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He steps back again, this time taking my shirt with him. So smoothly, I barely register that the garment of clothing is gone until I feel air on my skin. He walks forward and kisses my lips quickly, before sliding his mouth down my neck to nibble my collarbone.
I moan and slide my hands over his hard chest to wrap my arms around his neck. His stiff length presses into my belly, and I lose the ability to think.
Skillfully, he removes the rest of my clothes. Then he steps back, still wearing his low jeans. His eyes rake over my body, and I shiver beneath his gaze. The intensity of his expression unnerves me, and I almost cross my arms over my breasts.
“Don’t,” he whispers. “Let me look at you.”
How can I refuse him? His expression is so reverent. So for a long moment, I let him look. I’m not uncomfortable with my body. I’ve long ago accepted that I’m short and maybe carry just a little more weight than I’d like. I’ve long resigned myself to not looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. Men appreciate confidence in a woman, so I try to look even more confident than I feel.
His gaze is dark, hungry. I feel myself grow wetter under his scrutiny.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he says, and then there isn’t an inch between us. Maybe it’s something he’s said to girls before. Perhaps it doesn’t mean anything. But damn, if I don’t suddenly feel like the most beautiful woman in the world in that moment.
With one hand, he grips my ass and pulls me against his hard length. His other hand slides up my side to cup my breast. While overwhelming me with his skillful tongue, his talented fingers tease my nipple, sending a sharp spark of need directly between my legs.
I moan against his lips and find myself trying to climb him.
A low chuckle escapes him—pleased, not mocking. “Easy now,” he says against my lips. Then he picks me up and lays me down on the bed. I scoot back a foot to give him room, and then I watch, riveted, as he pulls off his jeans. His underwear follows, and his cock springs free.
I’d been able to feel he was well endowed but seeing the fullness of his desire, seeing the evidence of how much this sexy man wants me, I want to spring from the bed and pounce on him like a cat in heat. I swear to God if he plans on making me wait…
But he doesn’t. He seems to want me as urgently as I want him. After pulling a condom from his wallet, he tosses it back on his pants. Then he settles between my legs, his large body covering my much smaller one making me feel almost delicate. His lips brush mine and he reaches between us to tease my clit.
At the first touch, I buck beneath him. Already so sensitized, I knew he was going to make me come unbearably, embarrassingly quickly. But instead of giving me just a few more seconds with those long, skillful fingers, his hand leaves my mound to caress my breasts again. Then he kisses his way down my neck to nibble at my right breast. He takes my nipple into his mouth, and a long moan escapes me.
Need rushes to my belly. I have to come, now. I writhe against him, but he is all about slow, teasing exploration. He leaves my breast and nibbles his way down my stomach before biting my hip bone hard enough to make me gasp.
I probably should be returning the favor. Should be kissing and nipping my way down that hard chest. Taking that long, thick, perfect fucking cock in my mouth. But fighting the need inside of me, the desire he fuels with every touch, is impossible.
Then he nuzzles my mound, and finally, I still. My legs tighten around him, almost of their own will.
“Easy, honey. You’re safe with me. Let me love you.”
I don’t respond well to orders. I just don’t. Yet his gentle, sensual, command had my legs relaxing. Opening for him.
“Good girl,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
He teases my clit with his tongue, over and over again. Driving me insane. I scratch at his shoulders, knowing I’m probably going to be leaving a mark, but not caring. Taking my hand, he finally takes my clit into his mouth. And then he slides one of his thick, callused fingers inside of me.
A quiet scream escapes me as the orgasm rolls through my entire body. I feel myself clenching around his finger. He continues to work me with his mouth, wringing every second of my orgasm out with relentless motions of his tongue. As the last of my shudders fade, he slides over me again. He kisses me again, this time hard, punishingly. I’m not the only one who’s lost control.
A protest escapes my lips when he moves away for a moment, standing on his knees on the bed. He covers my body again, then with a smooth motion, he slides his cock into my aching entrance. My body offers little resistance despite his size. He’s prepared me to take him.
Even so, he grunts with the effort to push the last inch of himself inside. And I can feel my need growing again.
“So fucking tight,” he says, words sounding more like a curse from his lip that a compliment. He slides back out just a couple of inches as if he is unwilling to leave my body entirely. And then he thrusts forward, taking me fully.
The overwhelming feeling of fullness almost pushes me over the edge again. Have I ever felt anything so wonderful in my life? I realize that the condom he pulled out has been forgotten. But we’ll be safe, won’t we? I try to do the mental math from my last period, but before long I can’t think as he starts to move inside me.
Painfully slowly, he begins to fuck me. Hips pulling and thrusting with an gentle force that makes me dig my nails into his ass and meet him thrust for thrust, urging him on.
“Fuck,” he groans beside my ear. He begins to move more quickly. Sliding in and out of me. Pushing my body closer to sweet release with every thrust. Greedily, I meet his every movement. He kisses me again, devouring me with the thrust of his tongue. Our bodies collide, moving as one. His hand slips between us and he flicks my clit.
The orgasm crashes into me, unexpected and almost violent. I cry out, and I hear him grunt in answer. His thrusts become erratic, and then he’s pushing into me, as fast and hard as he can, lost in his own pleasure even as I float in mine. With a low guttural sound, he stiffens, spilling, then still.
He rolls over and pulls me against him. I fall asleep with my head on his chest.
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