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Then it was all about clothes flying, and seeing if the track pants fulfilled what they had suggested.
Fuck.
They did.
They really, really did.
I swallowed and licked my lips before he kissed me again, the length of his body pressed against mine. He kissed my mouth, my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder.
My blood turned to fire. It burned so hot I wondered how we didn't set his cotton sheets on fire.
His hands and mouth wandered over every centimetre of my body. He licked and sucked each of my nipples in turn, drawing them between his lips and teasing them with his tongue. He kissed the undersides of my breasts and all around them, lingering to give attention to my chest, right above my heart.
He moved back up to kiss my mouth. He tasted like coffee and something uniquely Bam. Whatever it was, I couldn't get enough of it.
I wanted to learn every little bit of him, to commit it to memory. The light sprinkling of hair on his chest, the muscles which roped together from head to toe. The scars which dotted his skin here and there. Scraped knees, a divot across his forehead. He had one down his shoulder that almost reached his back, long but shallow, like it happened a long time ago.
Then there were the tattoos. I lost count of those after several.
A full sleeve took up one arm. Another was inked almost all the way down the other. On his shoulder, opposite the scar, was the Rapids' logo—a fish in white water.
Skulls, wolves, foxes, even a tiny fairy of some kind, were inked wherever my eyes could feast. No naked women, I noticed.
None right now but me.
"Your skin is so smooth," he marvelled. "So perfect." He traced an outline around the daisy tattoo on my left shoulder. That was my only one.
His hand slid lower, over my thigh and between my legs. Gently, he parted them, before ghosting his fingers over my pussy.
I shivered from that light touch.
"You like that?" he whispered.
"Mmmhmm." That was as eloquent as I could manage right now.
"Good." He pulled away long enough to pick something up out of a drawer in the table beside his bed. A long, black feather.
My eyes widened.
He grinned and started to swipe the feather down my cheek and over my chest. Once again, he lingered over my heart, swishing back and forth before moving down to my nipples. I trembled as he teased my already sensitive peaks with the barest of touches.
"If you're trying to drive me crazy, you're succeeding," I scolded half-heartedly.
"Not crazy, gorgeous Grace, just turned on as fuck." He grinned.
"You're doing that too."
I ran the tips of my nails down his chest, over his stomach and down to his cock. I raked them over him gently before curling my hand around this thick, hard length.
He full-body shivered. "Fucking hell, girl, if your hand feels that good, I can't wait to be balls deep inside you." He thrust into my hand a couple of times, while continuing to tease my nipples with the feather.
"I can't wait either." I gripped him tighter and worked my hand up and down him, from his balls to his weeping head.
"If you keep that up, you're gonna get a handful." He tossed the feather aside and slowly slid his cock out of my grip.
He shuffled down the bed and knelt between my knees. Eyes on mine, he ran the tip of his tongue all the way up my pussy.
"Holy…" I squeezed my eyes shut to keep from coming already.
