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Which is dangerous thinking, but I don’t get the chance to get caught up in it, not when he’s reaching for the band of my sports bra and stretching it enough to pull it off?—
Or pull it up.
Stopping the moment my boobs pop free, leaving the band bunched beneath my arms.
But I don’t care.
Not when he’s cupping my breasts, massaging my flesh, rolling the hard buds of my nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
“God,” I whisper, dropping my head back. “That’s good.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs, head dropping, lips sealing around one taut nipple, sucking deeply.
“Oh!” I gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, holding him to me.
And he stays, sucking the sensitive bud deeply into his mouth, and doing it for long enough to make my head spin, for sweat to gather behind my knees, in the crooks of my arms, for moisture to slicken my pussy, making it ache in emptiness.
That persistent pang has me reaching for him, slipping my hand into the waistband of his sweats, and?—
“Oh,” I whisper as I wrap my hand around the hard length of him. “God, I’ve missed this.”
A chuckle around my nipple that has me shivering, has my hand tensing.
And him groaning.
I flex my fingers again. “I want you in my mouth, baby.”
Teeth in my flesh, a groan against my skin, and I know he’s warning me to behave, to lie back and let him pleasure me.
But…I’ve done enough lying back, enough waiting around.
I stroke him hard once, twice, enough to get him off-balance, to distract him from my breasts…
And then I pounce.
Twenty-Five
Stefan
One second, I’m tasting her.
The next, I’m losing my mind.
Her tits bounce as she pushes me back, sending me toppling to the mattress as she clambers on top of me.
Then she’s gripping the edge of her bra, yanking it up and over her head, tossing it to the side.
All the right parts jiggle and I’m focused on that, so focused on her pinkened skin, the hard buds of her nipples, the urge to cup her breasts in my hands again that when she reaches for the waistband of my sweats and starts to yank them down, I don’t immediately fight her.
Just lift my hips and help her shove them out of the way, all the better to get my dick free.
And then it’s popping out, springing toward her hands like it’s begging for her touch, for her mouth.
And, hell, who the fuck am I kidding?
It is begging for her touch, for the slickness of her mouth, for?—
“Oh God,” I groan, fisting the bedspread, trying to resist the urge to grab her head and force her to take my cock into her mouth.
