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on. A woman wants to be romanced and seduced.”
Her eyes were wide with amazement now and he had to hide his chuckle of amusement. She was glued to his every word.
“A man should make sure the woman has an orgasm first, and if possible has at least two. That’s job number one. If she isn’t satisfied and exhausted from your lovemaking then you’re half-assing it.” Hadn’t Gerald Monroe always told Jared that any job worth doing was worth doing well? He’d taken his father’s words to heart. “Maybe we should get these clothes out of the way.”
His hands slid under her sweater, inching it up until her midriff was on display. He pressed kisses from her waistband up her belly until the cotton of her bra halted him. Wanting to make this last for her, he dragged his tongue down her rib cage and then around to her belly button. Misty giggled and wriggled underneath him, brushing his denim-covered cock and taking his breath away.
Her skin was creamy and velvet-soft, and he had to deliberately slow himself down as he gently tugged the knitted monstrosity over her head while his lips and tongue traveled up the sweet scented valley between her breasts and then under the lace edge of her bra. He tossed the sweater to the side and continued to rain kisses across her shoulders all the way down to her delicate artist’s fingertips, loving the groans and sighs she emitted with each tender touch.
Jared nuzzled her neck while his fingers grazed her stomach on the way to the button on her jeans. He slid them open and tugged the zipper down slowly, letting his lips create a path down the middle of her torso all the way to the elastic of her white cotton panties.
He had to close his eyes and concentrate on his breathing so he could keep up this slow and steady pace. She didn’t need him coming on too strong and ravishing her like a caveman. He would treat tonight as if this was her first time. In a way it was…this was the first time she’d know true passion. He’d make sure of it.
Working the thick denim down her legs, her baggy jeans joined the sweater in a pile on the floor. He knelt beside her and let his gaze run up and down this woman who was looking up at him so trustingly.
What he saw took his breath away.
She looked like an angel.
An angel with hourglass perfect curves that he couldn’t wait to worship and praise. In fact, he was going to start right now.
“You’re gorgeous, Misty. So fucking beautiful. I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing you are. I wish I did but you take my breath away.” He lifted her hand and pressed her fingers to his hard cock pushing for release from the confines of the denim. He bit back his groan of frustration as her palm pressed and rubbed against his fly. “This is what you do to me. I swear I could pound nails with my dick, I’m so hard. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now, right here.”
His compliments had turned her already pink cheeks a bright red and it spread all the way down to the curve of her luscious breasts. Her arm was crossed over her chest but it only served to push them up temptingly. If he didn’t make love to her soon his cock and balls were going to explode in a burst of flames.
“I’m too heavy,” she whispered, her gaze darting everywhere, unable to look him in the eye.
“Are you kidding? You’re perfect. Why do you cover up this gorgeous body with those clothes that are two sizes too big? You should be showing it off and making us men drool on our chins.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “I didn’t want people to think…”
Her voice trailed away but he got the idea. She didn’t want anyone to think she was like her mother. Somewhere along the line she’d taken it to the extreme, suppressing her own healthy sexual appetite. But tonight he hoped she would throw away all that baggage.
And let herself go.
Nothing had prepared Misty for Jared’s assault to her senses. She felt
Her eyes were wide with amazement now and he had to hide his chuckle of amusement. She was glued to his every word.
“A man should make sure the woman has an orgasm first, and if possible has at least two. That’s job number one. If she isn’t satisfied and exhausted from your lovemaking then you’re half-assing it.” Hadn’t Gerald Monroe always told Jared that any job worth doing was worth doing well? He’d taken his father’s words to heart. “Maybe we should get these clothes out of the way.”
His hands slid under her sweater, inching it up until her midriff was on display. He pressed kisses from her waistband up her belly until the cotton of her bra halted him. Wanting to make this last for her, he dragged his tongue down her rib cage and then around to her belly button. Misty giggled and wriggled underneath him, brushing his denim-covered cock and taking his breath away.
Her skin was creamy and velvet-soft, and he had to deliberately slow himself down as he gently tugged the knitted monstrosity over her head while his lips and tongue traveled up the sweet scented valley between her breasts and then under the lace edge of her bra. He tossed the sweater to the side and continued to rain kisses across her shoulders all the way down to her delicate artist’s fingertips, loving the groans and sighs she emitted with each tender touch.
Jared nuzzled her neck while his fingers grazed her stomach on the way to the button on her jeans. He slid them open and tugged the zipper down slowly, letting his lips create a path down the middle of her torso all the way to the elastic of her white cotton panties.
He had to close his eyes and concentrate on his breathing so he could keep up this slow and steady pace. She didn’t need him coming on too strong and ravishing her like a caveman. He would treat tonight as if this was her first time. In a way it was…this was the first time she’d know true passion. He’d make sure of it.
Working the thick denim down her legs, her baggy jeans joined the sweater in a pile on the floor. He knelt beside her and let his gaze run up and down this woman who was looking up at him so trustingly.
What he saw took his breath away.
She looked like an angel.
An angel with hourglass perfect curves that he couldn’t wait to worship and praise. In fact, he was going to start right now.
“You’re gorgeous, Misty. So fucking beautiful. I don’t even have the words to describe how amazing you are. I wish I did but you take my breath away.” He lifted her hand and pressed her fingers to his hard cock pushing for release from the confines of the denim. He bit back his groan of frustration as her palm pressed and rubbed against his fly. “This is what you do to me. I swear I could pound nails with my dick, I’m so hard. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now, right here.”
His compliments had turned her already pink cheeks a bright red and it spread all the way down to the curve of her luscious breasts. Her arm was crossed over her chest but it only served to push them up temptingly. If he didn’t make love to her soon his cock and balls were going to explode in a burst of flames.
“I’m too heavy,” she whispered, her gaze darting everywhere, unable to look him in the eye.
“Are you kidding? You’re perfect. Why do you cover up this gorgeous body with those clothes that are two sizes too big? You should be showing it off and making us men drool on our chins.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “I didn’t want people to think…”
Her voice trailed away but he got the idea. She didn’t want anyone to think she was like her mother. Somewhere along the line she’d taken it to the extreme, suppressing her own healthy sexual appetite. But tonight he hoped she would throw away all that baggage.
And let herself go.
Nothing had prepared Misty for Jared’s assault to her senses. She felt
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