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wasn’t going to push it now.
When he woke to her hand on his chest and her lips warm against his cheek, he was surprised to find that he felt a shock of pleasure shoot through him from it. Something so simple, but he mentally sighed when she pulled away, wishing that she would linger just a moment longer. There was something about her that made him just want to feel her in every way.
His eyes had opened to find her watching him, and he could see that she’d had no intention of being caught. This revelation alone was enough to make him smile. He pulled her up so that she was nearly nose to nose with him, feeling her breasts pressed against his naked chest. He held her gaze, wanting his mouth to take hers. Wanting to slide a finger into the strap of her top and slide it over her shoulder so that she could free herself from the restricting fabric.
He wanted to, but he held himself back. He wanted this to be on her terms, and if she wanted it, he wanted it to be her choice. She watched him, her eyes bright even in the dying light. She tried pulling back, but at the last moment, she caved into the same desire, and allowed her lips to wrap around his.
She was exhilarating. Her skin was on fire as he caressed her shoulders and her back. Her lips burned into him as they tasted one another. He could feel her shudder under his touch, urging him to continue his exploration of her body. He was nervous about making her uncomfortable. When she grasped one of his roaming hands and pushed it down to her hip, and then her thigh, and between her legs, the heat burning at him, he knew that she wanted it just as much as he.
He was itching to explore her entire body, but he wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to make her feel appreciated and desired, admired for who she was, for her natural beauty. He wanted her to know that it wasn’t just about what he was going to get out of it, that it wasn’t just about his pleasure. He wanted to please her, he wanted Brea to shiver, shudder, moan and groan. He’d never wanted that for the woman he was with, but he wanted it for Brea.
Her thighs were tight around his fingers, in resistance to his touch. She had directed him there, but she seemed unsure of her decision. He massaged and caressed, the thick fabric of her jeans preventing him from truly getting a feel for her. Still, she reacted to his touch, moaning against his lips and spreading her knees slightly. Just enough for him to slide his hand upwards to the crease between her thighs. He didn’t want to put too much pressure on her, but he wanted to touch her, to feel her suppleness with the tips of his fingers. She moaned again, and for a moment he worried that she would push him away. Instead, she arched against him, welcoming his touch.
He lay her back against the cushioned seat of the couch. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned not only for her comfort, but for what they were getting themselves into. He wanted her to have no regrets.
She grinned, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, pulled him down to her. She was tiny compared to his tall, sturdy frame, and he was gentle with her because of it. It was as if he could crush her with a thought, and he was sure that it might be possible, not only physically, but mentally. Had he not noticed how bright and flawless her skin was? How red and luscious her lips were, slightly swollen from his mouth taking in hers, suckling at it playfully.
Her fingers tugged at the hairs at the base of his hairline, making the hairs on the rest of his neck stand on end. He traced her face with his fingers, his palm resting on her cheek for a moment as he watched her. He made her nervous, and he wanted to do all he could to put her mind at ease.
His hands found her neck and her shoulder, running down her side and avoiding her breasts, and then stayed on her hip. She pulled herself back from him so that she could look into his eyes for a moment. Brea was
When he woke to her hand on his chest and her lips warm against his cheek, he was surprised to find that he felt a shock of pleasure shoot through him from it. Something so simple, but he mentally sighed when she pulled away, wishing that she would linger just a moment longer. There was something about her that made him just want to feel her in every way.
His eyes had opened to find her watching him, and he could see that she’d had no intention of being caught. This revelation alone was enough to make him smile. He pulled her up so that she was nearly nose to nose with him, feeling her breasts pressed against his naked chest. He held her gaze, wanting his mouth to take hers. Wanting to slide a finger into the strap of her top and slide it over her shoulder so that she could free herself from the restricting fabric.
He wanted to, but he held himself back. He wanted this to be on her terms, and if she wanted it, he wanted it to be her choice. She watched him, her eyes bright even in the dying light. She tried pulling back, but at the last moment, she caved into the same desire, and allowed her lips to wrap around his.
She was exhilarating. Her skin was on fire as he caressed her shoulders and her back. Her lips burned into him as they tasted one another. He could feel her shudder under his touch, urging him to continue his exploration of her body. He was nervous about making her uncomfortable. When she grasped one of his roaming hands and pushed it down to her hip, and then her thigh, and between her legs, the heat burning at him, he knew that she wanted it just as much as he.
He was itching to explore her entire body, but he wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to make her feel appreciated and desired, admired for who she was, for her natural beauty. He wanted her to know that it wasn’t just about what he was going to get out of it, that it wasn’t just about his pleasure. He wanted to please her, he wanted Brea to shiver, shudder, moan and groan. He’d never wanted that for the woman he was with, but he wanted it for Brea.
Her thighs were tight around his fingers, in resistance to his touch. She had directed him there, but she seemed unsure of her decision. He massaged and caressed, the thick fabric of her jeans preventing him from truly getting a feel for her. Still, she reacted to his touch, moaning against his lips and spreading her knees slightly. Just enough for him to slide his hand upwards to the crease between her thighs. He didn’t want to put too much pressure on her, but he wanted to touch her, to feel her suppleness with the tips of his fingers. She moaned again, and for a moment he worried that she would push him away. Instead, she arched against him, welcoming his touch.
He lay her back against the cushioned seat of the couch. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned not only for her comfort, but for what they were getting themselves into. He wanted her to have no regrets.
She grinned, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, pulled him down to her. She was tiny compared to his tall, sturdy frame, and he was gentle with her because of it. It was as if he could crush her with a thought, and he was sure that it might be possible, not only physically, but mentally. Had he not noticed how bright and flawless her skin was? How red and luscious her lips were, slightly swollen from his mouth taking in hers, suckling at it playfully.
Her fingers tugged at the hairs at the base of his hairline, making the hairs on the rest of his neck stand on end. He traced her face with his fingers, his palm resting on her cheek for a moment as he watched her. He made her nervous, and he wanted to do all he could to put her mind at ease.
His hands found her neck and her shoulder, running down her side and avoiding her breasts, and then stayed on her hip. She pulled herself back from him so that she could look into his eyes for a moment. Brea was
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