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neighbor had taken off in the night, never to return home, something inside her stirred. Reawakened. Her craving seemed to have grown from the budding interest she’d experienced for her teenaged friend to a full-on blaze of desire for the man he’d turned into.
Kaelyn didn’t give a crap that it wasn’t ladylike when she coiled her legs around his hips and smothered him like the mink coat she’d hated, doubly so since her father had insisted she wear it in the company of his peers. Bryce didn’t seem to mind. She devoured his lips as they softened against hers. Soon she found herself being rocked backward beneath the force of his returned affection.
She’d been in the driver’s seat, but only for a moment.
Thank God.
The Bryce she’d sensed beneath his calm exterior showed up, proud and insistent. He grappled with her, squishing her closer to the furnace of his core until the thickness of his hard cock beneath his jeans rode the bare, sensitive place at the apex of her thighs. She squeaked and maybe jerked at the initial contact.
Not because she hoped for escape. But because she’d been unprepared for the shock he sent through her system. Everything screamed out in response, begging for more of that pure electricity. White-hot radiance stole everything from her mind except thoughts of how to ride the lightning he forked through her veins.
Worries disappeared, replaced by unadulterated lust.
In two seconds, he’d reinforced her objections to the quiet, pleasant loving that hadn’t done much for her when she’d been intimate with her previous boyfriends.
Freedom to explore raged through her, empowering her. She raked her French manicured nails down his chest, sad for the tiny bit of space insinuated between her and the wall of muscles in front of her, which made her feel protected by their inherent strength. So she slid her hands around his ribs, reveling in how they bellowed with the force of his escalating respiration.
The nonverbal admission of her effect on him turned her on even more.
Kaelyn hugged him to her despite the fact that she had to break contact with his mouth to suck in a gasping breath. He took the opportunity to kiss her chin and jaw, working toward her ear. Who knew it could be so sensitive there?
A soft moan escaped her when he progressed to her neck and had her quaking in his unrelenting grasp. Thankfully, he seemed only to gain strength and momentum as he feasted on her tender flesh while she turned malleable in his hands.
Her spine arched, granting him access to anything he chose to sample. From her collarbone then downward to the curve of her modest breasts. Never before had she regretted her lack of endowment. But his hands made her seem tiny when he cupped her, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers while staring at the darkening peaks as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
And before she could figure out what to say, he’d descended on them, flicking his tongue over first one, then the other. She gasped and speared her fingers into his hair once more, using the grip to mash him closer while steadying herself against the dizziness encroaching. He had her completely off-balance, her entire world shifting beneath her with the talented swipes of his tongue.
Her toes curled behind his back, where her ankles crossed, hugging him to her.
Could this really be happening?
Sure, she’d had plenty of dreams that ended up like this. Some plain old fantasies too. Daydreams. Lots of them. Well, except Bryce hadn’t had these tattoos, or been so muscular, and they’d been in a bed, not on the bathroom sink.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
And she was certainly about to plead if he didn’t start sucking her harder, pulling her nipple into his hot, moist mouth.
As if he listened to her silent demands, he increased the pressure of his suckling, tugging on her distended peaks until he drew her more fully between his lips.
Kaelyn didn’t give a crap that it wasn’t ladylike when she coiled her legs around his hips and smothered him like the mink coat she’d hated, doubly so since her father had insisted she wear it in the company of his peers. Bryce didn’t seem to mind. She devoured his lips as they softened against hers. Soon she found herself being rocked backward beneath the force of his returned affection.
She’d been in the driver’s seat, but only for a moment.
Thank God.
The Bryce she’d sensed beneath his calm exterior showed up, proud and insistent. He grappled with her, squishing her closer to the furnace of his core until the thickness of his hard cock beneath his jeans rode the bare, sensitive place at the apex of her thighs. She squeaked and maybe jerked at the initial contact.
Not because she hoped for escape. But because she’d been unprepared for the shock he sent through her system. Everything screamed out in response, begging for more of that pure electricity. White-hot radiance stole everything from her mind except thoughts of how to ride the lightning he forked through her veins.
Worries disappeared, replaced by unadulterated lust.
In two seconds, he’d reinforced her objections to the quiet, pleasant loving that hadn’t done much for her when she’d been intimate with her previous boyfriends.
Freedom to explore raged through her, empowering her. She raked her French manicured nails down his chest, sad for the tiny bit of space insinuated between her and the wall of muscles in front of her, which made her feel protected by their inherent strength. So she slid her hands around his ribs, reveling in how they bellowed with the force of his escalating respiration.
The nonverbal admission of her effect on him turned her on even more.
Kaelyn hugged him to her despite the fact that she had to break contact with his mouth to suck in a gasping breath. He took the opportunity to kiss her chin and jaw, working toward her ear. Who knew it could be so sensitive there?
A soft moan escaped her when he progressed to her neck and had her quaking in his unrelenting grasp. Thankfully, he seemed only to gain strength and momentum as he feasted on her tender flesh while she turned malleable in his hands.
Her spine arched, granting him access to anything he chose to sample. From her collarbone then downward to the curve of her modest breasts. Never before had she regretted her lack of endowment. But his hands made her seem tiny when he cupped her, rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers while staring at the darkening peaks as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
And before she could figure out what to say, he’d descended on them, flicking his tongue over first one, then the other. She gasped and speared her fingers into his hair once more, using the grip to mash him closer while steadying herself against the dizziness encroaching. He had her completely off-balance, her entire world shifting beneath her with the talented swipes of his tongue.
Her toes curled behind his back, where her ankles crossed, hugging him to her.
Could this really be happening?
Sure, she’d had plenty of dreams that ended up like this. Some plain old fantasies too. Daydreams. Lots of them. Well, except Bryce hadn’t had these tattoos, or been so muscular, and they’d been in a bed, not on the bathroom sink.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
And she was certainly about to plead if he didn’t start sucking her harder, pulling her nipple into his hot, moist mouth.
As if he listened to her silent demands, he increased the pressure of his suckling, tugging on her distended peaks until he drew her more fully between his lips.
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