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And then she takes off her tank top.
Her tits bounce as they’re freed, and she tosses her shirt next to the sprayer.Fuck. They’re fucking beautiful, full, and decorated with dusty pink nipples. Better than I imagined.
I raise my gaze and see the hunger in hers, and it’s then I know that there’s no way in hell I’m going to fight her on this.
Chapter 10
Tegan Adams
I honestly don’t knowwhat I’m doing, but I do know one thing. He made the first move, and now I want more. I’m eager for it, in fact. He feels like playing with fire, like running a fingertip over a flame and betting on which pass will burn me.
Thrilling. Lovely. Wild. Dangerous. Even mesmerizing.
All the things I’ve never had. All things I want a taste of.
His eyes blaze as they take me in. I’ve never been shy about my weight, and by the hunger in his eyes, I know I have nothing to worry about. It’s just telling to how right I’ve been about the sneaking glances up and down my body. He finds me attractive, and that makes me feel powerful.
I step back in his direction as he flexes and unflexes his hands at his sides. I can tell that he’s fighting with himself on this, so I gently take his hand and flattenit on my stomach. He watches our joined hands as I raise his palm, skating it over my skin and raising goosebumps across my flesh. When I reach just under my breast, I release him and drop my hand, giving him a choice. Touch me, or walk away.
I don’t have to wait long for his choice to be made.
His palm stretches up, and he cups my right breast. The callouses on his hand are rough, and they feel amazing on my soft body. I make a little moan at the back of my throat when he squeezes, one particularly rough patch of skin rubbing against my pebbled nipple.
The goosebumps intensify, and electric sensations shoot from my breast and straight to my clit. For a moment, I close my eyes to the sensation, but then they fly open when his other arm wraps around my waist. He hoists me up, turns us around, and sets me on the top of the back of the couch.
Surprised, I grip the edge to keep from tipping over, but I don’t need to worry because his arm stays around me for a few seconds to make sure that I’m steady. When he’s satisfied that I won’t tip over the edge, he lets go, shucks his shirt, and tosses it aside. I take a second to gape at his muscles. I’ve seen his back, but I hadn’t had a chance to look at his front, and my god . . . Every single muscle is defined. Firm. Rippling with each subtle movement, even with each breath.
I have never, and I mean never, seen a body like this in person.
I’m a little shocked actually, that he only has one tattoo. Right over his heart, he has stitches etched across his flawless skin. It’s as if he wanted it to seem like someone had cut him open, reached in, touched his heart, and sewed him back up.
Under the stitches is a date. The first number belongsto this month and the second a few days ago, but I don’t get another second to read the year before he’s on me again.
He bends and captures a nipple in his mouth. I suck in a sharp breath as his tongue soothes the slight ache his callouses created. With almost an instinctual reaction, I arch my back into his face, giving him better access as he flicks and rolls his tongue across the tight bud. Each movement feels like goddamn heaven, and a moan starts at the back of my throat and works its way out of my parted lips.
His fingers touch just below my knee before they skate up, over, and above. I wait with anticipation as he toys with the hem of my shorts before his fingers dip inside. Everywhere he touches feels like the fire I draw him equivalent to.
My breathing picks up pace as he growls against my breast. He discovered that I’m not wearing any panties. As a reward, he brushes his fingers against the slit of my pussy, and I swear to god, I nearly fly off the back of the couch. Instead, I grip the edge tightly, my thighs coiled for what might come next.
When he pushes a finger inside me, I gasp. It’s been months since I’ve had sex, and even before then, my exes didn’t bother touching me like this. It was vanilla. Plain and always planned. A job and an itch to scratch. No one has taken their time with me. Learned me. Explored.
He crooks his finger and gently rubs a spot inside me that makes my nipples tighten even further and my lower abdomen clench. My hands fly off the couch and to his shoulders where I grip his muscles tightly.
Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he uses his thumb to apply pressure to my clit. My moan is deep as he starts drawing lazy circles across it, the rough patches of skin scraping against soft, slick flesh.
My clit. My G-spot. My nipple. My god, I’m not going to last very long.
Quivering.My thighs quiver around him, my toes curling as the fire that belongs solely to him builds in my lower abdomen.
“Oh god, please don’t stop.Please,” I beg in a breathy whisper.
He switches to my other breast, and I gasp. It takes a second for me to coil tightly, and I scream as I cum around his finger. His mouth captures my scream, but he rides the waves by continuing to circle my clit. And when I’m done and slumping forward, he nips my lower lip.
Fuck, that was intense. I can feel the sweat prick my pores and bead along my lower back.
My eyes are closed in complete and utter bliss, but when I hear the zipper of his jeans lowering, they slowly open again. I want to see every part of him.
He lowers his jeans and underwear at the same time, and when his cock is freed, I gulp.
