eyes as he lowered his lips on mine once more. I hadn’t lost control yet, but I knew if he didn’t stop looking at me that way, I’d be gone, a prisoner of his every whim. Damn !
He was guiding the situation delicately yet firmly, and he was in complete control. He slid his strong hand up and down my back, giving me shivers.
“What’s going on between us?” I asked.
He shot me a beautiful smile. “You can’t tell?”
“Let’s figure it out,” I coaxed.
His mouth lowered on mine, and our tongues tangled in a beautiful dance that left me breathless. I ran my hands through his thick hair as the kiss deepened. His hands caressed my curves, and my body was literally on fire for him. I moaned as his lips glided down my neck.
“Let’s go back to my place,” he whispered in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, a plea I was helpless to deny.
“No dorms. Besides, I can’t wait.” I moaned with primordial need. “I need you right now.”
We fumbled around, desperately trying to rip off our clothes.
My mother had taught me never to sleep with a guy on the first date, even after an amazing kiss or after I’d been dreaming of that guy for the longest time. Now, I was about to break my mother’s rule. She had warned me that giving up the goods so easily would just kill a relationship. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a relationship, even with Art, but I wanted him to see me as more than an easy hookup. I didn’t want him to just think he was shacking up with his boss. “Is this a one-night stand?” I asked between gasps, staring into his eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be. I sure as hell don’t want it to be.”
I craved his heated touch, and in spite of my mother’s warnings, I needed him inside me that very minute. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Clutching his broad shoulders, I kissed him with everything I had. Animalistic desire overwhelmed me, and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it. Our kiss grew urgent and passionate, consuming me.
Art pulled out my bun, and my hair cascaded down my back. He unbuttoned my shirt as I slid his off. I ran my hands down his chiseled chest and ribbed abs. His kisses trailed down my neck, to my breasts. He cupped them slowly, and I moaned in pleasure.
I rubbed his balls ever so softly and delicately. His cock thickened, letting me know just how turned on he was. He was so hard, so hot, and so huge. He groaned as I rubbed my hand up and down the length of his shaft. He loved the way I stroked him, and I loved pleasuring him. I enjoyed that power I had over him, and it was quite a turn-on.
I stroked harder and harder, twisting with one hand. Then I knelt down and began sucking on his head, curling my tongue around it, twisting it in circles. I slowly began to lick his massive girth, gazing upward every once in a while to watch his reaction. I was pleased to see that he was enjoying it as much as I was. “Mmm… I love it,” I said, smiling. Then I stroked and sucked harder and used my hand to lightly toy with his balls.
He ran a hand through my hair. “Oh, baby.”
I stroked harder, and he groaned. Before I could finish him off, he pulled me up and began kissing me deeply, paying no mind to where my mouth had just been. He wanted us to climax together, and that made it all the more exciting. His tongue trailed down my body, and he peppered my tummy with soft kisses. He kissed my inner thighs softly and smoothly transitioned to my most intimate part. He kissed it passionately, the way he’d kissed my mouth, caressing every fold with his lips and tongue.
Next, Art slipped two fingers into my channel. When he slid his fingers deeper, I began to squirm with ecstasy and delight. The more I moaned, the more he worked to keep the rhythm going. He pressed my clitoris harder and rubbed it from side to side, over and over, faster and faster, and I thrashed about in flashes of absolute pleasure.
He began to move a little more roughly, slamming his fingers in and
He was guiding the situation delicately yet firmly, and he was in complete control. He slid his strong hand up and down my back, giving me shivers.
“What’s going on between us?” I asked.
He shot me a beautiful smile. “You can’t tell?”
“Let’s figure it out,” I coaxed.
His mouth lowered on mine, and our tongues tangled in a beautiful dance that left me breathless. I ran my hands through his thick hair as the kiss deepened. His hands caressed my curves, and my body was literally on fire for him. I moaned as his lips glided down my neck.
“Let’s go back to my place,” he whispered in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, a plea I was helpless to deny.
“No dorms. Besides, I can’t wait.” I moaned with primordial need. “I need you right now.”
We fumbled around, desperately trying to rip off our clothes.
My mother had taught me never to sleep with a guy on the first date, even after an amazing kiss or after I’d been dreaming of that guy for the longest time. Now, I was about to break my mother’s rule. She had warned me that giving up the goods so easily would just kill a relationship. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a relationship, even with Art, but I wanted him to see me as more than an easy hookup. I didn’t want him to just think he was shacking up with his boss. “Is this a one-night stand?” I asked between gasps, staring into his eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be. I sure as hell don’t want it to be.”
I craved his heated touch, and in spite of my mother’s warnings, I needed him inside me that very minute. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Clutching his broad shoulders, I kissed him with everything I had. Animalistic desire overwhelmed me, and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it. Our kiss grew urgent and passionate, consuming me.
Art pulled out my bun, and my hair cascaded down my back. He unbuttoned my shirt as I slid his off. I ran my hands down his chiseled chest and ribbed abs. His kisses trailed down my neck, to my breasts. He cupped them slowly, and I moaned in pleasure.
I rubbed his balls ever so softly and delicately. His cock thickened, letting me know just how turned on he was. He was so hard, so hot, and so huge. He groaned as I rubbed my hand up and down the length of his shaft. He loved the way I stroked him, and I loved pleasuring him. I enjoyed that power I had over him, and it was quite a turn-on.
I stroked harder and harder, twisting with one hand. Then I knelt down and began sucking on his head, curling my tongue around it, twisting it in circles. I slowly began to lick his massive girth, gazing upward every once in a while to watch his reaction. I was pleased to see that he was enjoying it as much as I was. “Mmm… I love it,” I said, smiling. Then I stroked and sucked harder and used my hand to lightly toy with his balls.
He ran a hand through my hair. “Oh, baby.”
I stroked harder, and he groaned. Before I could finish him off, he pulled me up and began kissing me deeply, paying no mind to where my mouth had just been. He wanted us to climax together, and that made it all the more exciting. His tongue trailed down my body, and he peppered my tummy with soft kisses. He kissed my inner thighs softly and smoothly transitioned to my most intimate part. He kissed it passionately, the way he’d kissed my mouth, caressing every fold with his lips and tongue.
Next, Art slipped two fingers into my channel. When he slid his fingers deeper, I began to squirm with ecstasy and delight. The more I moaned, the more he worked to keep the rhythm going. He pressed my clitoris harder and rubbed it from side to side, over and over, faster and faster, and I thrashed about in flashes of absolute pleasure.
He began to move a little more roughly, slamming his fingers in and
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