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“Because I want it, too.”
If his comment shocked her, he didn’t give her a chance to say anything. His lips replaced his thumb and gave the most tender kiss she’d received to date. She melted with desire and opened her mouth for him, tasting the breath mint he popped after the first kiss in the parking lot. His fingertips burned a trail of heated desire from her throat to her breasts. He slipped his hand under the skirt of her dress, and then under her panties. Does he read my mind and know my lust-filled thoughts? Once he started cupping her, she didn’t care. She lost all focus of the ensuing battle inside her.
The tigress won.
His long, firm fingers opened the folds of her soaking pussy. At his touch, she moaned with pleasure. His fingers do magical things to me . His touch set her afire with a blaze so hot she felt it deep in her body, but it didn’t burn. It excited her. He slipped the crotch of her panties to one side and her legs opened on their own accord, giving him better access. Her hands covered his to push it away, but instead, she realized she helped him reach the place she wanted him to go. The building of suppressed tension started to ease its way to the top. Her womb contracted with such a force she soaked herself. Something was happening to her and she doubted her every move. “Carter?” She breathed his name and pushed his hand away. She could only imagine the color of her heated cheeks. Automatically, her hands patted her cheeks. They blazed at her touch. She envisioned a beet-red tint, a color derived by her arousal for him, mixed with her embarrassment for the way she reacted to it. In the shadow of the Corvette, his heavy breathing sounded rushed and loud.
“What is it, Kelli?” Confusion laced his voice.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go that far.” She pulled her panties back into place and adjusted her dress back over her lap. The dark interior became a natural confidante to her. In it, she was blind to his anger and confusion and he to her embarrassment.
“Please don’t hate me,” she begged. “It’s just that you smelled so good and looked so…and I…”
“Kelli.” He took her hand into his. “First off, I could never hate you. I, or we, went too fast. We don’t have to rush anything. It’s up to you.”
His words of endearment elated her. She didn’t want to rush into anything. Knowing he didn’t hate her made the moment more special. “Carter, that means so much to me. The fact that you are willing to take it slow.”
She leaned forward to give him a small peck on the lips, just a brush of hers on his. Except, the tigress inside wanted to feel the heat of his skin on hers, to taste its salty pleasures. The second their lips touched, she lost sight of the goal to slow things down. She nibbled his lips as if tonight she tasted them for the first time. She deepened the kiss. Her hands roamed his body from his waist to his chest. His hard muscles enticed her to feel more and enjoy the exploration. His desires ignited and radiated heat from his pores. She smoothed her hand over his rock-hard shoulders and up his neck until her fingers threaded through his hair. Her hunger intensified. It wanted more. His hand eased up her leg and sent a powerful electric sensation through her. Soft fingertips found the folds of her clit again. She wanted to feel him inside her. Her legs opened to allow his finger to penetrate her swollen flesh. It wasn’t enough. Breaking the kiss, she shifted in her seat to better accommodate his probing finger. She faced him now. She thrust her hips up to meet his finger, but he didn’t begin to touch the deepest recesses of her desire. He wasn’t satisfying the tigress in her. She cupped his hand and opened her legs even more.
His finger stopped moving. “What do you want, Kelli?” he whispered.
She stopped her gentle thrusts. This was the question she both longed to hear and dreaded. Delirious with desire, she chose
“Because I want it, too.”
If his comment shocked her, he didn’t give her a chance to say anything. His lips replaced his thumb and gave the most tender kiss she’d received to date. She melted with desire and opened her mouth for him, tasting the breath mint he popped after the first kiss in the parking lot. His fingertips burned a trail of heated desire from her throat to her breasts. He slipped his hand under the skirt of her dress, and then under her panties. Does he read my mind and know my lust-filled thoughts? Once he started cupping her, she didn’t care. She lost all focus of the ensuing battle inside her.
The tigress won.
His long, firm fingers opened the folds of her soaking pussy. At his touch, she moaned with pleasure. His fingers do magical things to me . His touch set her afire with a blaze so hot she felt it deep in her body, but it didn’t burn. It excited her. He slipped the crotch of her panties to one side and her legs opened on their own accord, giving him better access. Her hands covered his to push it away, but instead, she realized she helped him reach the place she wanted him to go. The building of suppressed tension started to ease its way to the top. Her womb contracted with such a force she soaked herself. Something was happening to her and she doubted her every move. “Carter?” She breathed his name and pushed his hand away. She could only imagine the color of her heated cheeks. Automatically, her hands patted her cheeks. They blazed at her touch. She envisioned a beet-red tint, a color derived by her arousal for him, mixed with her embarrassment for the way she reacted to it. In the shadow of the Corvette, his heavy breathing sounded rushed and loud.
“What is it, Kelli?” Confusion laced his voice.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go that far.” She pulled her panties back into place and adjusted her dress back over her lap. The dark interior became a natural confidante to her. In it, she was blind to his anger and confusion and he to her embarrassment.
“Please don’t hate me,” she begged. “It’s just that you smelled so good and looked so…and I…”
“Kelli.” He took her hand into his. “First off, I could never hate you. I, or we, went too fast. We don’t have to rush anything. It’s up to you.”
His words of endearment elated her. She didn’t want to rush into anything. Knowing he didn’t hate her made the moment more special. “Carter, that means so much to me. The fact that you are willing to take it slow.”
She leaned forward to give him a small peck on the lips, just a brush of hers on his. Except, the tigress inside wanted to feel the heat of his skin on hers, to taste its salty pleasures. The second their lips touched, she lost sight of the goal to slow things down. She nibbled his lips as if tonight she tasted them for the first time. She deepened the kiss. Her hands roamed his body from his waist to his chest. His hard muscles enticed her to feel more and enjoy the exploration. His desires ignited and radiated heat from his pores. She smoothed her hand over his rock-hard shoulders and up his neck until her fingers threaded through his hair. Her hunger intensified. It wanted more. His hand eased up her leg and sent a powerful electric sensation through her. Soft fingertips found the folds of her clit again. She wanted to feel him inside her. Her legs opened to allow his finger to penetrate her swollen flesh. It wasn’t enough. Breaking the kiss, she shifted in her seat to better accommodate his probing finger. She faced him now. She thrust her hips up to meet his finger, but he didn’t begin to touch the deepest recesses of her desire. He wasn’t satisfying the tigress in her. She cupped his hand and opened her legs even more.
His finger stopped moving. “What do you want, Kelli?” he whispered.
She stopped her gentle thrusts. This was the question she both longed to hear and dreaded. Delirious with desire, she chose
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