have it in the fall.” She scooped a bit of the fluffy amber creation onto her fork and held it out to him.
His cock twitched against his thigh and again he thought of sweeping the pastries to the floor and pulling her down beneath him. Instead he opened his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on hers. The cheesecake was indeed fantastic, rich and creamy with just the right blend of pumpkin and spices and a hint of crunch from the candied pecan streusel topping. “That’s awfully good.”
“Told you.”
“It’s just missing one thing.” He loved the surprised look on her face. “You.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
“No fair.” She pulled back, breathless. “You taste like my favorite dessert, how am I supposed to resist that?”
“You’re not.” He moved the box to the coffee table and drew her closer.
Everything about Julia drove him wild—her scent, her laughter, the feel of her body moving against his. He’d forgotten what it was like to be with a woman he cared about and the experience was beyond intense. He craved her.
Julia wove her fingers into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp, heightening the tingling sensations that were already coursing through him. She inched closer, straddling his lap. He ground her against him, the heat passing through both their clothes, straight to his cock. Jesus. He could feel a wet spot forming inside his jeans. All he could think about was getting her naked, feeling her against him. “Hang on.” He wrapped his arm around her back and hoisted them both off the couch. Her legs wound around him, her arms tight around his neck. He carried her straight to bed.
He sat on the edge of her bed, kicking off his shoes, still holding her.
“Scoot back,” she said.
He lay back against her pillows, loving the way she looked kneeling above him. She went to work on his shirt buttons, trailing her fingers over each new inch of skin. The soft light from the window lit her from the side. Her hair had begun to work loose from her ponytail. Long, dark tendrils framed her heart-shaped face. He had to remind himself to breathe.
She unbuttoned his jeans, inching back far enough that she could undo his zipper. The air hissed out of him as she freed his erection. Her warm hand stroked up the underside, pressing him up against his belly then rubbing back and forth. The friction of her palm and his stomach sent shocks of pleasure straight to his balls.
He slipped his hand beneath her shirt, needing to feel more of her silky skin against his. She arched her back and peeled off the t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. They stiffened beneath his touch and she rocked her hips against him. He flicked open the clasp, groaning in approval at the sight of her bare breasts.
Julia leaned forward, sandwiching his cock between them, her nipples grazing his chest. He slid the band off her hair and it cascaded around them like a cool silk curtain. Her breathing was heavy, her hips still moving against his. He kissed her, hard, his hand pressing against the small of her back.
He gave a gentle tug to her waistband. “Take these off.”
She kissed him again then rolled onto her back, lifting her hips as she slid the yoga pants down her long legs. Ben wasted no time wriggling out of his jeans. His erection bobbed in anticipation of her touch. He traced his hands along her waist, rolling her toward him. They both jumped when the TV blared.
Julia giggled, shaking against him. “I guess it got tired of pausing.”
Ben smoothed his hand around the curve of her ass, drawing her closer. “I suppose that means we should get back to watching the show. Wouldn’t want to miss anything…”
“Don’t worry, I hit record.” Her devilish smirk was too much resist. His mouth descended onto hers and everything else fell away.
Julia worked her hand up and down his cock, flipping over every time she reached the tip. His
His cock twitched against his thigh and again he thought of sweeping the pastries to the floor and pulling her down beneath him. Instead he opened his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on hers. The cheesecake was indeed fantastic, rich and creamy with just the right blend of pumpkin and spices and a hint of crunch from the candied pecan streusel topping. “That’s awfully good.”
“Told you.”
“It’s just missing one thing.” He loved the surprised look on her face. “You.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
“No fair.” She pulled back, breathless. “You taste like my favorite dessert, how am I supposed to resist that?”
“You’re not.” He moved the box to the coffee table and drew her closer.
Everything about Julia drove him wild—her scent, her laughter, the feel of her body moving against his. He’d forgotten what it was like to be with a woman he cared about and the experience was beyond intense. He craved her.
Julia wove her fingers into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp, heightening the tingling sensations that were already coursing through him. She inched closer, straddling his lap. He ground her against him, the heat passing through both their clothes, straight to his cock. Jesus. He could feel a wet spot forming inside his jeans. All he could think about was getting her naked, feeling her against him. “Hang on.” He wrapped his arm around her back and hoisted them both off the couch. Her legs wound around him, her arms tight around his neck. He carried her straight to bed.
He sat on the edge of her bed, kicking off his shoes, still holding her.
“Scoot back,” she said.
He lay back against her pillows, loving the way she looked kneeling above him. She went to work on his shirt buttons, trailing her fingers over each new inch of skin. The soft light from the window lit her from the side. Her hair had begun to work loose from her ponytail. Long, dark tendrils framed her heart-shaped face. He had to remind himself to breathe.
She unbuttoned his jeans, inching back far enough that she could undo his zipper. The air hissed out of him as she freed his erection. Her warm hand stroked up the underside, pressing him up against his belly then rubbing back and forth. The friction of her palm and his stomach sent shocks of pleasure straight to his balls.
He slipped his hand beneath her shirt, needing to feel more of her silky skin against his. She arched her back and peeled off the t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. They stiffened beneath his touch and she rocked her hips against him. He flicked open the clasp, groaning in approval at the sight of her bare breasts.
Julia leaned forward, sandwiching his cock between them, her nipples grazing his chest. He slid the band off her hair and it cascaded around them like a cool silk curtain. Her breathing was heavy, her hips still moving against his. He kissed her, hard, his hand pressing against the small of her back.
He gave a gentle tug to her waistband. “Take these off.”
She kissed him again then rolled onto her back, lifting her hips as she slid the yoga pants down her long legs. Ben wasted no time wriggling out of his jeans. His erection bobbed in anticipation of her touch. He traced his hands along her waist, rolling her toward him. They both jumped when the TV blared.
Julia giggled, shaking against him. “I guess it got tired of pausing.”
Ben smoothed his hand around the curve of her ass, drawing her closer. “I suppose that means we should get back to watching the show. Wouldn’t want to miss anything…”
“Don’t worry, I hit record.” Her devilish smirk was too much resist. His mouth descended onto hers and everything else fell away.
Julia worked her hand up and down his cock, flipping over every time she reached the tip. His
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