shirt with her fists. "Don't stop," she said when he let
go of her hair.
"I'm
not," he assured her, reaching down to slide his fingers under the straps
of her tank top. "I promise . " He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.
Lily threw her
head back, suddenly so aroused she couldn't think straight. "Matt, God—" She threaded her
fingers into his hair as he mouthed down until his lips were poised right over
a nipple. "Yes," she said,
urging his head closer.
His lips closed
over the erect nub right through her clothes. He breathed out, heating the soft cloth of her
shirt and she sucked in a gasp. He
chuckled, then slid his hands up underneath her top. "Take this off . "
"You
too," she said, letting him pull her tank top over her head. Her breasts bounced out and his face went
taut, hands immediately going to her bosom.
Thank God
I'm wearing my new bra, she thought, hating the
idea of what he would think of her wearing a ratty old cotton bra that no
longer fit quite right.
His thumbs
flicked over her nipples, sending sparks of heat through her. She moaned, holding his wrists. The lace that held her breasts in place did
nothing to disguise the perkiness of her nipples.
"Yeah,
fuck. That's just gorgeous," he
muttered, flicking his fingers again and again until she writhed.
"Matt, you
too . " She tugged at his shirt ineffectually.
He shrugged her
hands away and took it off in one swift movement. She stared at his chest as he went back to
tormenting her. He has muscles on top
of muscles , she thought vaguely, trying to catch her breath. She traced her hands over him, delighting in
the crisp hair on his pecs. When a
finger caught on his nipple, he groaned, head dropping down to kiss her again.
"God,
Matt, what are you doing to me?" she asked when he let her up for air.
"That's my
question," he muttered, trying to get her bra unhooked. He wasn't having much luck. He yanked at it and she laughed under her
breath.
"Here. Let me," she said, reaching behind her
back. She undid the clasp easily, and
then held the lace up to her bare breasts uneasily. She knew he knew she wasn't skinny, but
somehow, letting go of the little scrap of fabric was more honesty than she
could bear.
"Mmmm, Lily. You're so pretty," he said, seemingly not
noticing her hesitation. He dropped his
head into her cleavage, kissing his way over her fingers until his mouth nudged
them aside. He licked her nipple, then took it into his mouth, sucking hard.
Lily cried out,
forgetting about her embarrassment, forgetting about everything except what he
was doing to her. "Oh my God, don't
stop . " She let go of the bra and fisted his
hair, holding on tightly. He chuckled
against her skin and moved to her other breast, plucking the nipple he
abandoned with his fingers.
"You taste
like strawberries," he said, licking broad strokes along her skin.
She shivered,
hot and cold at the same time. Her pussy
ached and she moved restlessly under him. "More," she pleaded.
"I'll give
you what you need," he said, kissing down her stomach.
Lily tried to
suck her fat in, but he just laughed. "What are you doing?" he asked, fingers busy unbuttoning her jeans.
"Nothing,"
she said, sure her face was flushed.
"Stop
it," he said, rubbing his stubble along her belly.
The gentle
scratch of it felt good and she wrapped her legs around his waist. If he weren’t so obviously lodged right in
between her legs, she would think she was dreaming. He bit her along her waist, gently, then dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, making her
giggle.
"Come on,
Matt. Kiss me again," she told him,
trying to pull him back up to her mouth.
"Oh, don't
worry. I'm going to kiss you," he
said, wrestling her jeans open. He
pulled them down, grabbing her panties and stripping them off before she
understood what was happening.
"Fuck me,
you're beautiful," he breathed, sitting back on his
go of her hair.
"I'm
not," he assured her, reaching down to slide his fingers under the straps
of her tank top. "I promise . " He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.
Lily threw her
head back, suddenly so aroused she couldn't think straight. "Matt, God—" She threaded her
fingers into his hair as he mouthed down until his lips were poised right over
a nipple. "Yes," she said,
urging his head closer.
His lips closed
over the erect nub right through her clothes. He breathed out, heating the soft cloth of her
shirt and she sucked in a gasp. He
chuckled, then slid his hands up underneath her top. "Take this off . "
"You
too," she said, letting him pull her tank top over her head. Her breasts bounced out and his face went
taut, hands immediately going to her bosom.
Thank God
I'm wearing my new bra, she thought, hating the
idea of what he would think of her wearing a ratty old cotton bra that no
longer fit quite right.
His thumbs
flicked over her nipples, sending sparks of heat through her. She moaned, holding his wrists. The lace that held her breasts in place did
nothing to disguise the perkiness of her nipples.
"Yeah,
fuck. That's just gorgeous," he
muttered, flicking his fingers again and again until she writhed.
"Matt, you
too . " She tugged at his shirt ineffectually.
He shrugged her
hands away and took it off in one swift movement. She stared at his chest as he went back to
tormenting her. He has muscles on top
of muscles , she thought vaguely, trying to catch her breath. She traced her hands over him, delighting in
the crisp hair on his pecs. When a
finger caught on his nipple, he groaned, head dropping down to kiss her again.
"God,
Matt, what are you doing to me?" she asked when he let her up for air.
"That's my
question," he muttered, trying to get her bra unhooked. He wasn't having much luck. He yanked at it and she laughed under her
breath.
"Here. Let me," she said, reaching behind her
back. She undid the clasp easily, and
then held the lace up to her bare breasts uneasily. She knew he knew she wasn't skinny, but
somehow, letting go of the little scrap of fabric was more honesty than she
could bear.
"Mmmm, Lily. You're so pretty," he said, seemingly not
noticing her hesitation. He dropped his
head into her cleavage, kissing his way over her fingers until his mouth nudged
them aside. He licked her nipple, then took it into his mouth, sucking hard.
Lily cried out,
forgetting about her embarrassment, forgetting about everything except what he
was doing to her. "Oh my God, don't
stop . " She let go of the bra and fisted his
hair, holding on tightly. He chuckled
against her skin and moved to her other breast, plucking the nipple he
abandoned with his fingers.
"You taste
like strawberries," he said, licking broad strokes along her skin.
She shivered,
hot and cold at the same time. Her pussy
ached and she moved restlessly under him. "More," she pleaded.
"I'll give
you what you need," he said, kissing down her stomach.
Lily tried to
suck her fat in, but he just laughed. "What are you doing?" he asked, fingers busy unbuttoning her jeans.
"Nothing,"
she said, sure her face was flushed.
"Stop
it," he said, rubbing his stubble along her belly.
The gentle
scratch of it felt good and she wrapped her legs around his waist. If he weren’t so obviously lodged right in
between her legs, she would think she was dreaming. He bit her along her waist, gently, then dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, making her
giggle.
"Come on,
Matt. Kiss me again," she told him,
trying to pull him back up to her mouth.
"Oh, don't
worry. I'm going to kiss you," he
said, wrestling her jeans open. He
pulled them down, grabbing her panties and stripping them off before she
understood what was happening.
"Fuck me,
you're beautiful," he breathed, sitting back on his
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