full and firm and perfect.”
My touch is light but very deliberate as I brush my thumb over her small, rose-pink nipple, kneading and pinching at the tender flesh around it. It hardens instantly, and her perky globes rise on a deep inhale.
“I want to make you mad with my touch,” I say, my voice low, and her breaths quicken. The heat between us is building with rapid speed. “‘Cause I’m mad with yearning for you all the time.”
She bites her bottom lip when I press my flattened palms against the warm, smooth skin of her thighs and move them up her body, my gaze locked with hers.
“I want you aware of nothing but me.”
Her breath hitches once I reach the top of her legs. I lightly trace along the lacy hem of her panties and between her spread legs. My hand closes around the strip of her thong to find them damp. The realization that I affect her as much as she intoxicates me makes me feel like the most powerful person in the entire universe. As my fingers push the fabric aside and slink their way between her folds, a needy whimper escapes her mouth. Music to my ears. I let the moment linger as I circle her opening, teasing us both. Even though the need to push my fingers inside her is killing me, I restrain myself and mentally clap myself on the back for being so controlled tonight.
Seeing Liz so wet and breathless for me is almost as good as watching her fall apart.
“What do you feel?” I ask her, my voice gravely from arousal. My fingers keep moving back and forth between her folds with the slowest, smallest strokes.
“I ache for you,” she breathes out.
“Good,” I declare as my hands skim upward.
I want her out of control, completely mad with lust.
Another whimper falls from her lips as I trail the flat of her stomach and brush undersides of her breasts. She moans when I envelop her taut nipple into my mouth and begin to suck gently. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she gives it a slight tug. Without thinking what I’m doing, I splay my hands across her back and press her body into mine. Skin on skin. And every logical thought is gone. I’m momentarily overwhelmed by the sense of connection that passes between us. It feels like not only her body but also her soul is imprinting onto mine all over again.
My fingers tighten around her waist.
While I was fueling her need for me, I also fueled my own desire. Now it can’t be contained until I sink balls deep into her sweet cunt.
To hell with slow. I want her too much.
My self-control has always been tissue paper when it comes to Liz.
I leave a trail of wet kisses from the pulse on her neck to below her ear and back again before pressing my lips to hers, my mouth eager, rough, and wild. She kisses me with the same intensity that I kiss her. Her mouth feels like silk as my tongue thrusts inside.
Shit, If I don’t move us to the bedroom, I’m going to fuck her right here on the couch in about ten seconds. Without breaking the kiss, I stand up and lift her in my arms. Her arms go around my neck, and she wraps her legs around me.
When we reach our destination, I set her down on the edge of the bed. She’s so beautiful in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. So fucking beautiful.
Her panties need to go. Now.
I grip the fabric and tug them down her long legs until they fall into a heap at her ankles and to the floor.
“Lay down,” I order gently.
I expect her to just scoot over to the headboard, but she does something unexpected—she stands up and turns around. My gaze quickly sweeps down the length of her, lingering on the curve of her delicious ass, the graceful arc of her back, and tiny dimples above her ass that drive me crazy. The little tease winks over her shoulder and then bends and crawls across the bed, giving me a glimpse of her pussy before turning around and lying down to rest her head on the pillows.
Her movements are elegant and erotic, and my dick literally itches to be inside her. But now that the two of us are
My touch is light but very deliberate as I brush my thumb over her small, rose-pink nipple, kneading and pinching at the tender flesh around it. It hardens instantly, and her perky globes rise on a deep inhale.
“I want to make you mad with my touch,” I say, my voice low, and her breaths quicken. The heat between us is building with rapid speed. “‘Cause I’m mad with yearning for you all the time.”
She bites her bottom lip when I press my flattened palms against the warm, smooth skin of her thighs and move them up her body, my gaze locked with hers.
“I want you aware of nothing but me.”
Her breath hitches once I reach the top of her legs. I lightly trace along the lacy hem of her panties and between her spread legs. My hand closes around the strip of her thong to find them damp. The realization that I affect her as much as she intoxicates me makes me feel like the most powerful person in the entire universe. As my fingers push the fabric aside and slink their way between her folds, a needy whimper escapes her mouth. Music to my ears. I let the moment linger as I circle her opening, teasing us both. Even though the need to push my fingers inside her is killing me, I restrain myself and mentally clap myself on the back for being so controlled tonight.
Seeing Liz so wet and breathless for me is almost as good as watching her fall apart.
“What do you feel?” I ask her, my voice gravely from arousal. My fingers keep moving back and forth between her folds with the slowest, smallest strokes.
“I ache for you,” she breathes out.
“Good,” I declare as my hands skim upward.
I want her out of control, completely mad with lust.
Another whimper falls from her lips as I trail the flat of her stomach and brush undersides of her breasts. She moans when I envelop her taut nipple into my mouth and begin to suck gently. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she gives it a slight tug. Without thinking what I’m doing, I splay my hands across her back and press her body into mine. Skin on skin. And every logical thought is gone. I’m momentarily overwhelmed by the sense of connection that passes between us. It feels like not only her body but also her soul is imprinting onto mine all over again.
My fingers tighten around her waist.
While I was fueling her need for me, I also fueled my own desire. Now it can’t be contained until I sink balls deep into her sweet cunt.
To hell with slow. I want her too much.
My self-control has always been tissue paper when it comes to Liz.
I leave a trail of wet kisses from the pulse on her neck to below her ear and back again before pressing my lips to hers, my mouth eager, rough, and wild. She kisses me with the same intensity that I kiss her. Her mouth feels like silk as my tongue thrusts inside.
Shit, If I don’t move us to the bedroom, I’m going to fuck her right here on the couch in about ten seconds. Without breaking the kiss, I stand up and lift her in my arms. Her arms go around my neck, and she wraps her legs around me.
When we reach our destination, I set her down on the edge of the bed. She’s so beautiful in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. So fucking beautiful.
Her panties need to go. Now.
I grip the fabric and tug them down her long legs until they fall into a heap at her ankles and to the floor.
“Lay down,” I order gently.
I expect her to just scoot over to the headboard, but she does something unexpected—she stands up and turns around. My gaze quickly sweeps down the length of her, lingering on the curve of her delicious ass, the graceful arc of her back, and tiny dimples above her ass that drive me crazy. The little tease winks over her shoulder and then bends and crawls across the bed, giving me a glimpse of her pussy before turning around and lying down to rest her head on the pillows.
Her movements are elegant and erotic, and my dick literally itches to be inside her. But now that the two of us are
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