Below is an excerpt from erotic romance novel A Little Night Music by Andrea Dale and Sarah Husch.

“I was right,” he said when he drew away. “Intoxicating.”

His tongue began a maddening exploration of her neck while his hand trailed down over her body. He pinched her nipple; paused to cup the curve of her hip; slid lower. Her hips flexed as he dipped a finger inside her, then drew it back out. He traced it along her lips, kissing her again, both of them tasting her.

His hand moved back down, toying at her outer lips until she thought she’d have to…well, do something drastic…before, finally, he drove it inside of her.

His fingers, so talented on the keyboard, proved their talent here. They thrust to the rhythm of her heartbeat, slow at first, and then quickening as her passion mounted. Hannah clutched his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscle. He was her lifeline and her tormentor and she loved every second of it.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he growled, when the last quivers of her pleasure faded away.

“Not a clue,” she said, gasping for breath. Her hand closed around him, enjoying the feel of smooth skin wrapped around his iron length. She explored with her fingers, rubbing the droplet at the tip of his cock with her thumb. She watched his face, seeing the clenching of his jaw when she teased his sac with her nails.

He rolled away abruptly, reaching to open the nightstand drawer. A foil packet was tossed to the floor as he quickly rolled the condom on. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hand sliding along her body. He cupped her ass, and Hannah lifted her legs, pulling them back so that they rested on his shoulders. She was completely open to him.

“Oh yes,” he murmured. “Wrapped around my neck. Yes.” His pupils were so large that his eyes looked black with desire.

He rested the head of his cock at her slick entrance. Hannah tried to wiggle her hips, tried to take more of him in, but she was in no position to move very far. Her stockinged legs skidded along his shoulder.

“How many was that?” Nate asked. The roughness of his voice gave away just how slender his control was. He rested on his hands, gazing down at her from a matter of inches. The look in his eyes was pure heat.

“How many what?” Hannah demanded, frustrated.

His teeth flashed white in his grin. “How many times have you come so far? Weren’t you keeping count? Don’t tell me we have to start over.”

Hannah took a deep breath to scream “Aaaargh!’, but the sound was choked off when he thrust into her. He filled her, and she molded around him.

God, but he felt exquisite inside her.

That was her last coherent thought as he moved hard and fast. Clutching at his arms, feeling the rigid muscle of his biceps beneath her palms, Hannah let herself be swept away by sensation. His weight pushed her into the bed, the rocking of his hips sweeping her along a path of pure sensation.

Then she felt his muscles tighten, felt him tense, and she urged him on, feeling him swell just before he came. The last frantic thrust triggered her yet again.

Nate collapsed on top of her, keeping just enough weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her. His breath was hot against her shoulder, his hair tickling her skin. Finally, he rolled to one side, dragging her with him and draping a leg over hers.

“It’s really hard to count,” she said. She gave in to her inclination to nuzzle the skin of his jaw, to breathe deeply of his scent, all warm and clean and male.

“Hmm?”

“Well, I mean, was that a whole bunch of orgasms, or was it one long one with a bunch of peaks?” She waved one hand vaguely in a peaks-and-valleys-type motion. She was vaguely surprised she had the energy left to lift a hand.

Nate opened one eye. He trailed one hand down her side to the damp cleft between her thighs. “If you don’t hush,” he threatened, “I’ll keep going until you pass out.” To prove his point, one finger slid slowly inside of her.

Oh dear lord…

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