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And on top of the cask I feel as if the sunlight is piercing me all over - but piercing me in a good way - and I look down through half-lidded eyes and think how bizarre it is that Luke de Villiers’s dark head is between my legs - but bizarre in a very good way - and then I don’t think about anything at all for a while except the sun, which seems to have turned into a supernova, right there inside Monsieur de Villiers’s cask room.

And then Luke straightens and wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer against him and my legs wrap around him and I feel his naked chest beneath my fingers and wonder how. And then he’s inside me, thick and hard, and it feels even better than when his mouth was there, and we’re moving against each other in just the right rhythm, with him burying himself more and more deeply in me, and me trying to get closer and closer to him, and he’s kissing my neck and shoulders where the sun is hitting me, and suddenly there’s sun all over me, like I’m being showered in golden sun drops, and I cry out at how good it feels, and Luke does, too.

From Queen of Babble

Posted on January 8th, 2008 by The Prince
Filed under: Cabot, Meg