savoring every movement and every touch.
He kissed the tops of my
breasts where they rose round and full above the seams of my bra. My nipples were
hard under the lavender lace. He reached behind my back to unhook the clasp.
The delicate straps slid loosely down my arms, and the flimsy strip of material
fell into the space between us.
He cupped my exposed breasts
with the palms of his hands and rubbed his thumbs teasingly over my nipples. He
took each of my breasts in his mouth, sucking gently at first and then more
forcefully, circling each nipple with his tongue, his moist lips opening and
closing in a steady rhythm.
The play of his nimble tongue
over my sensitive flesh sent me into panting throes of desire. I gripped the
back of his neck, digging my fingers into his hair, and pressed my hips hard against
him, feeling the solid bulge of his massive erection. He wrapped his strong arms
around my back, lifting and lowering me onto the bed of blankets. All other
thoughts evaporated in the hunger of his embrace.
He plucked the thin
waistband of my panties with both hands, slid them down my legs and over my
feet, and tossed them aside where they fluttered on the breeze. His eyes eagerly
traveled the entire length of my naked body. I felt the heat of his ravenous
gaze on every inch of my bare skin. He swept his fingertips in a slow curving
path from my shoulders, over the smooth contours of my breasts, and across my
trembling stomach.
I swallowed hard. His
rough hands gripped my knees and spread my legs wide apart. His fingers danced all
the way up the soft skin of my inner thighs. I was fully open and glistening
wet. He provokingly caressed my throbbing clit with his thumb. I squirmed in
agonized delight and groaned quietly.
“This has to be for
real, Brinley. I can’t lose you again.” He leaned forward and planted his hands
on either side of my head. His eyes searched out mine in the darkness. “You
can’t run away.”
My brain flashed back to
an image of Granton saying those exact words. You can’t run away . It had
been a threat then, with his nails digging into the underside of my chin and
twisting my neck until I could no longer breathe. This time was different. Now
it was a question and a plea. Cayne was baring his vulnerable heart and asking
me to stay with him. Please don’t run away. Please don’t leave me.
“I promise. You won’t
lose me. Whatever happens, we will be together.” I meant every word as I stared
into his soulful green eyes. He kissed me gently on the lips.
“Good. Because right now
I want to show you everything you’ve been missing all these years.” His devilish
dimpled smirk reappeared. I couldn’t help but smile in response. He reached
over my head and rummaged in the truck’s passenger cab for a few seconds,
emerging with a condom.
“You came prepared,” I
joked. My fingers grabbed for his jeans, unhooking the button and unzipping the
fly.
“It was wishful
thinking, I suppose.”
“Well, that wish is
about to come true.”
I lowered his jeans. He
kicked them off over his ankles. I massaged my palm against his erection,
feeling its impressive size and rigid power through his cotton boxers. Then I
flipped the boxers down and over his thighs and coiled my hand around his massive
shaft, stroking it while he emitted a throaty growl.
“Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, mischief twinkling in his eyes.
“Give me everything
you’ve got.”
“You asked for it,” he
said with a wink and a grin.
He slid on the condom and
positioned himself above me. My heart raced out of control. My breasts and
stomach rose and fell with each shuddering breath.
With a low emphatic groan
that sent shivers into my very core, he thrust himself fully and deeply into
me, plunging long and thick and hard. He pulled out slowly and pushed in deeper,
sliding into my slick wetness with another rumbling growl.
“I fantasized about this
so many times,” he said
He kissed the tops of my
breasts where they rose round and full above the seams of my bra. My nipples were
hard under the lavender lace. He reached behind my back to unhook the clasp.
The delicate straps slid loosely down my arms, and the flimsy strip of material
fell into the space between us.
He cupped my exposed breasts
with the palms of his hands and rubbed his thumbs teasingly over my nipples. He
took each of my breasts in his mouth, sucking gently at first and then more
forcefully, circling each nipple with his tongue, his moist lips opening and
closing in a steady rhythm.
The play of his nimble tongue
over my sensitive flesh sent me into panting throes of desire. I gripped the
back of his neck, digging my fingers into his hair, and pressed my hips hard against
him, feeling the solid bulge of his massive erection. He wrapped his strong arms
around my back, lifting and lowering me onto the bed of blankets. All other
thoughts evaporated in the hunger of his embrace.
He plucked the thin
waistband of my panties with both hands, slid them down my legs and over my
feet, and tossed them aside where they fluttered on the breeze. His eyes eagerly
traveled the entire length of my naked body. I felt the heat of his ravenous
gaze on every inch of my bare skin. He swept his fingertips in a slow curving
path from my shoulders, over the smooth contours of my breasts, and across my
trembling stomach.
I swallowed hard. His
rough hands gripped my knees and spread my legs wide apart. His fingers danced all
the way up the soft skin of my inner thighs. I was fully open and glistening
wet. He provokingly caressed my throbbing clit with his thumb. I squirmed in
agonized delight and groaned quietly.
“This has to be for
real, Brinley. I can’t lose you again.” He leaned forward and planted his hands
on either side of my head. His eyes searched out mine in the darkness. “You
can’t run away.”
My brain flashed back to
an image of Granton saying those exact words. You can’t run away . It had
been a threat then, with his nails digging into the underside of my chin and
twisting my neck until I could no longer breathe. This time was different. Now
it was a question and a plea. Cayne was baring his vulnerable heart and asking
me to stay with him. Please don’t run away. Please don’t leave me.
“I promise. You won’t
lose me. Whatever happens, we will be together.” I meant every word as I stared
into his soulful green eyes. He kissed me gently on the lips.
“Good. Because right now
I want to show you everything you’ve been missing all these years.” His devilish
dimpled smirk reappeared. I couldn’t help but smile in response. He reached
over my head and rummaged in the truck’s passenger cab for a few seconds,
emerging with a condom.
“You came prepared,” I
joked. My fingers grabbed for his jeans, unhooking the button and unzipping the
fly.
“It was wishful
thinking, I suppose.”
“Well, that wish is
about to come true.”
I lowered his jeans. He
kicked them off over his ankles. I massaged my palm against his erection,
feeling its impressive size and rigid power through his cotton boxers. Then I
flipped the boxers down and over his thighs and coiled my hand around his massive
shaft, stroking it while he emitted a throaty growl.
“Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, mischief twinkling in his eyes.
“Give me everything
you’ve got.”
“You asked for it,” he
said with a wink and a grin.
He slid on the condom and
positioned himself above me. My heart raced out of control. My breasts and
stomach rose and fell with each shuddering breath.
With a low emphatic groan
that sent shivers into my very core, he thrust himself fully and deeply into
me, plunging long and thick and hard. He pulled out slowly and pushed in deeper,
sliding into my slick wetness with another rumbling growl.
“I fantasized about this
so many times,” he said
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