and touches my lips.
I gasp in surprise at his sudden advance, but I’m not complaining; I’m feeling way too good for any of that nonsense. My hands rest for a moment on the wall behind me, palms against the cool surface as I get my balance, and William continues to kiss me. My chest is heaving with the effort it takes to breathe through my strong arousal.
I’ve been told I’m a good kisser, but I know I’ve got nothing on the skills this man possesses. He might be all polite and proper and British on the surface, but oh my … underneath all that starch he’s someone else entirely. I absolutely know he’s going to be good in bed, just from this one kiss. He’s way too confident and coordinated not to be amazing at all of it.
It’s like we’ve done this a thousand times before, the way we fit together and somehow already know the rhythm we share. The shocks of pure adrenaline and sexual energy that are surging through my body aren’t just there because this is our first kiss. There’s something about this man that’s making me catch fire. I can’t even think straight. Luckily, my hands are moving of their own accord and they seem to know what they’re doing.
My palms rest lightly on his chest, my fingers playing with the ribbed edges of his tuxedo shirt. As our tongues come into play, my hands roam upwards. I touch the back of his hair and slip my fingers through the thick strands, grabbing some and using them to pull him down, deepening our kiss.
His hot breath washes over my lips and his tongue slides in and out of my mouth. He changes the angle of his approach so the kiss can go even farther. When his large hand settles over my breast and squeezes, I moan with the sparks of desire that explode between my legs.
Pressing into him elicits a responding groan from deep in his throat. He’s as hard as a rock. His entire length easily sinks into the thin material of my dress. I begin to rub myself on him, unable to resist the temptation when he’s so close and I’m so hot with desire.
He reaches his hand around me and grabs my rear end. Pulling me towards him, he adjusts his hips at the same time and settles his length in exactly the right spot against me. My hips are suddenly on auto-pilot, pulsing and grinding as the heat builds inside me. My panties are completely wet through.
Voices seep through my half-unconscious state.
Voices? Ack! People are coming! What the hell am I doing? Cinderella doesn’t bump and grind in the phone room!
I push him away, breaking our contact, and lean back on the wall. Its cool surface helps bring me back down to Earth. Smoothing my dress, I work at catching my breath and trying to look normal. With trembling hands, I reach up to put my hair back in place. I hadn’t even realized William’s hands were tossing it around until a big clump of it falls down into my face. I imagine myself looking like a half-drunk maniac.
He’s standing above me, his lips partly open in surprise. A moment later, his tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip. After he huffs out a burst of air, he bites his bottom lip and shakes his head slowly from side to side and gives me a somewhat bitter smile.
My heart does a double flip over the smoldering heat I see there.
When he reaches up to smooth his hair over, I instantly wish he hadn’t. I love the look of him out of control. I want to see it again, and soon. This charity ball was a stupid idea. We should have gone right to the bedroom.
I sigh heavily, trying to rid myself of the hot and heavy emotions that are still coursing through me. The voices have moved away from the phone area, but the mood has passed.
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” I finally ask, my breath almost under control. I clear my throat to sound more confident, gesturing out to the side. “Vintage phones?”
Half his mouth moves up in a grin as his hair falls over his eyes again. He smoothes it back once more. “Maybe.” He’s staring at me without
I gasp in surprise at his sudden advance, but I’m not complaining; I’m feeling way too good for any of that nonsense. My hands rest for a moment on the wall behind me, palms against the cool surface as I get my balance, and William continues to kiss me. My chest is heaving with the effort it takes to breathe through my strong arousal.
I’ve been told I’m a good kisser, but I know I’ve got nothing on the skills this man possesses. He might be all polite and proper and British on the surface, but oh my … underneath all that starch he’s someone else entirely. I absolutely know he’s going to be good in bed, just from this one kiss. He’s way too confident and coordinated not to be amazing at all of it.
It’s like we’ve done this a thousand times before, the way we fit together and somehow already know the rhythm we share. The shocks of pure adrenaline and sexual energy that are surging through my body aren’t just there because this is our first kiss. There’s something about this man that’s making me catch fire. I can’t even think straight. Luckily, my hands are moving of their own accord and they seem to know what they’re doing.
My palms rest lightly on his chest, my fingers playing with the ribbed edges of his tuxedo shirt. As our tongues come into play, my hands roam upwards. I touch the back of his hair and slip my fingers through the thick strands, grabbing some and using them to pull him down, deepening our kiss.
His hot breath washes over my lips and his tongue slides in and out of my mouth. He changes the angle of his approach so the kiss can go even farther. When his large hand settles over my breast and squeezes, I moan with the sparks of desire that explode between my legs.
Pressing into him elicits a responding groan from deep in his throat. He’s as hard as a rock. His entire length easily sinks into the thin material of my dress. I begin to rub myself on him, unable to resist the temptation when he’s so close and I’m so hot with desire.
He reaches his hand around me and grabs my rear end. Pulling me towards him, he adjusts his hips at the same time and settles his length in exactly the right spot against me. My hips are suddenly on auto-pilot, pulsing and grinding as the heat builds inside me. My panties are completely wet through.
Voices seep through my half-unconscious state.
Voices? Ack! People are coming! What the hell am I doing? Cinderella doesn’t bump and grind in the phone room!
I push him away, breaking our contact, and lean back on the wall. Its cool surface helps bring me back down to Earth. Smoothing my dress, I work at catching my breath and trying to look normal. With trembling hands, I reach up to put my hair back in place. I hadn’t even realized William’s hands were tossing it around until a big clump of it falls down into my face. I imagine myself looking like a half-drunk maniac.
He’s standing above me, his lips partly open in surprise. A moment later, his tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip. After he huffs out a burst of air, he bites his bottom lip and shakes his head slowly from side to side and gives me a somewhat bitter smile.
My heart does a double flip over the smoldering heat I see there.
When he reaches up to smooth his hair over, I instantly wish he hadn’t. I love the look of him out of control. I want to see it again, and soon. This charity ball was a stupid idea. We should have gone right to the bedroom.
I sigh heavily, trying to rid myself of the hot and heavy emotions that are still coursing through me. The voices have moved away from the phone area, but the mood has passed.
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” I finally ask, my breath almost under control. I clear my throat to sound more confident, gesturing out to the side. “Vintage phones?”
Half his mouth moves up in a grin as his hair falls over his eyes again. He smoothes it back once more. “Maybe.” He’s staring at me without
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