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I knock on 2B. I hear the deadbolt slide back and then...
Oh Lordy.
Carla is standing there in a black teddy with only a shelf bra serving as the cups, leaving her delicious nipples exposed to the air.
I stare and thank God almighty, she just stands there and lets me. I’m not sure I can tear my eyes away long enough to keep from walking into a wall. The pink tits are cute and begging for my tongue and my fingertips and my teeth and…
“I have no idea how to cook,” she finally says, and I’ll admit, I only hear her in some distant part of my mind. Like, I hear her, but didn’t really hear her, if you know what I mean. “I thought I’d let you eat me out for dinner instead.”
She turns away from the front door and walks a few steps away from me, which is when I realize that the teddy is actually a thong in back.
Fuck yes.
I spring through the door and slam it behind me.
Oh yes siree bob.
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Carla
I take his hand and, without saying a word more, lead him toward my living room. We step inside and he wastes no time; closing the distance between us, he places his hands on my hips and pushes me back until my legs are against the edge of the bed. I fall on the mattress, looking expectantly as he loosens his tie and climbs on top of the bed.
“C’mere,” I whisper, grabbing his tie and pulling him into me. He crushes his mouth against mine, his hands finding their way to my waist. I close my eyes as we kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as he explores my body.
Remembering how I missed the chance of seeing his naked body last time, I take both my hands to the collar of his shirt, decided to undress him as soon as possible. I undo the knot on his tie and pull it out, throwing it to the side; then, I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers moving from button to button at a hurried pace. The moment I feel the hem of his pants, I untuck his open shirt and push it down his arms.
My eyes widen as I open them up, taking in the sight of Chase’s naked chest. His pectorals look like they were designed to bench press the Empire State Building, and his abs are eight perfect squares of raw muscle separated by deep lines carved straight into his flesh. Christ, I didn’t know cowboys were this ripped! But, then again, Chase isn’t just a cowboy, is he? He’s so much more than a simple label.
“Like what you see, uh?” he asks me, noticing the look of surprise (or lust) in my eyes.
“I do… I like it a lot,” I tell him, craning my neck and pressing my mouth on his naked skin. Moving fast, he tangles his fingers in my hair and then yanks, forcing me throw my head back.
“My turn,” he grins, and places his free hand on my right shoulder. He pushes the strap of my dress down my arm, baring the cup of my black lace bra, and then does the same on my other shoulder. I start breathing hard as, now using both hands, he tugs on my dress until it’s all bunched up around my waist. But he doesn’t stop there; kneeling on the mattress, he grabs at the fabric of my dress and pulls it down my legs. Once he’s done, he just throws it to the side, a flicker of something dark and vicious in his eyes as he takes in the sight of my half-naked body.
“Guess you like what you see too…” I whisper, smiling as I notice his eyes roaming down from my cleavage to my flat stomach ... and then further down.
“I do. And I want to do more than just look,” he shoots back, leaning into me. His lips find their way into mine once more, and we kiss in complete abandonment. I feel the naked skin of his chest against mine, and it feels so amazing it almost hurts; thank God the last time we were together wasn’t the last one.
“So, it’s time for dinner,” he whispers, pulling back from me and looking into my eyes. I still can’t believe I asked him if he didn’t mind eating me out, but now he’s going through with it. His lips go down to my neck, and then he takes them to the valley between my tits. Sliding one hand between my body and the mattress, he finds the clasp of my bra and pulls it free. I moan slightly as I feel the cups drooping over my tits, my nipples hardening as the fabric becomes loose.
Yanking on it, Chase just pulls the bra out and throws it off the bed. Using both of his hands, he squeezes my breasts eagerly, my flesh molding to his fingers as he does it. “I can’t believe I didn’t taste your tits last time,” he tells me with a grin, pinching my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. I arch my back and let out another moan, the pressure he’s applying on my nipple sending a message of pain straight to my brain, except, by the time it gets there, it has already turned into raw pleasure. Chase really knows his way around a woman’s body; that much is for sure.
“Well, I’m right here, cowboy,” I tease him, biting on my lower lip and looking into his eyes. He doesn’t reply; he just leans into me with parted lips, and wraps them around the nipple he was pinching. He sucks it inside his mouth, using his tongue to lap it, and I become so wet that having my thong suddenly becomes uncomfortable.
Reading my mind, Chase takes one hand and flattens it between my thighs, his palm pressed tight against the fabric of my drenched thong. Pressing and rubbing, he works my pussy until I’m lifting my hips from the mattress, swaying them from side to side as electric sparks fly from my pussy and travel up my spine.
Finally letting go of my nipples, he starts kissing me in a downward line, going over my stomach. But, when he gets to the patch of skin where an un-tanned line shows, he stops. He lifts his head, looks up at me with a sly grin, and then goes to his knees.
He reaches for the abandoned tie on the side of the mattress and, taking it in his hands, he straightens it out.
“Your hands,” he tells me, and the tone in his voice leaves no room for disobedience. He wants my hands, and he shall have it. I extend them toward him, wrist on wrist, but he shakes his head. “No, behind your back,” he orders me, kneeling by my side. Rolling to the side, my back turned to him, I place my hands together right over my ass.
“That’s it,” he grins, lacing my wrists with his tie and tying them in place. I test his knot, trying to break free, but it’s useless; I’m not going anywhere unless he unties me. He rolls to my back then, my hands under my body, and he starts kissing the skin between my tits once more. He brushes his lips down my naked skin, and he only stops when his white teeth are touching the fabric of my thong. Pulling on it with his teeth, he slides it down my legs and takes it
off. With his eyes locked on mine, he grabs the thong and takes it to his face; pressing it against his mouth, he takes a deep breath and then flashes me his rugged cowboy smile.
“Dinner smells delicious,” he tells me, positioning himself between my legs and lying on his stomach. He starts by kissing my inner thighs, but this time he doesn’t fool around; he goes straight for the kill. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he nibbles at it softly, tracing the contour of my aching pussy with his index finger.
