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with me.”
Samantha laughed but did as he asked and enjoyed the feeling, the sight of his buttons coming loose, one by one, even more. “And all this is mine,” she murmured softly as she revealed the sharp, defined rise of David’s chest. The soft, dense furring of dark hair. The sharp delineation between chest and abdomen, marked by smooth, taut skin. The brick-like undulations of his stomach. She’d seen guys without their shirts on. Lots of them. But none of them as delicious and perfect and just plain hot as David.
She hadn’t even got to his arms yet.
Tugging carefully, she eased his crisp shirt free of the waistband of his jeans, pulling slowly, like he’d asked. She was enthralled by the feel of his body. His skin was warm and vital beneath her fingers. He was endlessly huge, male and hard and Samantha felt like a junkie who’d just been turned on to the best high of her life.
When he leaned his head back and sighed quietly, she knew he liked it when she touched him. Liked the feel of her hands on him. With no clue what she was doing, Samantha simply let her instincts, her curiosity and need guide her. It seemed to be working—for both of them.
David found his patience came easy as he gave himself up to Samantha’s exploration of his body. To him, his size and strength were simply tools and he was caught off guard by how enthralled she was by them. He’d been without a woman for so long that when he thought about sexual gratification, he thought about grabbing a dirty magazine with one hand and his cock with the other. He’d forgotten his whole body was an erogenous zone. Could be in the hands of the right partner.
“Yes,” he murmured, “yours.” He eased his hand beneath her hair, loving the feel of the cool, heavy silk sliding between his fingers. The scent of flowers rose around him and he pulled her to him carefully, wanting to feel her mouth as well as her hands, not knowing if she’d want to. Aching for her to.
David groaned softly when Samantha lay her head on his chest. She turned her mouth to him, kissed him. It was a bare pursing of her lips. Then, sliding his dog tags out of the way, she smoothed her cheek against him. Her hands came up as well. The heels of them followed the hard rise of his pectorals in a slow, enthralled sweep then came back down. Her touch felt like electricity dancing on his skin. He groaned again when she pet him, sank her hands into the crisp curls on his chest and let them slide between her fingers.
Smiling at his response, Samantha felt him suck in his breath when she touched the smooth skin on his belly. It was taut yet surprisingly and erotically soft. She’d never thought anything so hard and burnished could be soft. Discovering that he obviously did spend time with his shirt off, she could have kicked him for never letting her see him like that before.
She was dying to kiss him. To touch all that hard, soft skin with her lips. Dipping her head, her mouth followed the progress of her hands, stroking every ridge, every swell of his diaphragm as he breathed, the tiny squares of muscle on the side of his body and she slid closer. She kissed each one, tasted his skin with the tip of her tongue, breathed him in, filled herself with his scent and taste and never wanted to stop.
“ Samantha .” Her name was a low entreaty, more rumble than real sound as it came from his lips. Without asking, without wheedling for compliments or declarations, she knew he loved the way she touched him. Knew she had the power to arouse and enthrall him and her own arousal ramped up another notch in response.
“ Wow, ” she breathed against his skin, not even realizing she’d spoken out loud until she heard her voice. “You haven’t laid a hand on me and I think I’m ready to come just from touching you.”
David’s body bucked in response to her words. His trapped cock twitched violently. “You keep talking dirty to me and I will come,” he gritted out.
Samantha
Samantha laughed but did as he asked and enjoyed the feeling, the sight of his buttons coming loose, one by one, even more. “And all this is mine,” she murmured softly as she revealed the sharp, defined rise of David’s chest. The soft, dense furring of dark hair. The sharp delineation between chest and abdomen, marked by smooth, taut skin. The brick-like undulations of his stomach. She’d seen guys without their shirts on. Lots of them. But none of them as delicious and perfect and just plain hot as David.
She hadn’t even got to his arms yet.
Tugging carefully, she eased his crisp shirt free of the waistband of his jeans, pulling slowly, like he’d asked. She was enthralled by the feel of his body. His skin was warm and vital beneath her fingers. He was endlessly huge, male and hard and Samantha felt like a junkie who’d just been turned on to the best high of her life.
When he leaned his head back and sighed quietly, she knew he liked it when she touched him. Liked the feel of her hands on him. With no clue what she was doing, Samantha simply let her instincts, her curiosity and need guide her. It seemed to be working—for both of them.
David found his patience came easy as he gave himself up to Samantha’s exploration of his body. To him, his size and strength were simply tools and he was caught off guard by how enthralled she was by them. He’d been without a woman for so long that when he thought about sexual gratification, he thought about grabbing a dirty magazine with one hand and his cock with the other. He’d forgotten his whole body was an erogenous zone. Could be in the hands of the right partner.
“Yes,” he murmured, “yours.” He eased his hand beneath her hair, loving the feel of the cool, heavy silk sliding between his fingers. The scent of flowers rose around him and he pulled her to him carefully, wanting to feel her mouth as well as her hands, not knowing if she’d want to. Aching for her to.
David groaned softly when Samantha lay her head on his chest. She turned her mouth to him, kissed him. It was a bare pursing of her lips. Then, sliding his dog tags out of the way, she smoothed her cheek against him. Her hands came up as well. The heels of them followed the hard rise of his pectorals in a slow, enthralled sweep then came back down. Her touch felt like electricity dancing on his skin. He groaned again when she pet him, sank her hands into the crisp curls on his chest and let them slide between her fingers.
Smiling at his response, Samantha felt him suck in his breath when she touched the smooth skin on his belly. It was taut yet surprisingly and erotically soft. She’d never thought anything so hard and burnished could be soft. Discovering that he obviously did spend time with his shirt off, she could have kicked him for never letting her see him like that before.
She was dying to kiss him. To touch all that hard, soft skin with her lips. Dipping her head, her mouth followed the progress of her hands, stroking every ridge, every swell of his diaphragm as he breathed, the tiny squares of muscle on the side of his body and she slid closer. She kissed each one, tasted his skin with the tip of her tongue, breathed him in, filled herself with his scent and taste and never wanted to stop.
“ Samantha .” Her name was a low entreaty, more rumble than real sound as it came from his lips. Without asking, without wheedling for compliments or declarations, she knew he loved the way she touched him. Knew she had the power to arouse and enthrall him and her own arousal ramped up another notch in response.
“ Wow, ” she breathed against his skin, not even realizing she’d spoken out loud until she heard her voice. “You haven’t laid a hand on me and I think I’m ready to come just from touching you.”
David’s body bucked in response to her words. His trapped cock twitched violently. “You keep talking dirty to me and I will come,” he gritted out.
Samantha
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