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I reach down for him again. Before my hungry fingers make their mark, he grabs my wrists, stretching my arms above my head and urging me back down onto the cushion. For a long second, his gaze captures mine. I can see the indecision in his.
I grip his shoulder.
“Barrett—”
“Fuck...”
I feel his body shudder. His eyes shut. His breathing picks up. “Gwen, I need…”
“Me too,” I whisper.
He runs his hand under my shirt and thumbs my nipple through my bra.
I groan, hips rolling. “Please…”
He slips his hand beneath my bra and cups my breast. I feel his hips against my leg, his cock against my thigh.
“Your skin… So soft.” He moves against me, and I can feel every long inch of him.
I rub my thigh against him, laughing from adrenaline. “You’re not.”
He leans down over me and bites me through my shirt.
His hand strokes my lower belly as his lips pull one of my nipples into his mouth. As I start to pant and his hand comes to cup me through my leggings, his eyes darken.
“You’re beautiful. You want this.”
“Yes.”
His hand slides into my leggings, smoothing down over my mound. I groan as his fingers part my lips; two calloused fingers drag through my slick and swollen folds. I’m so wet. I need him inside me.
I see his eyes shut as his fingertips roll around my entrance, playing in the moisture there. His breathes loudly, running a finger up and down my slit and skating gently around my clit.
I pant. His head dips back down to my chest; he mouths my nipple once again, then pulls my shirt away, pushes my bra up and drags his tongue around my nipple.
“Barrett!”
He slides a finger into me and I see stars. “Ohhhhh God.” I grind against his hand, loving the fullness, the invasion…knowing that’s him, it’s Barrett’s finger in me.
I gasp as he pushes in and pulls his finger slowly out, then surges back inside, prodding until he strokes my G-spot. My whole body jumps. He starts to rub my clit again, and tongue my nipple. I grab his hair and drag him up. I drag him up so I can kiss his mouth, so I can see his handsome, lust-drunk face, but mostly so maybe he will press his hips against me one more time and I can feel his cock against my leg.
It’s been so long.
I’m panting when his tongue glides back into my mouth, so strong and smooth. The tip of it explores; our tongues stroke. I can barely even move mine. My whole mind is focused on the pressure building in between my legs. He tries to work another finger into me. I gasp.
“You’re tight, baby.”
I try to push against his finger.
“I’ll be careful…”
“I don’t care!”
He works the second finger in—only the tip. I moan as he pumps in, stretching, then pulls his fingers slowly out. He crawls down my throbbing body, peels my leggings down, and looks up at me.
“Jesus Christ, I have to.”
He lowers his mouth over me. I can feel the light brush of his lips. Then his tongue touches my clit, and I scream. His fingers delve inside me as he drags his tongue down, stroking between my lips before he comes back up to kiss my clit again. He rubs his lips over it, strokes it with the tip of his tongue.
