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“I know,” she says. “I know that now.”
“There’s something here. Something real. You feel that too, don’t you?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Yeah,” she says, to my relief.
I level my gaze at her. “You said you got scared. Are you still scared tonight?”
She shakes her head.
“Because we could take this as slow as you need,” I say.
She says nothing. Instead, she leans forward and plants a soft kiss on me, wrapping her arms around me. She pulls back just enough to speak, her breath falling on my lips. “I know. Don’t worry.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you regret,” I say, stopping myself from claiming her mouth when our lips graze against each other.
“I wouldn’t regret doing anything with you,” she says into my mouth.
“Careful,” I say. “You don’t know what I have in mind.”
A small giggle escapes her lips, and I can’t stand just how adorable she is anymore, how irresistible.
I tilt her head back a little, exposing the soft, creamy skin of her neck. She moans as I nibble lightly on her sensitive skin, shivering as my fingers brush against the swell of her breasts through the sweater she’s wearing.
She comes alive under my touch. She’s radiating warmth, and little mewling sounds of pleasure emanate from between her lips with every little contact.
I talk to her between kisses. “To be perfectly honest, I’ve been wanting to do a lot of things to you all week.”
She moans at my words, arching her back, and pressing herself further into me. She gasps as my fingers unclasp her bra.
Her hand is pressed against my chest. She runs it down my body now, to my stomach and then down to my thigh. My cock swells in anticipation of her touch.
She arches her back as I trace circles around her stiff, engorged nipples, and then groans, long and low, as I tweak them gently.
“Why don’t you show me?” she says, her breathing heavy. Her exploring fingers find my already-hard cock, and she moans again as she starts to rub me through my pants. “I want you to show me, Brock.”
“More than happy to,” I growl in the back of my throat. Her hand is clasped around my hard shaft now, massaging me through my pants. “I can’t wait to get these pants off. But first . . .”
I push her gently back so that she’s laying down, looking up at me with those big beautiful, doe eyes of hers. She looks so vulnerable, so innocent, so goddamn sexy.
I pull her sweater and blouse off, and then dip my head down, taking each of her nipples in my lips in turn, sucking and licking and nibbling as she moans and writhes under me. Her chest heaves as she pants in delight, her hips arching upwards as if she’s desperate for me to have her.
But not yet. I’m going to make her wait.
I give her one more lingering kiss on the lips, and then start to make my meandering way down her body—her neck, her chest, her stomach, her thighs. My kisses start gentle but get more urgent the lower I go. I’m eager to taste her, to have her, to make her mine.
She’s only wearing her jeans now, and I yank them off, along with her panties, throwing them to one side. She’s completely naked, completely exposed, completely at my mercy.
“I’ve been fantasizing about what you keep hidden behind those work clothes,” I say, my voice thick with need.
“I hope I’m meeting expectations,” she says with a coy smile. And there’s that little, enticing lip-bite again.
“The real thing is better than any fantasy I could have possibly come up with.”
I kneel between her legs and spread them wide. I can see her glistening folds in the moonlight. She’s already so wet for me, and we’re only getting started.
The sight spurs me on, and I growl again in the back of my throat as I lean down and put my tongue to her slick, throbbing button. She cries out and entangles her fingers through my hair as I flick my tongue against her clit, slowly at first but then faster and more insistently as her cries and moans of passion gradually make me lose control.
“Oh that feels so good, Brock,” she whispers. My name has never sounded so good, and she tastes amazing.
I reach up to fondle her nipples as my tongue encircles her most sensitive area. She grinds her hips upwards into me, pulling on my hair as she whimpers and groans. I feel her muscles start to tense, her whole body stiffening . . . then she suddenly pushes me away.
“No. Not yet,” she whispers loudly, her heavy-lidded eyes looking down at me, full of desire. “Should we go inside? What if we get caught?”
I can’t wait any longer. I can’t hold myself back.
