathless, needy.
    He reached down with one hand and tugged at metal buttons. Suddenly her fingers had freedom to move over his full, aching length.
    “That wasn’t what I meant,” she said breathlessly. “But it’s good.”
    Hunter groaned at her hungry caresses. Then he moved fast, stripping off her jacket and blouse, sending them flying with her bra onto the floor. He lowered his head again to the curves that had aroused him from the first time he had sensed them beneath the prim professor clothes.
    “Your boots are still on,” she said.
    And her hands circled his erection, squeezed, and approved from base to tip.
    “Keep that up,” he said, “and they’ll still be on when I’m inside you.”
    “Too fast?” she asked. Her voice was like her hands, hot and teasing.
    “Just warning you.”
    “Just enjoying you,” she said.
    Then, slowly, she released him. He shuddered and forced himself to be reasonable.
    “Boots,” he growled. “Will you strip while I undress, or are you shy?”
    “I was. Before you.”
    Her eyes became even more heavy-lidded. She toed off her low shoes and opened her tailored pants. Before she could lower the zipper, Hunter had kicked off his boots and was shoving his jeans over his feet. His underwear and shirt followed. By the time the narrow waist of her pants reached her curvy hips, he was naked, watching her.
    And she burned, watching him in return. Slower now, she shimmied out of the bottom of her pantsuit, feeling a little embarrassed and a lot aroused by the stark male hunger in his eyes. His eyes never left her as he ripped open a foil packet from his jeans and put on a condom. Her simple underwear caught in the pants fabric. She lifted her hips and tugged harder.
    “Darn my big butt,” she said between her teeth.
    “Big? Hell, no.” His hands swept off her tangled clothes and kneaded the curves in question. “Sweetheart, you have the most amazingly perfect ass I’ve ever seen. Makes me want to…bite.”
    He leaned down and did just that, sucking hard, his mouth leaving a brand against her rich skin. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, then in shock as his mouth moved lower.
    “I—can’t,” she said, writhing beneath his hungry tongue. “I’ve never—”
    Turning away from the shy feast he’d barely tasted, he kissed the inside of her thighs and murmured, “Next time. Or the time after. I want you like I’ve never wanted a woman. All of you, sweetheart. Everywhere. Everything.”
    Lina moaned at the same time a rush of liquid heat left hercore. Before she could draw another breath, he came back up her body like a storm tide, covering her, tumbling her around and around, entering her, engulfing her. She hung on to him with her arms, her legs, her mouth, everything she was, moving as he did, giving and taking and demanding. Then she cried out as her body bowed in an arc of passion that turned her inside out, breaking her and remaking her with each wave of release.
    Hunter locked deep inside her and rode her orgasm until he could no longer hold back his own. Release pulsed and racked him until he was empty, fulfilled, and knew only her. Breathing hard, he licked the slow tears from her cheeks.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
    “No. You…” Another wave rippled through her. Deep inside, she clamped down on him, milking him. “So good.”
    “Amen.” He shuddered as he felt her caressing him, holding him sweet prisoner.
    When she was finally still, he rolled aside. He knew he should separate their bodies and get rid of the condom, but he felt too damn good to move.
    “This could