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“Ahead? Ahead of what? That’s the dumbest thing…I own your soul! I demand that you kiss me, you…you sexy wall of…of muscles and nipples.”
“Christ.”
Tay grips the back of my neck and tugs me into him. He kisses me like I’m better than all the cakes that need to be licked in the entire world. He growls into my mouth, and I growl back. We’re like a pack of angry wolves, tearing each other’s faces apart nicely. At least it’s nice until Taylen scrapes his teeth over my lip and sucks it into his mouth. I see red at that point and start doing something—I’m pretty sure it’s dry humping his leg—but I feel like I’m falling into a black abyss of amazement and wonder, so I can’t be certain.
Okay, yes, I’m definitely dry humping his leg.
“I want you to touch me,” I whimper as I pull back. I want to taste him. Everywhere. All over. Not just his mouth, even though his mouth is fantastic.
I drop my head and kiss along his smooth jawline, tasting the spice of his aftershave. It’s kind of all chemical and nasty, but then I get to his neck, where it’s all him. Just his soft, smooth, and manly skin. I taste his shoulder, collarbones, pecs, and nipple. When I flick my tongue over it, Taylen jerks against me like we’re at the beach, and a crab just pinched his butt.
His hand tugs at my hair, but he’s not trying to rip my head away. I think it was just a knee-jerk reaction, and my god does the burn in my scalp feel ever so amazing. So does that bulge of his, which I wish wasn’t still throbbing against my stomach. It’s nice there, but I can think of a thousand better places for it.
My panties are soaked, my jeans are soaked, and all of me feels soaked, drenched in a glow of desire that makes me feel like I’m going to explode because it’s unfamiliar and heady. I never want it to freaking end, even though if it didn’t, I’m pretty sure my lady bits would all implode because who could live with this amount of pleasure every single moment and not turn into some sort of spontaneous black hole device?
“Tay, touch me…” I rasp again since he seems to be frozen.
Maybe he’s scared, so I reach up, untangle his hand from my hair, and place it directly on my breast. He jerks like the hypothetical crab got more than a pinch of him this time.
“Christ,” he groans again. “Jesus, Elodie…”
I arch into his chest, though the effect is kind of spoiled by my sweater and bra. I want him to touch me, I want his fingertips and tongue on my skin, and I want his mouth suckling my nipple into his mouth until I scream. I’m too hot, and it’s like a thousand degrees in here. Must. Shed. Clothing.
I rip my sweater off, yank it over my head, and toss it aside. It hits the table with the scratch tickets, scattering them all over the place. I have a mental image of me getting pushed onto that table, sending tickets flying, Tay spreading my legs, baring me to him, and…
I have to cut that thought off, or I’m going to combust on the spot, which would totally ruin the floor and probably catch a good portion of all this wonderful vintage furniture on fire, so nope. That’s not an option.
“Oh. My. God.” Taylen says it like it’s a bad thing.
My parents would be shocked at the amount of blasphemy that came out of his mouth in the past three minutes, but oh my god, why am I thinking about my parents at this time? Eww, gross, no.
He’s staring at my black lace bra. Or, more accurately, at my breasts, which are overflowing the cups. Yeah, this is my sexy bra. I put it on this morning without even thinking. How lucky.
I reach behind my back and undo the clasp, letting it slide down my arms to the floor. We’re both frozen, then Taylen’s mouth drops in hilarious slow motion. When I palm my breast, rolling my thumb and index finger over my peaked nipple, his jaw literally cracks.
I arch into my hand, enjoying my touch. I’ve never done this before, not with my breasts. But with other things, yes. I feel like if I let my hand wander down between my legs right now, all I would need to do is brush against my clit, and I’d come.
Taylen finally moves, and when he does, he’s all smooth, effortless skill. His hand cups my breast, encircling mine. He brushes it away gently, then he drops his head, and oh my fiery pineapples. His mouth is like walking through the gates of a previously undiscovered amusement park of pleasure, and his tongue is like riding a super wild rollercoaster or getting on one of those rides that turn upside down and spin around.
