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"God, you're gorgeous,” he murmured into her ear. Hands sliding over her skin, he turned her in his arms so she faced him. She leaned back a little and opened her heavy eyes to look at him.
"So are you.” She put her hands on him like she'd wanted to all night, slid them down his back until they reached that tight butt she'd admired earlier, slipped them in the pockets of his jeans. She pulled him forward. His erection pressed firmly against her, and now he groaned. She tipped her hips forward to meet him, and the melting ache between her legs was so sweet, it was almost unbearable.
"I've been hot for you ever since I saw you sitting beside me at the bar that night,” he whispered raggedly.
"I know.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back in helpless delight. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, either."
"Really?” His hands sifted through her hair, fisted, and he pulled her head towards him for a kiss. His mouth covered hers in a long, deep, wet kiss, his tongue languidly rubbing hers even as he rubbed his body against hers. God, it was more than she could stand. The ache low in her belly throbbed, and she rubbed him back, almost climbing onto him in her excitement. The kiss grew hotter, wetter, and his hands tightened almost painfully in her hair.
"Oh, man,” he groaned. “You're incredible, Ashlyn.” His mouth slid over her cheek, down the side of her neck, sending delicious shivers over her body. Her nipples puckered even harder, and she pressed her aching breasts against him.
He kissed her again, his mouth opening hers even wider, hot and deep and wet. She felt dizzy. She kissed him back, sliding her arms up his warm, broad back, holding him tightly. His mouth lifted from hers and he touched his tongue to her lips, licked, and then thrust into her mouth again.
His hands relaxed in her hair, and he let the strands slide though his fingers as he lowered his hands to her shoulders. The tips of his fingers slid under the straps of her tank top and lower, to touch the tops of her swelling breasts. She wanted more and without thinking, she took a step back from him, reached for the hem of her top, and yanked it off over her head.
She looked at his face, his eyes glazed and hot as he gazed at her breasts swelling out of the cups of her bra. It wasn't the sexiest bra she owned, a basic T-shirt bra in pink flowered cotton, but he seemed fascinated by it. She smiled and lifted her arms to twine them around his neck.
"Ashlyn,” he said hoarsely, his hands lifting to her breasts, cupping their fullness. Then his fingers searched for the clasp, which he seemed to know was at the front, and with a quick flick he had it open and pushed her bra back off her shoulders.
She shrugged so it fell off her arms, dropping to the deck behind her, and leaned into his hands. God! His touch on her breasts felt so good. It was almost beyond bearing, and she felt herself go wetter between her legs.
The soft breeze off the ocean cooled her heated skin and gently blew her long hair around her face. The waves rolling onto shore created a distant, hushed sound as her ears roared with lust.
His fingers touched her hard nipples, plucked at them, gently pulled at them, sending tugs right to her womb. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure that was almost pain. Then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.
Sensations shot through her to her core, jolting her, as he sucked on the tip of her breast. “Oh God!” she cried and clutched his hair, pulling his head to her breast for more. “God, Zach."
He slowly let her nipple slide out of his tugging mouth, then kissed his way over to her other breast and did the same.
She writhed beneath his hand and his mouth as he sucked, softly, wetly on her breast. She thought she might die if that aching emptiness between her legs wasn't filled, and again she pushed her hips forward, seeking
"God, you're gorgeous,” he murmured into her ear. Hands sliding over her skin, he turned her in his arms so she faced him. She leaned back a little and opened her heavy eyes to look at him.
"So are you.” She put her hands on him like she'd wanted to all night, slid them down his back until they reached that tight butt she'd admired earlier, slipped them in the pockets of his jeans. She pulled him forward. His erection pressed firmly against her, and now he groaned. She tipped her hips forward to meet him, and the melting ache between her legs was so sweet, it was almost unbearable.
"I've been hot for you ever since I saw you sitting beside me at the bar that night,” he whispered raggedly.
"I know.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back in helpless delight. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, either."
"Really?” His hands sifted through her hair, fisted, and he pulled her head towards him for a kiss. His mouth covered hers in a long, deep, wet kiss, his tongue languidly rubbing hers even as he rubbed his body against hers. God, it was more than she could stand. The ache low in her belly throbbed, and she rubbed him back, almost climbing onto him in her excitement. The kiss grew hotter, wetter, and his hands tightened almost painfully in her hair.
"Oh, man,” he groaned. “You're incredible, Ashlyn.” His mouth slid over her cheek, down the side of her neck, sending delicious shivers over her body. Her nipples puckered even harder, and she pressed her aching breasts against him.
He kissed her again, his mouth opening hers even wider, hot and deep and wet. She felt dizzy. She kissed him back, sliding her arms up his warm, broad back, holding him tightly. His mouth lifted from hers and he touched his tongue to her lips, licked, and then thrust into her mouth again.
His hands relaxed in her hair, and he let the strands slide though his fingers as he lowered his hands to her shoulders. The tips of his fingers slid under the straps of her tank top and lower, to touch the tops of her swelling breasts. She wanted more and without thinking, she took a step back from him, reached for the hem of her top, and yanked it off over her head.
She looked at his face, his eyes glazed and hot as he gazed at her breasts swelling out of the cups of her bra. It wasn't the sexiest bra she owned, a basic T-shirt bra in pink flowered cotton, but he seemed fascinated by it. She smiled and lifted her arms to twine them around his neck.
"Ashlyn,” he said hoarsely, his hands lifting to her breasts, cupping their fullness. Then his fingers searched for the clasp, which he seemed to know was at the front, and with a quick flick he had it open and pushed her bra back off her shoulders.
She shrugged so it fell off her arms, dropping to the deck behind her, and leaned into his hands. God! His touch on her breasts felt so good. It was almost beyond bearing, and she felt herself go wetter between her legs.
The soft breeze off the ocean cooled her heated skin and gently blew her long hair around her face. The waves rolling onto shore created a distant, hushed sound as her ears roared with lust.
His fingers touched her hard nipples, plucked at them, gently pulled at them, sending tugs right to her womb. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure that was almost pain. Then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.
Sensations shot through her to her core, jolting her, as he sucked on the tip of her breast. “Oh God!” she cried and clutched his hair, pulling his head to her breast for more. “God, Zach."
He slowly let her nipple slide out of his tugging mouth, then kissed his way over to her other breast and did the same.
She writhed beneath his hand and his mouth as he sucked, softly, wetly on her breast. She thought she might die if that aching emptiness between her legs wasn't filled, and again she pushed her hips forward, seeking
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