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“Still.” I exhale slowly. “That’s just… I hate that.”
“Because you have a soft heart.”
“INFJ Advocate here,” I say, in an exaggerated, Valley Girl voice.
Instead of chuckling like I think he will, Barrett leans over and brushes his lips across my forehead, then surprises me by wrapping an arm around me, pulling me back against him so I’m stopped there in the woods. His mouth finds my neck. He kisses up behind my ear, making me shiver as I latch onto his arm, around my waist.
He kisses my throat until my knees are shaking and I feel all warm and needy. Then he comes around in front of me and takes my face in his hands.
“They liked you, like I told you they would.”
His lips meet mine for a soft kiss.
His big hands stroke my hair out of my face. His gaze holds mine. I can feel him wanting to say something…but he doesn’t. Barrett just keeps kissing me until I’m clinging to him, and he picks me up and carries me to my door, to my room, and to the bed. There, he pulls my leggings down, spreads me gently, and feasts like I’m a succulent dessert and he’s starving.
When I come around again and open my eyes, I find Barrett’s are dark with lust, his long cock tenting his jeans.
Holy hell, I want him.
I lower my legs, so they’re hugging his sides, and stroke my hands up his triceps. “Come here,” I murmur. He crawls up my thighs, straddling me… stroking my hips and looking down on me with lust-dazed eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps.
“You are…” I sit up a little, going for his fly. Barrett watches, hooking his thumbs at the waist of his pants; then, as I unzip the jeans, he shuts his eyes and drags his hand down, cupping his bulge.
“That’s so hot,” I whisper, working his jeans down his hips, so I can see the outline of him through his navy boxer briefs. I stroke him through the cotton. Barrett groans. I slide my palm up the inside of his thigh, stroking his warm skin, then delving into the leg of the briefs so I can cup his balls.
His hips jerk. “Gwen…”
His big hand covers my head. The sounds he makes as I peel the boxer-briefs down and catch his head in my mouth are raw enough to make me throb.
I lick him a few times, all around the rim of him and underneath his head. I run a hand along his shaft, and his eyes open.
“I need you.”
I rise up and kiss his mouth hard. “Me too,” I murmur.
I spread my legs and Barrett lowers himself over me. “God…the way that looks,” I murmur as he lines up at my center. He runs his fingers up and down my slit, then brings them to his mouth, shutting his eyes as he sucks.
With his head pressed against my slickness, he rolls his hips. I lift my own to meet him. With his eyes on mine, he thrusts in. I grunt, and then moan as he fills me. He strokes my arm as he pulls out, then exhales, pushes in.
“So good… Oh, Gwen…”
I feel him swell as he picks up the pace. I love watching his gorgeous features grow so tight and strained. He swells some more inside me, and I widen my legs. Barrett reaches down and strokes my pussy, holds himself still. I look into his heavy-lidded eyes.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight.” His eyelids sag shut as his fingers work my clit. I pant, lifting my hips.
I look up to see him watching my face.
“Gwen.”
“I love this.”
That’s the last thing he says before I clench around him and he comes undone. He sinks down on me; we roll onto our sides, facing one another, kissing until I laugh, and he groans.
“I don’t want to leave.” It takes me a moment to realize the tip of him is still inside me. He slides out, leaving me swollen and sore.
“I could go all day like that.” My voice is husky, and I’m smiling slightly. I can’t help myself.
