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adversarial, but there was no fight in me. Only surrender. “What’s that?”
"The red dot over there is a radio tower." His slow, sexy smile was infectious, I couldn't help returning it.
"And you forgot to mention how they celebrated." He closed the space between our lips and erased every other thought but the feel of him from my mind.
It shouldn't have caught me by surprise, but it did, and I struggled to maintain my balance with reality. My plan had been to tease him and tempt him within an inch of his life, the way he’d done to me so many times before. But now, being with him, feeling liberated from the troubles that had held us back, all I wanted to do was pounce.
He tilted his head to the side to deepen our kiss and I pulled him in, stroking when he stroked, licking when he licked, our tongues moving together in sublime rhythm.
But it wasn't enough. I needed more of him.
I leaned up to grip the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I hated letting go of him for even a second, but the reward was well worth the sacrifice. He was gorgeous, all lean muscle and carved edges, and I was going to lick every inch of him until his taste was imprinted on my tongue.
I perched above him to loosen his belt and tugged his pants and boxers over his hips and down to his ankles.
He smiled at me as I went, but the smile disappeared as soon as I bent over him completely, trailing my tongue down the path from his navel to his erection before taking him into my mouth and sucking long and deep.
"Christ," he ground out and fisted his hand in my hair. I went on, working him up and down until the sweeping strokes on my nape turned into fingers gripping my shoulder, urgent and needy.
I swirled my tongue around the tip and watched as he arched back, every perfect muscle stretched and tensed to my attention. His breathing was shallow now, and with every dip of my head it grew shallower, faster.
And with every breath, I felt myself getting wetter. It was a struggle to continue. All I wanted was to take him into me and let him feel my warmth, to ride him and lose myself in him without anything between us. But the need to drive him wild was stronger and I pressed on, a surge of satisfaction coursing through me every time his fingertips dug into me. Watching as he closed his eyes and savored the feel of me. I squeezed my thighs together to quell the rising ache within me. I could wait. Release could wait as long as I got to keep touching him.
Just as I was near the point of breaking, he growled my name, his muttered words making my heart sing. "Enough. I need to have you."
I shuddered with pleasure and I plunged down, taking him deep into my throat again, once, twice, and one final time, savoring the way he grew impossibly harder in my mouth. The way his fingertips clutched at my skin.
"That’s it, Liv. I can’t take it.”
When I stood, I didn't bother to undress. At least not completely. I couldn’t wait that long. Instead, I hiked up my skirt and pulled off my underwear, tossing them to the side before straddling his thighs.
“I want to see you,” he groaned. “Take off your shirt.”
“We have all night,” I whispered against his mouth. Then I gripped him and teased the swollen head of his cock against my clit. Every tiny nerve ending came to life and I rocked against him, swiveling my hips back and forth until I was on the edge with him, near the precipice of release.
And then I plunged down, taking him in, pulling him deep as my body stretched to accommodate him. There was nothing in the world like him. Nothing.
He gripped my hips in his strong hands, holding me in place, but I wanted to ride him hard and fast, to give in to every wicked fantasy I’d ever had. I fought him, using my thighs to break his grip.
“Liv,” he grunted. “You gotta stop. I didn’t put on a condom.” I looked down at his beautiful face bathed in the moonlight, jaw tense, lips parted as he fought for breath.
As a boxer, he was
"The red dot over there is a radio tower." His slow, sexy smile was infectious, I couldn't help returning it.
"And you forgot to mention how they celebrated." He closed the space between our lips and erased every other thought but the feel of him from my mind.
It shouldn't have caught me by surprise, but it did, and I struggled to maintain my balance with reality. My plan had been to tease him and tempt him within an inch of his life, the way he’d done to me so many times before. But now, being with him, feeling liberated from the troubles that had held us back, all I wanted to do was pounce.
He tilted his head to the side to deepen our kiss and I pulled him in, stroking when he stroked, licking when he licked, our tongues moving together in sublime rhythm.
But it wasn't enough. I needed more of him.
I leaned up to grip the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I hated letting go of him for even a second, but the reward was well worth the sacrifice. He was gorgeous, all lean muscle and carved edges, and I was going to lick every inch of him until his taste was imprinted on my tongue.
I perched above him to loosen his belt and tugged his pants and boxers over his hips and down to his ankles.
He smiled at me as I went, but the smile disappeared as soon as I bent over him completely, trailing my tongue down the path from his navel to his erection before taking him into my mouth and sucking long and deep.
"Christ," he ground out and fisted his hand in my hair. I went on, working him up and down until the sweeping strokes on my nape turned into fingers gripping my shoulder, urgent and needy.
I swirled my tongue around the tip and watched as he arched back, every perfect muscle stretched and tensed to my attention. His breathing was shallow now, and with every dip of my head it grew shallower, faster.
And with every breath, I felt myself getting wetter. It was a struggle to continue. All I wanted was to take him into me and let him feel my warmth, to ride him and lose myself in him without anything between us. But the need to drive him wild was stronger and I pressed on, a surge of satisfaction coursing through me every time his fingertips dug into me. Watching as he closed his eyes and savored the feel of me. I squeezed my thighs together to quell the rising ache within me. I could wait. Release could wait as long as I got to keep touching him.
Just as I was near the point of breaking, he growled my name, his muttered words making my heart sing. "Enough. I need to have you."
I shuddered with pleasure and I plunged down, taking him deep into my throat again, once, twice, and one final time, savoring the way he grew impossibly harder in my mouth. The way his fingertips clutched at my skin.
"That’s it, Liv. I can’t take it.”
When I stood, I didn't bother to undress. At least not completely. I couldn’t wait that long. Instead, I hiked up my skirt and pulled off my underwear, tossing them to the side before straddling his thighs.
“I want to see you,” he groaned. “Take off your shirt.”
“We have all night,” I whispered against his mouth. Then I gripped him and teased the swollen head of his cock against my clit. Every tiny nerve ending came to life and I rocked against him, swiveling my hips back and forth until I was on the edge with him, near the precipice of release.
And then I plunged down, taking him in, pulling him deep as my body stretched to accommodate him. There was nothing in the world like him. Nothing.
He gripped my hips in his strong hands, holding me in place, but I wanted to ride him hard and fast, to give in to every wicked fantasy I’d ever had. I fought him, using my thighs to break his grip.
“Liv,” he grunted. “You gotta stop. I didn’t put on a condom.” I looked down at his beautiful face bathed in the moonlight, jaw tense, lips parted as he fought for breath.
As a boxer, he was
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