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Oriana’s eyes roam my chest and abs. Suddenly, I’m thrilled about the hours I’ve spent at the gym. Sometimes it seems like thankless work, but right now? Right now I’m ready to spend the rest of my damn lifting weights if it means she’s going to keep looking at me like this.
“You like what you see?” I ask her. It’s a stupid line, but I can’t help myself. Suddenly, I don’t want anything more than I want her hands on me.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, and then she touches me. Oriana reaches out and presses her palms against my chest. Then she moves her hands up and down, slowly exploring me. The sensation is so perfect it’s almost painful. She moves slowly, carefully. She takes her time, and I both love and hate it. Part of me wants to throw her down on the couch and make love to her until she goes crazy. Part of me never wants his moment to end because her hands feel so perfect on me.
I reach for her, placing my hands on her waist, and I pull Oriana close to me. She moans as her hips press against mine. Her hands are still on my chest.
“Let me touch you,” I whisper.
“Please,” she moans, kissing my neck.
Slowly, tenderly, I move my hands up her sides and to her full, round breasts. Carefully bouncing them in my hands, I start to massage her. I touch her, playing with her body, and she starts to grind against me.
Fuck.
Me.
Silly.
I refuse to come in my pants like some uncontrolled teenager, but she’s not making it easy on me. Maybe that’s one of the things I like about her. Oriana knows what she wants and she goes for it. She doesn’t take the easy route. She doesn’t take the simple path. She sees what she wants, and she goes for it, claiming it.
Claiming me.
She’s making me her own and I don’t even care. I don’t want to stop this feeling. I want her, all of her, and I want it now, tonight.
Dropping to my knees, I reach for her breasts and begin to lick and suck on them over her bra. She groans, fisting my hair, pulling me closer to her. She tastes just as sweet as I thought she would, and I reach around behind her, unhooking her bra. It falls to the floor, forgotten, and I get my first clear look of her heavy breasts and dark nipples.
I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my life.
Flicking my tongue out, I circle each nipple, tasting her. I nibble on her a little bit. This makes her moan. It makes me crazy. She’s fucking gorgeous, and she thrusts her breasts out further for me, offering them to me silently.
“Oriana,” I moan.
“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t you fucking stop, Dale.”
“I’ve wanted this since you walked through the doors of my bar,” I confess quietly, and she stills for a minute, but then she drops down to her knees, too, and she kisses me.
“I know,” she whispers. “I’ve wanted this, too.”
Then she grabs my hair and pulls me closer to her body. Instantly, I react to her. She wants me to worship her breasts? I’ll fucking worship them. Oriana smells like sunshine and rainbows and all that beautiful shit I never thought twice about. Now it’s all I can think about. She’s all I can think about, and I fucking want her.
I need her.
Gently, I start pushing her backwards until her legs hit the couch. Then she sits and leans back. She rests her head on the back of the couch and closes her eyes and I have full access to her body. And oh, a fucking beautiful body it is.
Oriana is curvy and lovely. Her skin is soft, and I can’t help myself as I lean forward and begin to lick her again. My tongue flicks across her stomach and up to her nipples, where I keep playing with her.
She starts to wiggle, and she reaches for me.
“Dale,” she whispers. “I’m going to fucking come just from this. Holy fucking dragons,” she tells me. “This is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Please,” she begs. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it, princess,” I tell her. “But let’s get you out of these jeans, why don’t we?”
I pull off her shoes and toss them aside. Then I undo the button at the top of her jeans. Oriana lifts her hips as I pull her pants down, revealing a thong that matches her bra. I look up at her and raise an eyebrow.
“Did you dress up tonight?” I ask her.
“It is New Year’s, after all,” she blushes.
