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“No.” He tugs my jeans over my feet and tosses them on the floor, then removes my socks.
“I feel as if I’ve won the lottery,” I tell him, “and I only have you for one night. If I had a man like you forever, I’d never let you out of my bed.”
He moves back up the bed to lean over me and looks as if he’s about to say something, but thinks better of it. Instead, he looks down at my breasts, still covered by my cream sweater. He gives me a mischievous look. Then he takes the bottom of the sweater in his hands. “Arms up.” I raise them above my head, and he lifts the hem of the sweater up over my head and halfway up my arms.
Then he stops. The main part of the sweater is still covering my head, so I can’t see him. I feel his fingers push the sweater up just enough to reveal my lips. Then he lowers on top of me, lying between my legs, and kisses me hungrily, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
“Mmph…” I draw my knees up, shuddering at the feel of his erection pressing against my mound, but unable to move because of his weight on top of me, and the fact that my arms are imprisoned in the sweater.
Ooh, he’s deliciously heavy, and he smells amazing, of some kind of sexy cologne that makes my pheromones all perky and attentive. He rocks his hips, grinding the root of his erection, right against my clit, sending shocks as fast as a Japanese bullet train to my nipples and mouth, and making me clench deep inside.
His kisses are amazing, causing sparks to fly through my body, and I’d have been happy for him to go on forever. But eventually he lifts his head, and then I feel him press his lips down my neck.
I raise my arms, intending to remove the sweater, but he lifts a hand to press them back. “Lie still,” he instructs.
My pulse is racing now. I do as he says and try not to squirm as he kisses down my neck. I’m wearing a lacy cream push-up bra, not because I need it as I’m a C cup, but because I like the cleavage it gives me. He pauses for a moment, and I think he’s admiring my breasts. Oh jeez.
He shifts on the bed, and I feel his lips brush the curve of my left breast above the cup. He kisses across it, then dips his tongue into my cleavage before continuing across to the right breast.
I’m breathing fast now, my chest rising and falling. Part of me expects him to stop and tell me to calm down, but he doesn’t. Instead, I feel him take the lace of the left cup, pull it down, and tuck it under my breast. His hot breath whispers across the sensitive skin of my nipple before he covers it with his mouth and sucks.
Holy shit… oh my God… I groan and arch my back as he does the same to the other breast, tucking the bra cup beneath it, then sucking on the nipple, gently at first, then more firmly. He does it a few times, then blows across them, and they tighten until it’s almost painful.
Sliding a hand under my back, he finds the catch of my bra and squeezes the two sides together. Amazingly, it comes undone, and he pushes the entire garment up, then cups a breast in his hand and sucks the nipple again. He continues doing that for a while, going from one breast to the other, until I’m filled with a desperate ache, and throbbing between my legs.
He lifts his head, moves up and lies on me again, and kisses me. “Stop wriggling,” he scolds.
“I can’t help it.” I tilt my hips up and groan as he matches the movement, stroking against me rightthere. “You’re making me ache.”
“Aw. Poor Alice.” He nips my bottom lip with his teeth.
“You didn’t tell me you were a sadist.”
“Torturing you is fun, it’s true.”
“Kip…”
“Relax. I’m going to make you come with my mouth now.”
“I thought the first time you’d… wait, what?”
“Just relax.”
“After a revelation like that? God, you’re so confident. I don’t know whether that’s sexy or arrogant.”
“Let me put it like this. Do your best not to come.” He removes the sweater, and I look up into his eyes, which are full of amusement.
“Challenge accepted,” I tell him, and he grins.
He draws the straps of my bra down my arms and drops it over the side of the bed. Then he pauses. “Can you take your hair down?”
For some reason, despite everything he’s doing, that’s such a sexy thing to say that I feel my face flush. I lift my hands to the bun, pull out the couple of Bobby Pins holding the stray hairs, remove the elastics, and let my hair unfurl.
He slides his fingers into it. “It’s so silky.” He blows out a breath. “Fuck, that makes me so hard.” Muttering something else, he moves down the bed until he’s kneeling between my thighs.
He tucks his fingers in the elastic of my underwear, moves it down, and lifts my legs so he can remove it. Pushing my knees apart, he lowers onto the mattress. He glances up at me. “Remember, try not to come.” Then he dips his head and brushes his tongue right the way up through my folds.
“Ohhh…” Immediately I know I’m in trouble. His mouth is warm, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. He starts by teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, alternating that with long licks up my core. Although he doesn’t slide his fingers inside me, they do join in with the fun, stroking and sliding through my sensitive folds.
