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What’s he doing?
“Such a pretty bottom,” he says, and then he slides my panties down. This time, he doesn’t tell me to step out of them, and I don’t. I just stand perfectly still as he rubs his hands up and down my thighs and over my ass. Then I feel him kissing me tenderly, softly, gently.
He slides his hands up my thighs again and this time, he rubs his hand between my legs. I spread them just a little so he has more space, and I close my eyes as he teases me. He runs his fingers over me, dipping them inside of me, filling me.
r /> And it’s all so much to bear.
I know perfectly well that I’m soaked.
Like, I’m so far beyond soaked that I don’t even know what’s going on.
“I think you like this, Finley,” he murmurs.
“I do.”
“I can tell. You’re so wet.”
Then he spins me around and suddenly, his mouth is on my pussy and he’s licking me like he was made to do this. He tastes me and teases me and presses his lips on me over and over. The orgasm that washes over me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming.
How the hell is he working his magic on me like this?
And more importantly: how come I’ve never felt anything like this before?
I close my eyes and just let the pleasure wash over me. Just as the orgasm ends, he lifts me to the bed and climbs over me. I’m lying there on my back and he moves carefully kissing up my body: my hips, my belly, my breasts. When he reaches my mouth, he starts kissing me over and over, dominating me, taking care of me.
And then he’s at my entrance.
He pauses there, looking at me.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, suddenly nervous, and I appreciate what he’s doing so very much.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “I’m clean.”
“Me too,” he says, but he still waits, silently questioning whether this is something I’m comfortable with, and I nod.
“Please,” I say.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, please,” I whisper, flushing with excitement and embarrassment and arousal. I’ve never been quite this open with a guy before. I’ve never been quite so blunt as to just say what I want, but it feels pretty damn good. It feels freeing to just be able to tell him what I need, and to know that he’s not going to judge me for what I’m saying or asking for.
He thrusts inside of me, filling me up, and I close my eyes.
Fuck.
Me.
Silly.
I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve been with someone, but what he’s doing feels more wonderful than anything else I’ve ever really experienced. He makes love to me like he truly understands, like he’s somehow already a master of my body, and I reach for him, pulling him closer.
He kisses me as he thrusts in and out of my body, touching me as he makes love to me here in the middle of the guest room bed.
I never really expected Neil Coleman, of all people, to walk back into my life.
I definitely never expected to have him fucking me bareback in my damn house.
Somehow, all of my expectations seem to be unnecessary when it comes to Neil, and yet he exceeds every single one.
