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I lifted my arms from his shoulders and let the bra fall away.
He gently palmed them in his hands, and little mewling sounds escaped my lips, as I rubbed my hips against his. I felt his hardness pressing against me, and knew he was more than ready, but he insisted on taking it slow.
“Olivia,” he warned, placing a kiss on my lips.
“I want you,” I pleaded.
“I know,” he whispered. “I want you too.”
“Then, please-”
“Not yet,” he repeated.
What was he waiting for? Did he want me to come in my pants? If that was the case, I was pretty close.
He gripped my hips and pushed me off so that I was standing in front of him once more.
I cried out in protest, but he stood, and silenced the noises I was making with another kiss.
He pulled his lips away and dropped to his knees. With a quick flick of his fingers, the button of my jeans popped, and he slid the zipper down slowly. He gazed up at me and placed a kiss on my stomach, then removed my jeans, kissing each part of my legs the fabric exposed.
He helped me step out of them but left my panties on.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured into the darkened room.
I had felt like a plain Jane before I met Trace, but he made me see that I was beautiful.
When I was sure that he was only going to look up at me, and go no further, he made his move.
He was still on his knees and grasped me around the hips, pulling me up until my legs were over his shoulders.
Somehow, I ended up with my back against the wall, as he pushed my panties to the side and closed his mouth over my aching center.
I cried out, grabbing at his hair.
“Trace,” I pleaded for no reason.
The sensations running through my body were more intense than the first time with Trace. Could it get better each time? It didn’t seem possible, but this was definitely better.
His tongue lapped at me and I held a hand over my mouth to quiet my cries.
His tongue flicked back and forth against my clit.
“I’m coming,” I gasped breathlessly. I closed my eyes and my body shook. My hands grappled for anything to hold onto.
When I opened my eyes, I found that I was on the bed, with no clue how I got there. I really hoped I hadn’t passed out. That would be embarrassing.
I heard Trace opening the drawer on his night table along with the ripping sound of a foil packet.
My body tightened in anticipation.
“Ready?” he hovered above me and I felt him at my entrance. If I raised my hips just a little…
“Yes,” I gasped. I was more than ready.
He kissed me and lifted my hips, sliding all the way in, in one hard thrust.
I cried out and he stilled. “Did I hurt you?” Worry filled his eyes.
