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her bold. A spiraling tightness turned everything inside her liquid as she opened herself completely to the sensation of his touch.
The contact was like a bursting flame, unbearably hot and uncontrollable, as unexpected as lightning in a still sky. His mouth trailed his hands and then with a groan of frustration he pulled away. She felt the loss immediately as reality rushed at her from all around. But only for an instant. He hauled the sweatshirt up and over her head before tossing it aside. The lifting of that barrier brought with it another need, this one deep and abiding. She pulled at the hem of his shirt and he obliged, tugging it over his chest and shoulders and then dropping it at their feet.
For a moment she could only stare at the sleek muscle, golden brown and gleaming in the firelight. He was layered with sinew and strength, a work of art, rippling and sun-kissed. She laid her hands against the warmth of him and watched with fascination as her touch brought a shiver.
He kissed her again, deeply, possessively. And then moved down her body. His mouth was hot and wet against the silky lace of her bra before he pulled her breasts from the cups and kissed them. She buried her fingers deep in his soft hair, watching as he knelt to press kisses to her stomach, her hips. He reached for the fastening of her jeans, giving her a moment to stop him if she chose. She didn't. He’d managed to block out everything else with the fire he’d started in her. All her worries, all of her fears took backseat to the brush of his lips and the flick of his tongue.
On his knees now, he pulled each button of her jeans loose and then kissed the skin it revealed. Her legs trembled as he dragged the denim down her legs. Then he paused and looked up the length of her body and into her eyes. In that moment, she didn't care where they were or how they’d come to be there. She saw only him.
He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, slipping his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties as he pulled her hips forward and pressed his mouth against the silk. She braced her hands against his shoulders as his tongue stroked a hot and wet path, his teeth nipping gently until her knees buckled. He caught her in his arms and laid her gently on the blanket. In the next minute, he’d stripped her bare.
She’d never been with a man who made love with such focused attention, such seductive detail. JD didn’t race for the finish line. What he did with his mouth, his tongue, the hot breath he blew across her sensitive skin—it made her arch her back and draw up her knees. It dragged sounds from deep in her throat that she’d never known herself to make. It shocked her, the power of sensation that shuddered through every nerve, every pore, bringing her to release with breathtaking swiftness.
When she could move, she came up on her knees and took a page from his book.
She kissed her way over the rigid lines of his chest then belly, rubbing him through the thickness of his pants as she inched her way down. He was hard and ready, pressing against the fly of his jeans, making them so tight she couldn’t work the button free. Finally, the top one gave and the others followed in a rush, releasing him. He rolled to his back and lifted his hips so she could tug both his jeans and boxers down and off in one determined effort.
Then she took him in her hand, amazed that something so hard could feel so soft, the skin like satin. There were a million things she wanted to do him, with him. She wanted to touch and taste every inch of his golden skin. She wanted to feel him tremble as she drove him crazy with her lips and tongue. She wanted to lie back while he did the same to her.
But there was an urgency within them both that seemed greater than wants or needs. His muscles flexed as he braced his weight over her and slid between her legs. She wanted his whole weight, she wanted to melt against him, to become one.
The contact was like a bursting flame, unbearably hot and uncontrollable, as unexpected as lightning in a still sky. His mouth trailed his hands and then with a groan of frustration he pulled away. She felt the loss immediately as reality rushed at her from all around. But only for an instant. He hauled the sweatshirt up and over her head before tossing it aside. The lifting of that barrier brought with it another need, this one deep and abiding. She pulled at the hem of his shirt and he obliged, tugging it over his chest and shoulders and then dropping it at their feet.
For a moment she could only stare at the sleek muscle, golden brown and gleaming in the firelight. He was layered with sinew and strength, a work of art, rippling and sun-kissed. She laid her hands against the warmth of him and watched with fascination as her touch brought a shiver.
He kissed her again, deeply, possessively. And then moved down her body. His mouth was hot and wet against the silky lace of her bra before he pulled her breasts from the cups and kissed them. She buried her fingers deep in his soft hair, watching as he knelt to press kisses to her stomach, her hips. He reached for the fastening of her jeans, giving her a moment to stop him if she chose. She didn't. He’d managed to block out everything else with the fire he’d started in her. All her worries, all of her fears took backseat to the brush of his lips and the flick of his tongue.
On his knees now, he pulled each button of her jeans loose and then kissed the skin it revealed. Her legs trembled as he dragged the denim down her legs. Then he paused and looked up the length of her body and into her eyes. In that moment, she didn't care where they were or how they’d come to be there. She saw only him.
He slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, slipping his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties as he pulled her hips forward and pressed his mouth against the silk. She braced her hands against his shoulders as his tongue stroked a hot and wet path, his teeth nipping gently until her knees buckled. He caught her in his arms and laid her gently on the blanket. In the next minute, he’d stripped her bare.
She’d never been with a man who made love with such focused attention, such seductive detail. JD didn’t race for the finish line. What he did with his mouth, his tongue, the hot breath he blew across her sensitive skin—it made her arch her back and draw up her knees. It dragged sounds from deep in her throat that she’d never known herself to make. It shocked her, the power of sensation that shuddered through every nerve, every pore, bringing her to release with breathtaking swiftness.
When she could move, she came up on her knees and took a page from his book.
She kissed her way over the rigid lines of his chest then belly, rubbing him through the thickness of his pants as she inched her way down. He was hard and ready, pressing against the fly of his jeans, making them so tight she couldn’t work the button free. Finally, the top one gave and the others followed in a rush, releasing him. He rolled to his back and lifted his hips so she could tug both his jeans and boxers down and off in one determined effort.
Then she took him in her hand, amazed that something so hard could feel so soft, the skin like satin. There were a million things she wanted to do him, with him. She wanted to touch and taste every inch of his golden skin. She wanted to feel him tremble as she drove him crazy with her lips and tongue. She wanted to lie back while he did the same to her.
But there was an urgency within them both that seemed greater than wants or needs. His muscles flexed as he braced his weight over her and slid between her legs. She wanted his whole weight, she wanted to melt against him, to become one.
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