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With deft fingers he undid my blouse and then palmed my breasts through the white lace of my bra. His thumbs swept over my pebbled nipples, puckering them even more, making them tingle.
Another moan welled in my throat. He dragged his mouth from mine and his lips skimmed over my jaw and down my neck, nipping along the
way.
I was instantly restless and in desperate need of him. “Dane,” I pleaded.
His head dipped farther and his tongue flicked over my nipple, the lace creating extra friction.
“Oh, God.” My head fell back, my eyes closed as he lavished my breasts with fluttering licks, then deep suckling. I writhed beneath him, drowning in the smell of him, the feel of him. Losing myself in the erotic sensations burning through me.
He squeezed my breasts roughly, conveying urgency, impatience. A sharp moan fell from my lips. My fingers plowed through his messy hair. I felt his erection against my leg and I knew this wasn’t going to be slow and leisurely. It would be fevered and intense, like Friday night.
“You have a sensational body. I want to see all of it. All of you.”
He whisked off my blouse and bra. Shoved my skirt down my hips as I raised them. He tossed my clothes aside. I was sprawled on the gold satin quilt in nothing more than a white lace thong and high heels. Cool air blew over the newly exposed flesh and it was a welcome relief, because I was on fire. His fingers trailed along my skin, over my quivering belly, to the apex of my legs. Enticing me, exciting me.
His gaze held mine. His fingers skimmed over the lace.
“Dane.” I couldn’t seem to think beyond him. Beyond my need for him.
He stared at me in his smoldering way as I tried to catch my breath. His jaw clenched. I was held prisoner by his intensity, by the lust that rolled off him in waves.
And then he started stroking. A featherlight touch.
Our eyes remained locked as his fingertips gently massaged my folds, heightening the dull ache inside me. He pressed a little firmer, stroked a little faster. His lips tangled with mine again. Sexy little kisses that taunted the senses.
My other hand shifted from his back and pressed to the side of his neck, keeping his head bent, keeping him kissing me.
His fingers slipped behind my panties and he caressed masterfully. The skin-on-skin contact made my hips jerk. I was hypersensitive to his touch, so charged it was a wonder I didn’t vibrate from head to toe.
He rubbed my clit with just the right amount of pressure, gradually picking up the pace to match my choppy breaths.
My nipples tightened, begging for his attention again. My hips rolled of their own accord, silently demanding more. Lusty whimpers fell from my lips.
His mouth glided over my chin and down my throat, kissing, biting.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
He eased a finger inside my pussy.
Lightning seemed to zap my core.
“So tight,” he said in a strained voice that was sexy as hell. He worked in a second finger and pumped quickly, deeply.
My heavy lids fluttered closed once more. The heel of his hand massaged my clit as his fingers stroked almost forcefully. As though he needed to get me off. I felt his gaze on me as ecstasy crept around the periphery, enveloping me in its sultry embrace. I knew he watched me as my throaty moans turned erratic while he increased the sensual rhythm, pushing me right to the edge.
“Come for me,” he said, his tone low and husky.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” The tension mounted. A vibrant, blazing sensation swelled to a boiling point. Then erupted. “Dane!” I cried out as the orgasm flashed through me, powerful and pulsating. “Oh, Christ!” Everything ignited within me. He kept stroking as my inner walls contracted around his fingers, clenching and releasing while I rode out the climax.
“Oh, shit. Dane.” I really didn’t have a clever thought in my brain—it was filled with him. “Fuck me. Please. Now.” I couldn’t stand another second of not having him inside me. I had to feel him filling and stretching me. Needed him to pump into me and make me come again.
He slipped away and knelt on the floor. His fingers hooked in the thin strands of my thong and he tugged. I lifted my hips so he could drag the material down to my ankles. He freed me of the panties and they went the way of the rest of my outfit.
A flicker of wicked intent in his emerald eyes made my clit tingle. His head lowered and he nipped at my inner thigh. The tingle deepened, becoming a dark, greedy sensation.
