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She pushes back against me, and the warmth of her pussy permeates through my jeans, swelling my dick painfully and dragging a deep groan from my chest. She lowers her head and bites my neck while I use my hips to hold her weight, and with my now empty hands, I let them venture up to her tits and squeeze.
The neckline of her dress is too high to pull down without ripping, so I reach behind and run my hands along her back in search of a zipper, then when I find it, I yank it down.
Her bare breasts pop free, and hungrily, I swoop down and take one peaked nipple into my mouth. She cries out and squeezes her legs around me. I raise my hand to lightly knead the other while she bends low and bites along my neck. I thrill at the thought of her marking me. Of me marking her.
I switch nipples, taking the neglected one into my mouth, and lower my other hand to run it along the sweet, smooth skin of her thigh.
I slide my hand between us in search of her warmth, and when I find it, I grind my palm against her lace covered clit. She jumps in my arms and groans into my neck. “Ohhhh, Bobby.”
I love how responsive she is. I never imagined she’d be this hot, this eager. I never knew she’d want it as much as I do.
Fuck, I want to be in her now.
I peel her underwear aside, and our eyes meet. When she frantically nods her permission, I slide two fingers in and send her flying.
She’s so fucking tight, tighter than I expected.
Her juices run down my wrist, and my dick swells with the need to feel her. To taste her. To fill her.
I pump my hand and curl my fingers inside until she clamps down around them. She lifts her head to cry out, but I slam my mouth over hers to capture her screams, and almost come just from feeling her.
I can’t take it any longer, so I pull my hand from her panties, spin us around and walk toward my bedroom. I navigate the stairs easily, never so glad in my life for the profession I’ve chosen, and the body – and muscle – it’s given me.
I carry her toward my room at the end of the hallway, pushing her against the wall just beside my door, and latch my mouth to her nipple.
Her fingers thread through my hair to hold me in place, her grip on the pleasurable side of painful. My hips slam against hers without conscious permission. No more. I can’t wait any longer. Lifting my head, I carry her inside and drop us both onto my king size bed.
Finally, I have her beneath me.
I reach up to pull her dress the rest of the way down, exposing her soft abs and a shiny metal piercing, then that lacy underwear I begged to see, down long creamy legs and over her fuck-me shoes.
My fucking pleasure.
With panting breath, I stop to study her almost naked body.
She’s so perfect. So fucking perfect.
I look at her panties and follow the line of the lace across her lower abdomen, then I stop dead at a tiny tattoo peeking from beneath. My eyes snap to hers in curiosity.
I shakily reach out and slide her underwear lower. I’m dying to know what was so important that she inked it on her body. Only two inches tall, an inch wide, I stroke it gently and look up into her eyes.
“It’s my old team mascot. For track.”
I nod, kiss it, then continue running my hands up her stomach. I stop to flick my tongue over a silver belly piercing and tap my teeth on the dangling jewel. She’s just a hive of secret treasures. Tattoos. Belly bars.
My hands continue their explorations over to her ribs. Her skin’s so smooth, like touching warm silk. I lower my head and kiss just above her navel, across to her right ribs, run my tongue along each rib, and draw goosebumps to the surface until she shivers.
Smiling, I continue over to her left ribs, then repeat and lick her again. This time though, I catch the swirling line work of another tattoo. This is almost like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, but better. Every inch I uncover, I find treasures – sexy, beautiful treasures.
Lifting her body to expose her ribs, I discover some kind of bird stretching from her bra line right down to her hip, with a big swirly tail, and wings stretching toward her back.
Fuck if this doesn’t turn me on.
I never expected my sweet, shy Kit to have ink, but it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I lower her to the bed and push her shoulders to the mattress. Continuing to kiss my way up her torso, I worship her body the way a man should. I suckle the tip of her left nipple until she thrusts her hips up in search of friction.
Soon, baby.
