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thoughts skipped from one to the other, creating a mental list.
The only thing to do was to put himself out there and find out.
“What if I found out for myself?” He shifted as his cock stiffened, all the blood rushing to his groin.
“Right now?” She didn’t seem the least bit inhibited.
“No. Your place or mine?”
“Who lives closer?” She popped a fry between her lips.
In that moment, he made his decision.
“Probably me. Eat.”
6.
Tamara stepped over the threshold into the dark studio apartment. Light from the large windows gave the space a sense of airiness that was deceptive but welcoming.
Her nerves were tied up in bunches of knots lodged in her throat. It was weird, she wasn’t the kind of person to get worked up about sex…but this was Stephen. He was different. He mattered.
The door closed with a bang, and Stephen pushed her up against the wall. He wasn’t forceful, but there was purpose in his touch. His breath was hot against her cheek. The delicious tension had stretched tight between them, until she’d found it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Even driving the short distance from the pub had been a trial in focusing beyond the idea of sex.
“Do you still want to know how wet you make me?” she asked. It was the kind of thing she’d ask him if they were chatting. In person her pulse fluttered in a new, thrilling kind of way.
Stephen bent his head. Their noses bumped. His lips were right there.
She could still remember what they felt like.
The brief kiss up against her car had only scrambled her brain further.
He grasped the front of her shorts and she stopped breathing.
There was no reason to play coy—they both knew what was going to happen—she just hadn’t expected him to be this…assertive. It took all her willpower to remain standing while he yanked the front of her shorts open. She could see the glint of light off his eyes, the hard line of his mouth, how he stared at her with such intensity.
His hand slid into her panties and cupped her mound. She widened her stance and leaned her head back against the wall as his fingers slid along her folds, slipping between her labia.
“Were you this wet then?” His voice was rougher, lower, like what she remembered best. He was turned on.
“Not quite. Thinking about you, watching you eat and stare at my breasts, made it worse.” She gripped his wrist with one hand.
“I was not staring. You’ll know when I stare.”
Oh God, she hoped so.
“Stephen.” She shifted against his hand, wanting him in her. Any part of him. She wasn’t picky.
“What?”
“Put your fingers inside me.”
“How many?”
He wanted her to count?
With a cock his size, she needed more prep. She hadn’t exactly seen it in person, but now that he was here…she was pretty sure her reference for size was off. In the right direction.
“Three,” she said.
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah.” She placed her free hand against his groin and the straining erection.
“Let’s start with one.”
He slipped one digit inside of her, her arousal making his entry easy. She almost sighed at the sensation, but it wasn’t enough. If anything, she wanted more.
“God, you’re wet,” he whispered, voice strained. “You were in my lab, like this?”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t do that again. I can’t know you’re there like this.” His voice was rougher, frayed. He slid a second finger into her, pumping in and out. She shifted her hips with him, helping him find the right rhythm.
“Why? Would I distract you?” She shimmied a bit and her shorts hit the floor.
“Yeah.” He slid a knee between her thighs, his lips on her cheek. He added the third finger, stretching her a bit more.
That—that was it.
She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, the sensation of him—just about perfect.
“Oh—yes.” She shifted, working her hips in time with the thrust of his fingers. They were building momentum now. He was taking what
The only thing to do was to put himself out there and find out.
“What if I found out for myself?” He shifted as his cock stiffened, all the blood rushing to his groin.
“Right now?” She didn’t seem the least bit inhibited.
“No. Your place or mine?”
“Who lives closer?” She popped a fry between her lips.
In that moment, he made his decision.
“Probably me. Eat.”
6.
Tamara stepped over the threshold into the dark studio apartment. Light from the large windows gave the space a sense of airiness that was deceptive but welcoming.
Her nerves were tied up in bunches of knots lodged in her throat. It was weird, she wasn’t the kind of person to get worked up about sex…but this was Stephen. He was different. He mattered.
The door closed with a bang, and Stephen pushed her up against the wall. He wasn’t forceful, but there was purpose in his touch. His breath was hot against her cheek. The delicious tension had stretched tight between them, until she’d found it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Even driving the short distance from the pub had been a trial in focusing beyond the idea of sex.
“Do you still want to know how wet you make me?” she asked. It was the kind of thing she’d ask him if they were chatting. In person her pulse fluttered in a new, thrilling kind of way.
Stephen bent his head. Their noses bumped. His lips were right there.
She could still remember what they felt like.
The brief kiss up against her car had only scrambled her brain further.
He grasped the front of her shorts and she stopped breathing.
There was no reason to play coy—they both knew what was going to happen—she just hadn’t expected him to be this…assertive. It took all her willpower to remain standing while he yanked the front of her shorts open. She could see the glint of light off his eyes, the hard line of his mouth, how he stared at her with such intensity.
His hand slid into her panties and cupped her mound. She widened her stance and leaned her head back against the wall as his fingers slid along her folds, slipping between her labia.
“Were you this wet then?” His voice was rougher, lower, like what she remembered best. He was turned on.
“Not quite. Thinking about you, watching you eat and stare at my breasts, made it worse.” She gripped his wrist with one hand.
“I was not staring. You’ll know when I stare.”
Oh God, she hoped so.
“Stephen.” She shifted against his hand, wanting him in her. Any part of him. She wasn’t picky.
“What?”
“Put your fingers inside me.”
“How many?”
He wanted her to count?
With a cock his size, she needed more prep. She hadn’t exactly seen it in person, but now that he was here…she was pretty sure her reference for size was off. In the right direction.
“Three,” she said.
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah.” She placed her free hand against his groin and the straining erection.
“Let’s start with one.”
He slipped one digit inside of her, her arousal making his entry easy. She almost sighed at the sensation, but it wasn’t enough. If anything, she wanted more.
“God, you’re wet,” he whispered, voice strained. “You were in my lab, like this?”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t do that again. I can’t know you’re there like this.” His voice was rougher, frayed. He slid a second finger into her, pumping in and out. She shifted her hips with him, helping him find the right rhythm.
“Why? Would I distract you?” She shimmied a bit and her shorts hit the floor.
“Yeah.” He slid a knee between her thighs, his lips on her cheek. He added the third finger, stretching her a bit more.
That—that was it.
She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, the sensation of him—just about perfect.
“Oh—yes.” She shifted, working her hips in time with the thrust of his fingers. They were building momentum now. He was taking what
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