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“What do you want with me?”
“I want this…”
My want throbs between my legs, a tsunami building as I tilt my face toward his and our lips meet, the kissing slow and careful, hard and faster, frantic, until I’m shaking. Every time his tongue strokes mine, I feel a pulse of need spread through my core.
Barrett leans me back. I’m lying down. His heavy body comes between my legs, and he’s kissing my throat so hard it hurts. But good…
As I pant, the scent of his skin swims through my head; his beard scratches my tender skin; his sturdy weight bears down on me—and it’s perfection. A low groan vibrates against my skin as his mouth climbs up my throat and roves along my jaw.
Chills riot over me. I grip his neck, holding him to me. “’S good…”
His palm roves up my neck and cups my cheek. I feel his hot tongue drag over my jaw and try to press my legs together. Instead, my thighs just squeeze his hips, making them buck. I lift my own hips, seeking…
God. I moan. He lifts his mouth off me and breathes hard.
“Gwen…” His hand grips my shoulder. His eyes shout at mine, then squeeze shut. He shifts his hips and my gaze drags between our bodies.
I can see him bulging in his pants. Oh Lord, I have to touch him. Need to see his face and hear his sounds when my hand cups the swell of his erection.
His head rests on my shoulder, warm and heavy. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. His chest presses against my breasts with every inhalation. He moans, a rough, low sound, and I can feel his legs tense.
“Gwen…”
He cups my cheek and with his heavy-lidded eyes on mine, a lost look on his face, he lowers himself slowly down on me and shifts his hips so I can feel him hard and thick against my inner thigh.
He takes a deep, long breath and looks down at where he’s got his big bulge pressed against me. His gaze lifts back up to mine. “Is…this okay?” He drags himself along my leg and grinds against me even as he asks.
I press my leg against him, my core throbbing as he grunts and thrusts against my soft thigh.
“Fuck…”
“I love it.”
“God,” he groans.
I can feel his upper body shake with building tension, and his dick throbs once as if it’s desperate for release.
“It’s…been…a while,” he groans, his eyes squeezed shut. I cup his scratchy cheek and wrap my hand around his shoulder.
“Me too… I just want to feel you.”
As he feathers kisses over my temple, I arch my back, lifting my hips and shimmying as my fingers fumble blindly at his abs, reaching lower till my hand covers his bulge. Barrett’s breath catches.
I rub him, pressing my palm against his hard length as my fingers find the soft swell of his balls below.
The sound he makes is guttural and wasted.
“Oh God….” Even through his pants, I can feel the outline of his head…the firm ridge of its rim. I rub along his swollen shaft. God, he’s big. Long and thick and…God. My pussy clenches as I brush against his balls.
“Don’t,” he grits.
I draw my hand back, stung. But I can see him in the shadow of the lamplight. See how big he is, how hard he is. He’s here with me. He’s hard for me. I thought I couldn’t do this…after. Couldn’t let my guard down—but I have.
My excitement turns to frenzy, so intense I can’t think straight. Since shifted his hips so I can’t touch him with my hands, I bring my leg up so my knee pushes against him there. Heaven help me, I can feel his shaft twitch, feel his balls sway.
I groan and his eyes flip open, dazed and burning. “Gwen.”
I move my leg against him and my center throbs, just from the feel of him through his jeans.
