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Authors: Brenda Jackson

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“Hold on, baby,” he whispered as the scent of her increased his sexual hunger and nipped at his control. Bracing his weight on his elbows he stared down at her, watching her closely. He wanted to see her expression the exact moment their bodies joined as one. His visual focus was entirely on her. His physical focus was on that part of her he so desperately needed to connect with.
The effort of control was etched on his face as his body began easing his engorged shaft into her. She was tight. Almost too tight. He partially withdrew then began a slow penetration again as he watched her. Her expression indicated it hurt. Her fingers sank into his shoulders as he continued to ease forward, deeper inside of her. He felt her tense beneath him and a sheen of tears glistened her eyes. He was about to pull out when he felt her legs wrap around him, locking him to her, a silent message for him to stay put—no matter what. She needed to experience this hot, burning pleasure just as much as he did. The feel of her legs around him and the wetness of her feminine folds clutching him pushed him over the edge.
He spread her legs farther apart with his knees at the same time he slipped a hand beneath her hips, lifting her as he pushed into her with one forceful lunge. He saw the flicker of pain that flashed in her eyes just seconds before she cried out.
“It won't hurt again, I promise,” he whispered in a strained voice as he felt himself embedded deep within her.
She nodded then he leaned down and kissed her, devouring her mouth as he remained still for a while as his shaft throbbed within her. She could actually feel him growing, getting larger and stretched her body to accommodate him. Her inner muscles gloved him tight.
Randolph then began to slowly move in and out of her body. He knew the exact moment pleasure replaced pain when her hand caressed a path up and down his back, and she began meeting him stroke for stroke. Whimpering sounds poured forth from her throat
and was captured in his kiss. Her legs tightened around him as the movements of their bodies intensified.
He groaned.
She purred.
The two sounds infiltrated the quiet peacefulness of their surroundings. Passion—deep and sharp—rammed through them, spurring them to increase the pace of their mating and flooding their minds with unbearable sensations.
He broke off their kiss and looked into her face just seconds before earth-shattering sensations ripped through her, shaking her to the core, making her eyes glaze over in unadulterated pleasure. She screamed his name over and over again. He felt the stirrings of his own desire being shaken to the core by her body's tremors. Throwing his head back and releasing a deep, piercing groan, he joined her in carnal paradise as the throes of ecstasy pushed him over the edge and straight into sweet, sensuous oblivion.
Jenna didn't want to open her eyes just yet. She didn't think she had the ability to do so even if she wanted to. Nor did she think she could move her body, which was just as well since Randolph was still on top of her. He was still inside of her, joined, connected.
She had experienced the ultimate in passion in his arms. And as she felt the heat of him throb, harden, and enlarge inside of her, her own body awakened to a sensuous stir as powerful sexual urges again consumed her. Her feminine walls once again stretched to accommodate him.
Randolph began nuzzling her neck as his hands cupped her hips, holding her in place when she instinctively began to move. “No, baby, don't move,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to savor the feel of being inside of you this way. I've wanted you for so long. Now that I have
you, totally and completely, and now that your life is joined with mine, I won't ever let you go, Jenna. You will always belong to me, no matter what. We will always belong together.”
And then he began kissing her with a passion as his body began moving in hers. And this time when she lifted her hips, he didn't stop her. Instead he set the rhythm for her to follow. She began meeting him thrust for thrust.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he concentrated on giving them just what they needed and wanted, pushing her higher as he went deeper, staking a claim on her body, her heart and her soul.
Then it happened again. Jenna felt the tingling that started at her toes and settled dead center between her legs where she and Randolph were joined. There, in that spot, the sensations intensified, overwhelming her, and making it difficult for her to breathe. She called out his name at the same exact moment he called out hers. And then he took her mouth again as he grounded himself against her, inside of her, mating relentlessly with her as the muscles of his body flexed with the flow of his movements as he thrust in and out of her.
Kissing her long and hard, Randolph felt the insides of her gripping him, pulling everything out of him. A part of him wished he wasn't wearing a rubber so he could feel his hot release spurt inside of her, coating her womb with his seed. But he knew now was not the time. They had college to complete.
Vowing his love for Jenna over that Bible made what they were doing now feel right. Their lives were bound together and he felt no marriage vows could make them any more connected and committed. In his heart she was his soul mate, his other half, the woman he intended to share the rest of his life with, the woman who would one day give him children.
That thought made the headiest of sensations spear through him. And when he felt her body muscles squeeze him, extracting from him what it really couldn't have because of the latex separating them, he gave it up anyway when he felt himself falling over the edge. The rapid clenching and unclenching of her muscles as she tried to pull the very
essence from him made his entire movement quicken with an agonizing need for release.
A volcano erupted inside of him and it shook with the force of an earthquake as he felt her body climax. Then his body traveled the second time that day to a place called ecstasy.
 
For the rest of the day Randolph and Jenna shared the essence of what it meant to be totally and completely in love. After making love a second time he had picked her up in his arms and had taken her to the shallow end of the pool and sat down with her in his lap. The heat of the water from the hot spring felt soothing to the muscles her body had used for the first time that day. He had leisurely caressed her body over and over again, reawakening it to his sensual onslaught. Then, taking her hand he had walked her farther into the depths of the pond where he turned her to face him, kissing her with an intensity that melted every bone in her body. He then spread her legs apart in the waist-deep water, wrapping her legs around his hips. Slowly entering her he emitted a groan deep in his throat the moment their bodies connected.
Later, much later, he dried her off and carried her back to the blanket where they ate sandwiches and drank wine. After satisfying their hunger they lay back on the blanket wrapped in each other's arms, looking up at the sky and wishing their time here could last forever.
Jenna knew that being with Randolph without her parents' or his grandparents' knowledge was wrong but at the moment she didn't care. They had seven days to be together before they had to return to school and she wanted to spend all seven with him, savoring every stolen moment that she could. In less than three months they would part ways for the summer and she wanted every single minute to count so she would have memories to draw from.
“Ready for your swimming lessons?”
She looked over at him and smiled. It was a smile of a woman in love, a woman whose body and mind were deeply satisfied and at peace. “You promise not to let me drown?”
He gave her a slow, sexy grin. “Oh, I promise to do a lot of things to you, Jenna, but letting you drown isn't one of them.”
Jenna watched as he stood up and then looked down at her. Both of them were naked as the day they came into the world. She watched his eyes darken as he gazed down at her, with love, male appreciation and sexual desire within their depths. The heat of his gaze made her feminine core throb. She couldn't believe she could still want him again and looking at him, at that male part of him that was large and aroused, she could see that he wanted her again, too.
“No, we will never stop wanting each other,” he said softly, as if reading her thoughts. “You're my soul mate and my body knows it. It's in tune to the very thing it wants and needs for nourishment and for happiness.” She then watched as he reached out and picked up another rubber. After tearing off the wrapping he put it on. “First I gave you swimming lessons …”
She smiled up at him as a tingling sensation spread all the way throughout her body. “Then what?” she asked, as if she didn't know after seeing him sheath himself.
“Then I give you something else.”
“Something else like what?
“Some of this,” he said, pointing to a certain part of his body. “Want it?” he asked, his voice a rasped whisper.
The nipples of Jenna's breasts tightened. She felt the feminine folds of her body fill with moisture. “Yes, I want it.” She suddenly felt wild and hot, wondering just how much pleasure a person could take before dying from it. “How about if we reverse the order of things a bit,” she said, gazing up him, all of him.
“In what way?”
“First I get some of that … then I have swimming lessons.” And to make sure he was just as hot as she was, she lay back on the blanket in a pose that told him she was ready. Her legs spread, her knees slightly raised and her breasts pointed and firm. But just to make sure he got her message, she met his gaze and in a deep, sultry and ultrasexy voice she said, “I want you inside me, Randolph.”
He came to her immediately. Covering her with his body, his sex immediately went after that part it wanted. With one forceful lunge he entered her to the hilt. Kissing her, devouring her mouth as his body began mating with hers at a frantic pace, he pumped back and forth into her with a frantic need. She moved against him, with him, taking all he was offering. Within seconds the both of them were overtaken with pleasure so strong it made them lose all manner of control.
Randolph couldn't think straight. The only thing he knew was that he wanted to feel the very essence of Jenna without anything between them. In a moment of madness, without thinking but reacting, he pulled completely out of her, snatched off the rubber, tossed it aside and reentered her in one smooth beat. The feel of her hot wetness on his sex was more profound than he could have ever imagined, and the male part of him that throbbed wanted to flood her with the thickness of his semen.
His animalistic roar vibrated the air at the same time Jenna screamed his name. His release into her was hot, plentiful. He wanted to pull out when he realized what he had done but it was too late. The climax they were sharing surpassed any they had shared before, and they knew in their hearts that their love would surpass any and all things. Happiness was theirs and they intended to savor each and every moment of it, now, today and forever.
 
As the following days flowed one into another, Randolph and Jenna's love for each other intensified. Their days were spent taking walks, talking, making future plans with their lives as well as discussing the present situation in Vietnam. They had heard on the radio that morning that Vietcong guerillas had launched an attack against a Tan Son Nhut air base, killing seven American soldiers and injuring a hundred and sixty others. Also, China had downed an American attack plane, killing everyone on board.
Randolph and Jenna didn't talk about where the war might be headed, nor did they speak of the possibility that she might be pregnant.
They refused to allow anything to invade their peaceful existence. They enjoyed waking up together in the mornings and going to sleep together at night. They shared a desperate need to fill their senses with each other and that is what they did. Unlike they thought it would, the sexual urgency to make love did not wear off with each passing day. If anything, it intensified, although they never lost control like they had that first day when Randolph had taken off the rubber. It was only on their last day at the cottage, after they had packed and were ready to leave, did he bring the incident up.
He pulled her into his arms after checking the house a final time to make sure no evidence of her being there with him was left behind. “If you're pregnant, Jenna, we get married, all right?”
She shook her head vehemently. “No. That would mean your having to quit school and possibly going to Vietnam.”
“I'll take that chance. I'll never have a child of mine born outside of wedlock. Ross and I made that promise to our father during our talk about the birds and the bees and it's a promise we intend to keep. Fuller men live up to their responsibilities no matter what they are and no matter the sacrifices that have to be made. I knew what I was doing, Jenna, and a part of me knew I was putting you at risk and for that I apologize, but I had to have you that way. I had to know how it felt to be a part of you, skin to skin with nothing betwee us.”
Jenna nodded, understanding completely. That was one of the reasons she intended to pay a visit to the doctor when she returned to school—to go on birth control pills. Leigh had shared with her that she was on them. Noah had taken her to a doctor across town. Telling the older man they were husband and wife, the physician hadn't asked to see the fake marriage license they had obtained. Instead he had given her an exam while Noah had waited in the outer office and afterward, the prescriptions for the pills. Leigh had been on them for over three months now and so far she had not experienced any side effects. And according to Leigh, her and Noah's love life was better than ever with the risk of pregnancy removed.
“More than likely I'm not pregnant. I'm supposed to start my period in a few weeks so chances are the timing was off,” Jenna said softly.
Randolph sighed, knowing he had to be more responsible where she was concerned. “It's going to be hard not sleeping with you every night, sweetheart. I can't wait until I finish school so we can get married.”
Jenna smiled as she looked up at him. “We
will
get married one day, won't we?” she asked. For some reason she needed assurance.
“Yes, just as soon as I finish law school. In my heart I feel as though we're already married—not legally but to me we're married in the sight of God and that's what counts. You are my wife, here,” he said, placing a hand over his heart.
“And you are my husband, here,” Jenna said, taking that same hand of his and putting it to her heart. “It doesn't matter who else knows it as long as the two of us know it.”
And then she opened her mouth to him when he leaned toward it, sweeping the insides with his tongue and spreading torrid sensations throughout her body. His kiss was slowly setting her on fire and as she felt his arousal pressing against her, she knew he was on fire as well. A part of her was tempted to tell him to miss the next ferry, and catch the one that would come at midday instead of early morning, but she knew she couldn't. They needed to leave so she could get back to school to call her family. Sunday would be the twins' birthday and she knew they would expect her to call to wish them a happy birthday.
Randolph pulled his mouth from hers, sighing and resting his fore-head against hers. “I love you, Jenna. No matter what, always remember that.”
“And I love you as well. Always remember that, too,” she countered, with the look of complete love glowing in her eyes.
And then he held her close, their hearts beating as one and thinking that the week they had spent together would be one they would always remember.
It was the tie that would always bind them together.

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