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I’m there in a flash, right next to him.
He starts off slowly, a finger tracing the buttons of my cardigan. “This is pretty.”
“Thanks, it was a gift from a friend.”
His fingers dance along my collarbone, and he drops soft kisses on my skin. I rake my fingers through his soft hair.
“Undo your buttons for me, sweetie.”
I obey, and hastily work the pearl buttons, all thumbs. He smiles as he watches me. As soon as I’m done, he pulls the cardigan over my shoulders and kisses them. His kiss feels amazing. I could get lost in this moment forever. It’s pure heaven.
He reaches for the hem of my camisole and pulls it up over my breasts. He’s feverish when he jerks my lace bra up, and takes my breast in his mouth. He bites my nipple softly. It’s so good, it’s almost painful. I’m breathless as I reach for his shirt. I pull it from the band of his pants. My hands explore the soft skin of his stomach. He’s ripped, and I long to lick every inch of him. I slither down, and that’s exactly what I do.
He groans loudly, and the next second, he jumps up like a jack-in-the-box. I’m left on the loveseat, aroused and disheveled.
“I’ll be right back.”
I pull myself together again, wondering what could be so urgent.
He’s back in a flash. “I just locked the door. We wouldn’t want Rosetta to walk in on us.”
Damn. This is about to get good. I grab a fistful of his shirt, and pull him down to me. He slides his face against mine, and his stubble scratches my skin just right. We engage in this dance for the longest time, almost kissing but not quite. I want his lips on mine. My mouth reaches for his.
“Uh-uh,” he says. “No kissing, remember.”
“Forget that,” I scoff. “I want to kiss you.”
He stares at my lips. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
We resume the dance. My insides melt as he teases me repeatedly, brushing his lips against mine, and then puling them away. He bites and licks the edges of my jaw, the curves of my collarbone. He’s driving me crazy.
Finally, our lips meet, and he eventually loses his resolve. My mouth opens eagerly for his, and our tongues finally collide. He’s an amazing kisser, just as I’d imagined. It feels a little strange to kiss another man, but it’s wonderful. I feel his kiss in every inch of my body.
Our hands wander and explore. He slips a hand under my skirt and strokes my ass. I desperately want him to go further, but he’s teasing again. I reach for his fly and undo it. I’m quick to wrap my hand around his erection. I steal a glance. He has a beautiful cock, and I want him inside me.
His fingers toy with the lace trim on my panties, teasing.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He slips a skilled finger in my panties and I go wild. He teases and I kind of want to hate him for being so cruel. “Take them off,” I plead.
“I can’t, baby,” he says. “Your rules, sweetie.”
I reach for the band of my panties. “Screw the agreement,” I scoff as I pull them down and slip them over my heels.
A mischievous grin stretches across his face as he watches me intently.
“Touch me,” I beg again. “Please.”
He slides a hand under my skirt. “Well, since you said please.”
He finally touches me the way I really want to be touched. He’s slow and teasing… and perfect. I get a little antsy and I wrap my hand over his. I take control. I need to get off.
His beautiful green eyes study me as I reach that peak, as I lose all control. His gaze never leaves me as I squirm and moan, as I slither and whimper.
