sublime, the kind of woman who drove men mad. She
was where the Wild
Things were. Living up to that concept with every cell of her being just as
I expected.
Breaking off the
kiss, but holding her where she stood, I murmured, “There’s
something wild in you, Minnie. I want that.” The truth put a
fierce edge on my desire. I reached for my jeans and pulled out a few
condoms.
“No surprises,
Minnie.” My voice was husky when I held them up. “I want
to be inside you and feel you come all over me.”
“No
surprises?” she said softly, her hands slipping up under my
T-shirt as her gaze slid away from mine. “I don’t usually
have an orgasm with a man inside me. So, I’m letting you know
so you don’t think it’s you. All right?” Her
confession was barely a whisper, and it was with obvious effort that
she lifted her eyes back up to meet mine. “All I have to do is
look at you and you…”
Turn me on. She didn’t have to say it. I knew. I got exactly the same way,
hot all over.
She wasn’t
blushing. Bold and fearless Minnie. Geezus, I wanted to be deep
enough inside her to reach everything she could give. She didn’t
come with a man inside her? She’d all but said her sex life was
uneventful—and although I was experienced with my own dick, I
had never touched a woman, or pleasured her.
So, uh, no pressure.
I wasn’t one
to worry about getting her off with my dick. If that didn’t
work, I would be inventive. The internet was a powerful learning tool
for just about anything.
I was also a very
fast learner.
Holding her gaze
steadily with my own, I gently rubbed my thumb across her mouth and
said, “No worries. I made sure one of my surfing projects was a
woman’s anatomy. I was fascinated, turned on, and attentive,
shug.” Then I leaned down and sucked on her neck.
Then I moved to her
jawline, her throat, across her collarbone, and all the while I was
pushing her shirt up under her arms, exposing her breasts. When I got
to her nipple with my tongue, she stiffened on a gasp, then melted on
a groan when I pushed the cup up and covered her with my mouth and
began to suck.
Her reaction was
erotic as hell, but not as erotic as having Minnie in my mouth. The
taste of her skin was incredibly good. I devoured her with the gentle
suction of my mouth.
“The bed…I
want to feel you on top of me.”
I slid my hands up
under her skirt again, cupping her bottom and stripping her underwear
off her, then lifting her against the wall. Stepping between her
legs, I pulled her against my crotch, seating her firmly against me.
I pumped my hips uncontrollably, and she gasped, no doubt from the
rough fabric of my jeans against my hard-on. I couldn’t handle
direct contact right now. My mouth settled back on hers and I took it
without control. I kissed her and we breathed each other in for a few
minutes.
“Back up,”
she said softly and as her feet touched the floor, I reached for my
belt buckle. I needed some relief; I needed her.
When her hands came
down to help, I let her take over and moved my hands back up to
caress her breasts and take her mouth in another soul-shattering
kiss.
Oh, yeah, this was
how it was supposed to be—her small hands working my belt
buckle, unbuttoning my jeans. Her fingers pulled the tab on my
zipper, grazing my erection, every move she made turning me on and
winding me up tighter.
When she pushed my
pants down low on my hips and took my dick in her hand with
languorous, rhythmic strokes, I groaned with the pure, mindless
pleasure of it. Sliding my hand back up between her legs, I returned
the favor, playing with her ever so gently, teasing her and
exploring. It was heaven.
Her soft, swollen,
slick core was just how I wanted her, her most primal response in
readiness for me—just because I was touching her. I knew we
would be great together. I’d known it back in Suttontowne.
“Deke,”
she whispered, her mouth moving over my face, leaving a trail of
frantic kisses. “Oh,
was where the Wild
Things were. Living up to that concept with every cell of her being just as
I expected.
Breaking off the
kiss, but holding her where she stood, I murmured, “There’s
something wild in you, Minnie. I want that.” The truth put a
fierce edge on my desire. I reached for my jeans and pulled out a few
condoms.
“No surprises,
Minnie.” My voice was husky when I held them up. “I want
to be inside you and feel you come all over me.”
“No
surprises?” she said softly, her hands slipping up under my
T-shirt as her gaze slid away from mine. “I don’t usually
have an orgasm with a man inside me. So, I’m letting you know
so you don’t think it’s you. All right?” Her
confession was barely a whisper, and it was with obvious effort that
she lifted her eyes back up to meet mine. “All I have to do is
look at you and you…”
Turn me on. She didn’t have to say it. I knew. I got exactly the same way,
hot all over.
She wasn’t
blushing. Bold and fearless Minnie. Geezus, I wanted to be deep
enough inside her to reach everything she could give. She didn’t
come with a man inside her? She’d all but said her sex life was
uneventful—and although I was experienced with my own dick, I
had never touched a woman, or pleasured her.
So, uh, no pressure.
I wasn’t one
to worry about getting her off with my dick. If that didn’t
work, I would be inventive. The internet was a powerful learning tool
for just about anything.
I was also a very
fast learner.
Holding her gaze
steadily with my own, I gently rubbed my thumb across her mouth and
said, “No worries. I made sure one of my surfing projects was a
woman’s anatomy. I was fascinated, turned on, and attentive,
shug.” Then I leaned down and sucked on her neck.
Then I moved to her
jawline, her throat, across her collarbone, and all the while I was
pushing her shirt up under her arms, exposing her breasts. When I got
to her nipple with my tongue, she stiffened on a gasp, then melted on
a groan when I pushed the cup up and covered her with my mouth and
began to suck.
Her reaction was
erotic as hell, but not as erotic as having Minnie in my mouth. The
taste of her skin was incredibly good. I devoured her with the gentle
suction of my mouth.
“The bed…I
want to feel you on top of me.”
I slid my hands up
under her skirt again, cupping her bottom and stripping her underwear
off her, then lifting her against the wall. Stepping between her
legs, I pulled her against my crotch, seating her firmly against me.
I pumped my hips uncontrollably, and she gasped, no doubt from the
rough fabric of my jeans against my hard-on. I couldn’t handle
direct contact right now. My mouth settled back on hers and I took it
without control. I kissed her and we breathed each other in for a few
minutes.
“Back up,”
she said softly and as her feet touched the floor, I reached for my
belt buckle. I needed some relief; I needed her.
When her hands came
down to help, I let her take over and moved my hands back up to
caress her breasts and take her mouth in another soul-shattering
kiss.
Oh, yeah, this was
how it was supposed to be—her small hands working my belt
buckle, unbuttoning my jeans. Her fingers pulled the tab on my
zipper, grazing my erection, every move she made turning me on and
winding me up tighter.
When she pushed my
pants down low on my hips and took my dick in her hand with
languorous, rhythmic strokes, I groaned with the pure, mindless
pleasure of it. Sliding my hand back up between her legs, I returned
the favor, playing with her ever so gently, teasing her and
exploring. It was heaven.
Her soft, swollen,
slick core was just how I wanted her, her most primal response in
readiness for me—just because I was touching her. I knew we
would be great together. I’d known it back in Suttontowne.
“Deke,”
she whispered, her mouth moving over my face, leaving a trail of
frantic kisses. “Oh,
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