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pants.
“Ruby,” he growled, thrusting himself into my hand. “That’s not the key.”
“It’s the key to something.”
Brent sucked on my earlobe, as I stroked him in the hallway without any regard for who may see us. When it dawned on me that he wasn’t interested enough in finding the key, I took my hand from behind his head and reached into his pocket.
“Other one,” he barely got out. “It’s in the other pocket.”
Removing my hand from his hard-on, I searched for the key on the other side of his pants. With me stirring around in his pockets, Brent leaned back against the door and rested his palms behind his head, clearly enjoying how I was occupying my hands.
I found the key, but kept playing in his pockets and teasingly stroked him some more. His impish grin came and went depending on the amount of pressure I used.
“You can open the door now,” he insisted.
“You didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to get inside before.”
“Oh, I’m more than ready now.” He lifted his eyebrows.
I teased him one more time along his length and then took out the key, reached around him and unlocked the door. He pushed it open with his back and pulled me inside with him.
Playfully, I broke from his grasp, making my way toward the bed. Without any warning, Brent grabbed me from behind as I stepped down the short hallway toward the main part of the room. I stilled, gasping, when his firm chest pressed against my back. My jacket was on the floor in one quick movement. His hand swept the blanket of hair from my back and over my shoulder. He then pulled the strap of my dress down my arm.
“I’m so sick of this dress,” he said urgently, as he tugged the other strap away from my shoulder. The stretchy material gave way, allowing him to pull it down, exposing my naked breasts. “Did you not wear a bra just to tease me all night?” he asked, referring the dress he complimented me on all evening at dinner.
“Maybe,” I taunted.
Brent’s quick hands continued to slide the dress down, over my hips, until gravity took hold and it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of the black cotton sheath and flicked off my shoes. Turning around, I laced my fingers together behind his neck and plunged my tongue into his mouth, moaning loudly.
He grabbed my thighs, lifted me up, and my legs hitched together behind his back. Brent took us to the bed and sat down. Leaning back in his lap, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and loosened the zipper. I reached around, yanking the shirt from his back and then pressed our naked chests to one another. His hands glided up my spine and pulled us closer together as he connected his lips with my own, tangling our tongues.
Brent lifted me effortlessly and laid me down on my back. He stood up and stared at me in the dark room illuminated by the city lights.
“What?” I giggled, placing my hands behind my head while lifting my foot to play with the waistband of his boxers.
His hands snatched my wandering foot and he began to smooth his palms up my calf to my knee. The look in his eye was so serious that it brought my giggly mood to a standstill.
“What?” I asked again, this time with no humor.
“Nothing,” he said with a smirk. “Nothing at all.”
His hands slid up the sides of my legs until they reached my panties. He hooked his fingers around the minute piece of material on each side, shimmied them down my legs, and tossed them to the side of the room. Quickly, with an evident loss of patience, he toed off his shoes and pushed his pants, along with the boxers, down to the ground.
Looking at him in and all his naked glory, I knew just how much I loved him. He truly was mine and I willingly, in every way, belonged to him.
Brent’s eyes roved over my body and I could tell he was having similar thoughts.
“I love you,” I told him with all of my heart and soul.
He smiled. “I love you, too.”
He leaned down and began to kiss me from my knees to my hips,
“Ruby,” he growled, thrusting himself into my hand. “That’s not the key.”
“It’s the key to something.”
Brent sucked on my earlobe, as I stroked him in the hallway without any regard for who may see us. When it dawned on me that he wasn’t interested enough in finding the key, I took my hand from behind his head and reached into his pocket.
“Other one,” he barely got out. “It’s in the other pocket.”
Removing my hand from his hard-on, I searched for the key on the other side of his pants. With me stirring around in his pockets, Brent leaned back against the door and rested his palms behind his head, clearly enjoying how I was occupying my hands.
I found the key, but kept playing in his pockets and teasingly stroked him some more. His impish grin came and went depending on the amount of pressure I used.
“You can open the door now,” he insisted.
“You didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to get inside before.”
“Oh, I’m more than ready now.” He lifted his eyebrows.
I teased him one more time along his length and then took out the key, reached around him and unlocked the door. He pushed it open with his back and pulled me inside with him.
Playfully, I broke from his grasp, making my way toward the bed. Without any warning, Brent grabbed me from behind as I stepped down the short hallway toward the main part of the room. I stilled, gasping, when his firm chest pressed against my back. My jacket was on the floor in one quick movement. His hand swept the blanket of hair from my back and over my shoulder. He then pulled the strap of my dress down my arm.
“I’m so sick of this dress,” he said urgently, as he tugged the other strap away from my shoulder. The stretchy material gave way, allowing him to pull it down, exposing my naked breasts. “Did you not wear a bra just to tease me all night?” he asked, referring the dress he complimented me on all evening at dinner.
“Maybe,” I taunted.
Brent’s quick hands continued to slide the dress down, over my hips, until gravity took hold and it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of the black cotton sheath and flicked off my shoes. Turning around, I laced my fingers together behind his neck and plunged my tongue into his mouth, moaning loudly.
He grabbed my thighs, lifted me up, and my legs hitched together behind his back. Brent took us to the bed and sat down. Leaning back in his lap, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and loosened the zipper. I reached around, yanking the shirt from his back and then pressed our naked chests to one another. His hands glided up my spine and pulled us closer together as he connected his lips with my own, tangling our tongues.
Brent lifted me effortlessly and laid me down on my back. He stood up and stared at me in the dark room illuminated by the city lights.
“What?” I giggled, placing my hands behind my head while lifting my foot to play with the waistband of his boxers.
His hands snatched my wandering foot and he began to smooth his palms up my calf to my knee. The look in his eye was so serious that it brought my giggly mood to a standstill.
“What?” I asked again, this time with no humor.
“Nothing,” he said with a smirk. “Nothing at all.”
His hands slid up the sides of my legs until they reached my panties. He hooked his fingers around the minute piece of material on each side, shimmied them down my legs, and tossed them to the side of the room. Quickly, with an evident loss of patience, he toed off his shoes and pushed his pants, along with the boxers, down to the ground.
Looking at him in and all his naked glory, I knew just how much I loved him. He truly was mine and I willingly, in every way, belonged to him.
Brent’s eyes roved over my body and I could tell he was having similar thoughts.
“I love you,” I told him with all of my heart and soul.
He smiled. “I love you, too.”
He leaned down and began to kiss me from my knees to my hips,
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