sincere for her to dredge up any real
suspicion. Somehow, the last day seemed so much longer than any other one in
her life.
“How can a woman who cut half her profit line not believe in
fate?”
Stepping forward, he smoothed his hands over her shoulder
and leaned down to whisper against her ear. “Forty-eight hours ago, I would
have lectured you on the dangers of handing out so many free products, but
after this morning, I realize that they are Wish Bears, not products.”
“Now that was romantic.”
He chuckled as his hands found her breasts. He stroked the
swells of tender flesh above the lacy cups as he pressed a kiss against her
neck.
“You amaze me, Roslyn.” His voice was almost a whisper
against her ear, a dark sound that might have risen from her own longings to be
valued for everything that she was. But the hands resting on her body were
real.
“I didn’t realize how empty my life was until you pointed it
out by letting me dance around in a bear suit.”
“You were a good Wish Bear.”
His arms closed around her in a hug that was tight. “Does
that mean you’ll let me try it on again?”
She giggled at the hopeful note in his voice. Rubbing her
bottom across his erection, she smiled at the swift intake of his next breath.
“Let’s talk about it later.” He bit her neck; a soft graze
of his teeth over her tender skin. The little nip sent a ripple of sensation
right down her body to her clit.
“Yeah, later.”
She was free a moment later. Turning around, she watched her
lover. His hand began yanking his shirt buttons free as his eyes lingered on
her breasts. Reaching for the hook on her bra, she undid it and let it drop
away from her breasts. His gaze lowered to the bared globes as his hands froze.
“You appear distracted.”
Moving forward, Roslyn reached for the remaining buttons
herself. Right here, self-doubt seemed to be nonexistent. Freedom appeared to
surround her, allowing her to simply be a female. There was no code of conduct
here, no appearances to maintain. Instead, the only rule seemed to be
indulgence of her gender and its hunger for her companion.
“You have that effect on me all right.” His hands settled
onto the curves of her hips. “Make sure you unwrap me all the way.”
His voice was needy, but playful. It empowered her, but she
realized that she encouraged him. It was the purest form of intimacy, where
pleasure was the only goal.
“I hate these clothes.” Her fingers pushed at the unbuttoned
shirt. A low chuckle shook him as he shrugged out of the garment for her.
“Better?” she asked.
A little hum of pleasure was his only reply. Granger yanked
his fly open and stepped out of his pants. Her eyes traveled over him before
widening at the sight his pants had hidden.
Despite the fact that she’d already taken him, Roslyn still
stared at his cock. Sure, she’d seen a few like that in pictures on the
internet that a girlfriend had sent her, but she’d just never really thought to
come into direct contact with a man who had one that size. Much less that she
might have let him try to stretch her with it.
She reached for it. She couldn’t help herself. She had to
feel it. Her hand barely closed around its width. The staff was long and
crowned with a ruby head that her lips begged to taste. Hunger gnawed at her,
but her mouth wanted to know what he tasted like first.
She licked around the swollen head before taking it into her
mouth. The harsh breath he drew in made her relax and take more of the length
into her mouth. The salty taste of his cum clung to the skin. She sucked and
used her tongue to rub around his width again.
“That’s it, baby, lick me.”
Settling on her knees, Roslyn used a hand to stroke the
length of his cock as she sucked. His harsh breath drove her to faster motions
of her hand. His hips jerked with little thrusts that begged for more of her mouth.
She nibbled and teased the head of his cock before closing her lips around it
once
suspicion. Somehow, the last day seemed so much longer than any other one in
her life.
“How can a woman who cut half her profit line not believe in
fate?”
Stepping forward, he smoothed his hands over her shoulder
and leaned down to whisper against her ear. “Forty-eight hours ago, I would
have lectured you on the dangers of handing out so many free products, but
after this morning, I realize that they are Wish Bears, not products.”
“Now that was romantic.”
He chuckled as his hands found her breasts. He stroked the
swells of tender flesh above the lacy cups as he pressed a kiss against her
neck.
“You amaze me, Roslyn.” His voice was almost a whisper
against her ear, a dark sound that might have risen from her own longings to be
valued for everything that she was. But the hands resting on her body were
real.
“I didn’t realize how empty my life was until you pointed it
out by letting me dance around in a bear suit.”
“You were a good Wish Bear.”
His arms closed around her in a hug that was tight. “Does
that mean you’ll let me try it on again?”
She giggled at the hopeful note in his voice. Rubbing her
bottom across his erection, she smiled at the swift intake of his next breath.
“Let’s talk about it later.” He bit her neck; a soft graze
of his teeth over her tender skin. The little nip sent a ripple of sensation
right down her body to her clit.
“Yeah, later.”
She was free a moment later. Turning around, she watched her
lover. His hand began yanking his shirt buttons free as his eyes lingered on
her breasts. Reaching for the hook on her bra, she undid it and let it drop
away from her breasts. His gaze lowered to the bared globes as his hands froze.
“You appear distracted.”
Moving forward, Roslyn reached for the remaining buttons
herself. Right here, self-doubt seemed to be nonexistent. Freedom appeared to
surround her, allowing her to simply be a female. There was no code of conduct
here, no appearances to maintain. Instead, the only rule seemed to be
indulgence of her gender and its hunger for her companion.
“You have that effect on me all right.” His hands settled
onto the curves of her hips. “Make sure you unwrap me all the way.”
His voice was needy, but playful. It empowered her, but she
realized that she encouraged him. It was the purest form of intimacy, where
pleasure was the only goal.
“I hate these clothes.” Her fingers pushed at the unbuttoned
shirt. A low chuckle shook him as he shrugged out of the garment for her.
“Better?” she asked.
A little hum of pleasure was his only reply. Granger yanked
his fly open and stepped out of his pants. Her eyes traveled over him before
widening at the sight his pants had hidden.
Despite the fact that she’d already taken him, Roslyn still
stared at his cock. Sure, she’d seen a few like that in pictures on the
internet that a girlfriend had sent her, but she’d just never really thought to
come into direct contact with a man who had one that size. Much less that she
might have let him try to stretch her with it.
She reached for it. She couldn’t help herself. She had to
feel it. Her hand barely closed around its width. The staff was long and
crowned with a ruby head that her lips begged to taste. Hunger gnawed at her,
but her mouth wanted to know what he tasted like first.
She licked around the swollen head before taking it into her
mouth. The harsh breath he drew in made her relax and take more of the length
into her mouth. The salty taste of his cum clung to the skin. She sucked and
used her tongue to rub around his width again.
“That’s it, baby, lick me.”
Settling on her knees, Roslyn used a hand to stroke the
length of his cock as she sucked. His harsh breath drove her to faster motions
of her hand. His hips jerked with little thrusts that begged for more of her mouth.
She nibbled and teased the head of his cock before closing her lips around it
once
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