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I smile up at him, kissing the wide expanse of the palm of his big hand. I don't even have to ask him what he means. I know it in my heart.
The intensity of it all is so powerful that I feel practically dazed by it, and so —as usual— I try to make light of the situation. "You're not half so bad yourself, Mr. Money-Maker."
He laughs a little.
God, I love his laugh. There's nothing like it in the whole world. It's the equivalent of the finest chocolate warm enough to pleasurable sting me, raining down on me and washing away all my doubts in a shower of hot, fuzzy feelings.
Yes, the sound isthatincredible, and I'm not even going to go into details about how fucking panty-melting it is. I’m over-heated enough without focusing on analyzing each sensation. If I think too much about how hot he is, how strong, how hard, how much man he is, I’m going to end up climbing him like a tree, damn the stupid clueless cabbie and everyone else with him.
Devon’s lips come crashing down on mine one more time, and my brain turns completely off. Then I feel his thumb and forefinger pinching one of my aroused nipples through the silk of my dress, and my eyes roll back in my head.
I can’t believe I lied to myself for so long and so much about this.
Damn, how long till we reach his place?
CHAPTER8
Devon
Fuck, I thought this drive would never end. Or at least that it won’t end with Lynn and me still wearing all of our clothes, but amazingly enough, I was wrong.
I blink around me and see that we’re already in the foyer of my penthouse. I’m holding Lynn up against me with one arm, and her legs are around my hips.
So basically, we got out of the taxi, I paid the driver, walked her into my building, traversed the hall with her —must have even said ‘Hi’to my doorman at some point—, rode in my private elevator all the way up to my floor with her possibly wrapped all over me, and yet I have no memory of doing any of those things.
That’s how much she drives me crazy. That’s how much in love and in lust I am with her.
I have to have her. Now.
She is so tiny compared to me that I can keep her balanced one-handed, molding her lower body deliciously close to the raging hard-on about to bust the zipper of my trousers. I sweep my thumb over the door’s biometric lock sensor, and it swings open over my living space.
The second the door is closed and locked again, Lynn is pressed against it, and I’m on her, keeping her up by the pitch of my hips, kissing her like a madman, my cock driving up between her legs, grazing her sizzling, naked, wet pussy.
I push at her thighs. I'm so blinded by lust I can't even wait for us to reach my bedroom. "Spread them more, love. I've got to get closer."
She does as I ask, and one of my hands slides into the space she just created, wandering until it finds what I crave.
I reach her hot wetness, and my cock jerks painfully in response. Fuck I need to taste her. I need to fuck her. Can’t wait anymore.
I wanted to go nice and slow, but we can have romantic later; now I just need some kind of relief. I need to unload. My cock feels like I didn’t rub one out before leaving this place tonight, and no matter how pleasantly buzzed I am, it is certainly not affecting it in the slightest.
Honestly, at this point, I am not even sure it is the alcohol that's making me feel light-headed. It’s got to be her doing.
I take a step back and drop to my knees in front of her, my hands once more bunching up her dress till it’s gathered around her midriff, and for once, I don’t get distracted by the slopes of her curvy hips, something far more precious holds my complete attention. I’m finally looking at the treasure I could just imagine till this moment.
She’s got a small patch of dark, manicured short curls at the top, and right underneath, she is a vision of dusty pink utter perfection, not that I ever doubted it. She has the prettiest, most delicate pussy I’ve ever seen on a woman, and before I met her, I did see plenty, so I know what I'm talking about.
I wonder if her nipples are going to be the same lovely shade, but I’ve got to break this habit I’ve gained of fantasizing and wondering about her. I’ve got the real thing in front of me, and I’m about to fuck her, so it won’t be long before I find out.
Even with me kneeling down, she is not that much taller than me, so I can easily reach up with one hand and pull her down a little. l kiss her hard, plundering her mouth with everything I got, tasting her sweetness and grunting out her name as I gasp for air.
I push at the fabric of her dress until I hear it tearing and Lynn whimpering, then I move it down and away from her chest.
I don’t lose time removing her lacy, dark blue, strapless bra. I just push it down, eager to get my first glimpse of her breasts, and there they are.
Big, perky, snowy mounds topped by perfectly pink areolas and small nipples peaked with lust and want.
I feel my mouth water for a taste, and before I know it, I’m all over her, my lips sucking on one of the hardened buds, my tongue flicking it while my fingers trace and pluck the other, making my dick stand at attention even more, while my Lynn mewls in pleasure and whines my name.
