Open Arms by Marysol James Page B

with you… see how you’re doing.”
    “Oh, really good, actually. I’ve been down at the stables a lot, and it turns out? I don’t hate horses.”
    “Oh, yeah?”
    “Yeah. Jake and Phil and Mattie have really shown me some of their hidden charms.”
    “That’s great.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Yeah.”
    A silence fell between them and they both sipped their wine. Tammy cast around in her mind, desperately trying to think of something to say. What to say, though? Rob, I want you to kiss me all over until I come? Oh, sure. That would send him screaming out the door in to the winter night. Maybe she could say, I bet your cock would feel amazing inside me. Yeah, that would be a conversation-stopper, to be sure.
    They looked at each other, wordless, and tried to smile. The tension between them was huge: Tammy could barely stand to be next to him without kissing him, Rob was fighting to keep his hands off her.
    Tammy leaned back suddenly, eager to put more physical space between them and her elbow caught on the sofa cushion behind her. The movement jostled the glass and white wine spilled on her shirt, leaving a dark stain.
    “Oh, damn,” she said. She set the glass down on the table in front of them and pulled the t-shirt away to examine the damage.
    Rob’s eyes were drawn to the splotch of wine; it was just over her left nipple. He almost groaned out loud.
    “I’ll have to take this off,” Tammy said.
    “Yes,” Rob said. “You’ll have to take it off.”
    She heard it in his voice, and she looked up at him. He was staring at her, his gaze fixed on her breast. His eyes were bright with lust.
    Oh, my God. Does he want this too?
    “Why don’t you help me with it?” she said. “Help me take it off?” She held her breath, hoping that he wouldn’t refuse.
    He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slowly, deliberately, he set his glass of wine on the table and reached for her. She leaned closer and his hands found the bottom of her t-shirt; they lingered on her waist. Then he started to pull the shirt up, exposing her creamy stomach, her breasts in a black bra. She raised her arms and he pulled the t-shirt over her head. She tossed her long hair over her shoulders and looked at him.
    My God, she was beautiful. Unable to stop himself, Rob moved closer to her, then closer. She moved towards him and lifted her chin.
    The kiss was soft, careful, tentative, checking to see if what was happening was OK with the other person. Tammy moaned deep in her throat and closed her eyes. Rob flicked his tongue over her lips and her mouth opened to him. He deepened the kiss, holding her head in both large hands. He pulled back, breathing hard.
    Tammy opened her eyes and looked at his gorgeous face. He was staring at her with such heat and desire, she felt her pussy flutter in response.
    “Rob,” she said. “Rob…”
    That was it: that was the end of his self-control. He pushed her down on the sofa, pushed her on to her back, and kneeled next to her. She stretched the full length of her body against the soft cushions and touched his chest.
    He lowered his head to her left breast, to the wine spot. He licked it off her warm skin and she gripped the back of his head, pressing him down. He lapped up the wine, then slowly moved his lips towards her nipple. He tongued her through the material of her bra, the lace rubbing against her taut peak, adding to the pleasure. She bit her lip, wanting more.
    His huge hands were moving under her now, lifting her, and she arched her back off the sofa to help him. He found the snap, undid her bra, pulled it down her arms. It fell away and he dropped it on the floor next to him.
    And there she was, lying exposed to his gaze, her breasts begging to be kissed and laved and tongued. He lifted her again, kissing her breasts, lifting them to his mouth, and she let him. Rob slowly moved from one nipple to the other, licking and luxuriating in her taste. The wine mixed with her sweet skin, and he couldn’t