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through our clothes. “Hector, please.”
He released one of my hands and I heard the scrape of fabric and the sound of his jeans hitting the floor behind me. A second later I felt him from behind, without those layers of clothes between us. Only my own clothes stopped our bodies from rubbing against each other.
He was naked behind me and I couldn’t see him. I wanted to turn around so bad, but he still held me in place. “Please,” I begged again. “I need to see you.”
He relented and turned me around, but before I got a chance to look at him he kissed down my chest and popped one of my breasts into his mouth. I moaned and clutched his broad shoulders for support as he sucked on my nipples, one and then the other. I still had a hard time believing this was happening, a part of me convinced that at any moment I’d wake up from this impossible dream and find myself alone in bed. There was a niggling voice in the back of my head that said this could never work and I should stop it before one—or both—of us got hurt, but it was easy to ignore as Hector’s tongue swirled around my nipple.
Only when he’d completely worshipped both breasts did he pull away. Finally I was able to take him in, and naked Hector did not disappoint. His entire body was an ode to masculinity, like he was one of those Greek God sculptures, all nude and glorious. Every inch of his body was big and hard and powerful.
Oh yes. Every inch.
I wrapped my fingers around his length, needing to feel him in my hand. He groaned and tossed his head back, and I loved seeing what I did to him with the slightest touch. I wasn’t normally this bold with a guy I’d just met, but then again, we weren’t exactly strangers, were we? I’d known him for years, even if I’d only thought of him as a friend until now. Tonight he’d brought out something reckless and wild in me between his performance on stage, his demanding kisses, and his confession of desire, and I wanted more, more, more.
I let him go to undo my own jeans and lower them to the floor while he watched. I slowly stripped off all my clothes, until we both stood naked in front of each other. I hoped he liked what he saw.
He sucked in a breath. “Damn girl, you’re even sexier in person than in my naughtiest fantasies about you.”
His words made me warm and wet all over. I gripped his hips and dragged him toward me, and he took the hint. As he backed me against the door I raised one of my legs, trying to give him access, practically begging him to slip inside.
“Not yet,” he said. “I have one more thing on my list first.”
He slid down my body, his hands and mouth working me over together, moving lower, to my breasts, to my stomach, and even lower, to my hips, and still lower, spreading my legs apart. Of course—he’d listed three things he wanted to do to me. He’d seen me naked and now he was moving on to number two: tasting me all over.
I trembled when he sank to his knees and pressed his lips to my upper thigh, realizing he was about to go down on me right there where I was standing. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and his hands cupped my butt to support me. He teased me at first, kissing everywhere but where I wanted, building up the desire until I thought I would explode just from the anticipation alone. He ran his tongue along me slowly and I felt every inch of what he did like fire lapping along my body. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the door, weaving my fingers into his thick, curly hair, using my grip to steady myself as he continued his delicious torment.
He flicked his tongue against me, rubbing back and forth, sucking and licking. I spiraled higher and higher until I thought my legs would give out, but he held me up with his strong arms and I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. I let go of any lingering fear about what we were doing and gave in to his adoration. My fingers tightened in his hair, my legs trembled uncontrollably, and my every
He released one of my hands and I heard the scrape of fabric and the sound of his jeans hitting the floor behind me. A second later I felt him from behind, without those layers of clothes between us. Only my own clothes stopped our bodies from rubbing against each other.
He was naked behind me and I couldn’t see him. I wanted to turn around so bad, but he still held me in place. “Please,” I begged again. “I need to see you.”
He relented and turned me around, but before I got a chance to look at him he kissed down my chest and popped one of my breasts into his mouth. I moaned and clutched his broad shoulders for support as he sucked on my nipples, one and then the other. I still had a hard time believing this was happening, a part of me convinced that at any moment I’d wake up from this impossible dream and find myself alone in bed. There was a niggling voice in the back of my head that said this could never work and I should stop it before one—or both—of us got hurt, but it was easy to ignore as Hector’s tongue swirled around my nipple.
Only when he’d completely worshipped both breasts did he pull away. Finally I was able to take him in, and naked Hector did not disappoint. His entire body was an ode to masculinity, like he was one of those Greek God sculptures, all nude and glorious. Every inch of his body was big and hard and powerful.
Oh yes. Every inch.
I wrapped my fingers around his length, needing to feel him in my hand. He groaned and tossed his head back, and I loved seeing what I did to him with the slightest touch. I wasn’t normally this bold with a guy I’d just met, but then again, we weren’t exactly strangers, were we? I’d known him for years, even if I’d only thought of him as a friend until now. Tonight he’d brought out something reckless and wild in me between his performance on stage, his demanding kisses, and his confession of desire, and I wanted more, more, more.
I let him go to undo my own jeans and lower them to the floor while he watched. I slowly stripped off all my clothes, until we both stood naked in front of each other. I hoped he liked what he saw.
He sucked in a breath. “Damn girl, you’re even sexier in person than in my naughtiest fantasies about you.”
His words made me warm and wet all over. I gripped his hips and dragged him toward me, and he took the hint. As he backed me against the door I raised one of my legs, trying to give him access, practically begging him to slip inside.
“Not yet,” he said. “I have one more thing on my list first.”
He slid down my body, his hands and mouth working me over together, moving lower, to my breasts, to my stomach, and even lower, to my hips, and still lower, spreading my legs apart. Of course—he’d listed three things he wanted to do to me. He’d seen me naked and now he was moving on to number two: tasting me all over.
I trembled when he sank to his knees and pressed his lips to my upper thigh, realizing he was about to go down on me right there where I was standing. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and his hands cupped my butt to support me. He teased me at first, kissing everywhere but where I wanted, building up the desire until I thought I would explode just from the anticipation alone. He ran his tongue along me slowly and I felt every inch of what he did like fire lapping along my body. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the door, weaving my fingers into his thick, curly hair, using my grip to steady myself as he continued his delicious torment.
He flicked his tongue against me, rubbing back and forth, sucking and licking. I spiraled higher and higher until I thought my legs would give out, but he held me up with his strong arms and I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. I let go of any lingering fear about what we were doing and gave in to his adoration. My fingers tightened in his hair, my legs trembled uncontrollably, and my every
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