he pulled a little too hard, or she was a bit too enthusiastic, because she barreled into him, causing him to stumble backward, pulling her with him. “Sorry,” she whispered, when they had finally righted themselves.
He waved her apology away then took her in his arms. He kissed her again, walking backward to the bed. She fit so well in his arms, just as he thought she would. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers slid around his nape, sending a chill through him.
She stepped on his feet twice and the image of her as a graceful Flamenco dancer swiftly left his mind.
“Oops, sor –,” she tried to say but he cut her off with another kiss. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her hips aligned with his, their thighs tangled. His legs reached the edge of the bed. He stopped.
Katie kept going.
They tumbled onto the bed, Darío able to keep Katie on top of him, cushioning her fall. “Sorry,” she said again. Darío wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard amusement in her voice. His hands found the zipper of her dress at the same time his mouth found the soft nook of her neck where it met her shoulder. He felt her tremble. He sucked on her flesh and felt the shimmer go through her again. He licked her warm skin as he lowered the zipper.
He felt her tense when his hands moved to her bare back, but her hesitance was quickly gone. He spread his legs and she kneeled between them. He raised her dress, past her thighs, so toned, so lean. Over her full hips. Along her trim waist, and beyond her plentiful breasts. She raised her arms for him, and he tossed the dress to the chair across from the bed.
She was kneeling in only her bra and panties. White, plain cotton. He smiled. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but such serviceable lingerie was not it.
She saw his grin, and as if reading his thoughts, said, “You were expecting what? Maybe leopard print? Cut outs?” She laughed. “I’m a P lain Jane girl underneath. Sorry to disappoint you.”
He sat up, his face level with her breasts, and tugged his shirt out of his pants and over his head. He took her hand and placed it on top of his bulging erection. “Does it feel like I’m disappointed?”
She grinned and began to move her hand along him. Dios Mio , it felt wonderful. He removed his hand from hers an d moved to undo her bra. “Plain Jane white cotton or leopard skin, the damned thing has to go!”
She threw her head back and laughed, highlighting her graceful neck. If he wasn’t so close to paradise, he would have moved to kiss her neck again, but his nimble hands had made quick work of her bra clasp and he was now slowly unveiling her like a fine work of art. Her breasts were full and firm, had the shape and tone of a woman of twenty. He nestled his head between them.
He lifted her right breast in his hand, weighing, learning, committing to memory the shape and feel of her. He felt, rather than heard, a small breath escape her. He laid her down , resting on top of her. Limbs tangled, then righted themselves as they found comfort. He could wait no longer to taste her, and took her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned softly, which became louder as Darío began to suck. He caressed her other breast and then switched his mouth and hand.
Katie began to move aga inst him and he knew it wouldn’ t be hours of foreplay before they were both ready. They were both ready now. He moved one hand down her stomach, felt it flinch then relax, and continued down to slip a finger inside her panties. Yes, they were both ready now, her wetness tipping him off, as well as her hands plastering his head to her breasts.
He needed to be inside her. To feel her. Be a part of her.
“What about protection?” he asked, taking his mouth from her bountiful breasts to speak.
Chapter Eight
Golf is like making love.
One day you think you are too old, and the next day you want to do it again.
-Roberto De Vicenzo, professional golfer
Protecti on?
He waved her apology away then took her in his arms. He kissed her again, walking backward to the bed. She fit so well in his arms, just as he thought she would. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers slid around his nape, sending a chill through him.
She stepped on his feet twice and the image of her as a graceful Flamenco dancer swiftly left his mind.
“Oops, sor –,” she tried to say but he cut her off with another kiss. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her hips aligned with his, their thighs tangled. His legs reached the edge of the bed. He stopped.
Katie kept going.
They tumbled onto the bed, Darío able to keep Katie on top of him, cushioning her fall. “Sorry,” she said again. Darío wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard amusement in her voice. His hands found the zipper of her dress at the same time his mouth found the soft nook of her neck where it met her shoulder. He felt her tremble. He sucked on her flesh and felt the shimmer go through her again. He licked her warm skin as he lowered the zipper.
He felt her tense when his hands moved to her bare back, but her hesitance was quickly gone. He spread his legs and she kneeled between them. He raised her dress, past her thighs, so toned, so lean. Over her full hips. Along her trim waist, and beyond her plentiful breasts. She raised her arms for him, and he tossed the dress to the chair across from the bed.
She was kneeling in only her bra and panties. White, plain cotton. He smiled. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but such serviceable lingerie was not it.
She saw his grin, and as if reading his thoughts, said, “You were expecting what? Maybe leopard print? Cut outs?” She laughed. “I’m a P lain Jane girl underneath. Sorry to disappoint you.”
He sat up, his face level with her breasts, and tugged his shirt out of his pants and over his head. He took her hand and placed it on top of his bulging erection. “Does it feel like I’m disappointed?”
She grinned and began to move her hand along him. Dios Mio , it felt wonderful. He removed his hand from hers an d moved to undo her bra. “Plain Jane white cotton or leopard skin, the damned thing has to go!”
She threw her head back and laughed, highlighting her graceful neck. If he wasn’t so close to paradise, he would have moved to kiss her neck again, but his nimble hands had made quick work of her bra clasp and he was now slowly unveiling her like a fine work of art. Her breasts were full and firm, had the shape and tone of a woman of twenty. He nestled his head between them.
He lifted her right breast in his hand, weighing, learning, committing to memory the shape and feel of her. He felt, rather than heard, a small breath escape her. He laid her down , resting on top of her. Limbs tangled, then righted themselves as they found comfort. He could wait no longer to taste her, and took her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned softly, which became louder as Darío began to suck. He caressed her other breast and then switched his mouth and hand.
Katie began to move aga inst him and he knew it wouldn’ t be hours of foreplay before they were both ready. They were both ready now. He moved one hand down her stomach, felt it flinch then relax, and continued down to slip a finger inside her panties. Yes, they were both ready now, her wetness tipping him off, as well as her hands plastering his head to her breasts.
He needed to be inside her. To feel her. Be a part of her.
“What about protection?” he asked, taking his mouth from her bountiful breasts to speak.
Chapter Eight
Golf is like making love.
One day you think you are too old, and the next day you want to do it again.
-Roberto De Vicenzo, professional golfer
Protecti on?
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