The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop by Terry Towers Page A

the bed, he stood before her and let his jeans and boxers drop to the floor and he kicked them to the side. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, leaving him gloriously naked.
    He started to walk back towards the bed, but she stopped him, placing her foot on his muscled abdomen.
    "I want to see you a minute," she explained in response to his quizzical expression.
    "That so?"
    She nodded, bracing herself with her elbows behind her, thrusting her chest forwards. His eyes lowered to her breasts and the fire within them flared up. She loved that look in his eyes. She loved how he made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
    "I love your body. It's amazing." Her eyes began their exploration at his thighs and slowly moved upwards. She paused at his cock, with pre-cum gathering at the tip. She was tempted to get to her knees and take him into her mouth, but the throbbing between her legs refused to allow her.
    Her eyes continued to wander upwards over his flat stomach, lean muscled chest and then to meet his eyes. "Finished?"
    Grinning, and tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she lowered her foot. "Finished." Bending her knees she swayed them back and forth. "Just waiting for you." Her eyes lowered back down his body to his shaft, standing tall and proud.
    "In that case..." He slipped onto the bed and lowered his lips to her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her stomach and began to slowly move lower. The wetness between her legs increased and a tremor rocked through her.
    "Bo..." Her jaw clenched as he took the frilly waistband of her panties between his teeth and tugged them down. The heat of his breath tickled and tantalized her pussy, reminding her of how good it felt to have his tongue between her legs.
    Her panties were tugged down over her hips and as her mound became revealed to him, he released them from his teeth and pulled them down and off.
    Bo cupped her mound and gave it a light squeeze, forcing her juice onto his fingers and to run down her ass. "I love it when women shave."
    Hanna could feel the burning of her cheeks. Normally she didn't shave fully. She usually kept it trimmed short, but on impulse before she left she'd gotten a bikini wax. It was as painful as hell, and extremely embarrassing to have some strange woman between her legs, but seeing the look of pure, feral lust in his eyes made it completely worthwhile.
    He slipped two fingers into her, stroking her inner wall, his eyes glued to hers. She squirmed under him, her frustration and need reaching its breaking point.
    "Are you always this much of a tease?" she complained, closing her eyes and bucking against his hand. His chuckling had her opening her eyes and to her frustration, he removed his fingers from her, leaving her feeling barren.
    "Not always." Slipping from the bed, he made his way across the room to the large cherry stained dresser.
    Turning to her side, she watched him walk away, enjoying the sight of his tight ass. Opening the top drawer of the dresser he searched for something and upon finding it, closed the drawer and turned back to face her.
    Upon seeing the foil packet in his hand she breathed a sigh of relief. The torment was nearly over. Her eyes dipped to his shaft.
    "I thought women loved foreplay." Bo pushed off the dresser and strolled towards her. His cock bobbed with each footstep, taunting her.
    "Maybe I'm a grand finale kinda girl."
    Laughing, Bo clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, as if in consideration.
    Hanna rolled onto her back, and braced herself up with her elbows behind her. Bending her knees, she spread her legs wide for him. His grin faded as his eyes lowered to the apex between her legs. Sliding her hand between her legs, she spread her lips for him, and slipped a finger deep. She moaned softly, but kept her eyes on him. He opened the wrapper as he closed the distance between them and rolled the condom on.
    As he reached the side of his bed,