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Authors: Celia Loren
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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around his neck and hook my feet together over his thighs. His weight and scent squeeze out the last of my anxiety and I nuzzle my nose into his bearded cheek.
He shifts his hips slightly on top of me, and that’s all it takes for my thoughts to shift completely. I run my hand gently across his wide back, his navy t-shirt rippling underneath my fingers. I squeeze my legs a little tighter around him, and he knows exactly what I want.
He nudges my cheek now, pushing my face gently to the left, and softly kisses the right side of my neck. He makes his way up and over my jaw bone and to my mouth. His lips part mine, and he delicately reaches his tongue into my mouth. I press my tongue back against his, and I feel his cock growing hard between my legs.
I hear him breathe deeply and his hands move down and grasp my waist. I realize I’m still wearing my sandals so I kick them off without taking my eyes off his. He pulls his torso up and off me, and tucks his hands under my t-shirt, slowly taking it off over my head. I reciprocate, taking his shirt off, too, and then run my hands over his hard pecs and down to the waistband of his work jeans.
He sinks back down on top of me, my plain cotton bra pressing against his chest. I feel his hand lingering just above my right knee, and then it runs up my thigh, passing tantalizingly close to my crotch, and then smoothly over the side of my stomach. I love the sensation of his rough, calloused hands on my soft skin.
He pitches his body to the side, and rolls off me. He smiles, his white teeth standing out from his tanned skin, and a thrill runs through me. His hand is still on my stomach, and he moves it down, carefully unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper. Then he gets up on his knees and moves a little lower on the bed. He pulls my legs toward him and takes the bottom of my jeans in his hands, pulling them slowly off my body.
I’m in white panties that match my bra, and Drifter pauses, looking me over. He places a hand on my ankle and runs it up my leg. I still under his gaze, marveling at the fact that this man is admiring my body. Me.
Now he unbuttons his own jeans and slips them off, sitting up on the bed to pull them away and toss them onto the floor. He leaves on his dark green boxers, though I can see the tip of his cock pressing against the waistband. I squirm slightly, in anticipation of what’s to come.
He lies back down on his side next to me and leans forward to kiss me again. I open my mouth wider now, and he probes me deeply with his tongue. My hips rise off the bed involuntarily, and I wrap my hand around the back of his thick neck. I feel his hand on my hipbone, pressing it down into the bed. I moan as he lets his fingers trail along the top of my panties, just above my mound.
His hand slips under the cotton momentarily, and then withdraws. He reaches his other hand under my back and slips the clasp of my bra open, then takes a strap in each hand and pulls it off my arms and tosses it to the floor. He bends his head down and circles my areola with his tongue, the circles getting tighter and tighter until he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks, hard. Sensation shoots from my crotch to my breast and I gasp.
He moves his head to my other breast, kissing across my sternum, and I trail my fingers across his chest and down his hard abs, feeling each muscle stand out against my fingertips. I reach inside the opening of his boxers and free his huge member. He moans against my breast as I grasp the base of his cock in my hand and move up to the tip, letting it rest in my palm before moving back down again.
He quickly moves down my stomach and his dick drops from my hand, out of reach as he licks my skin just above my panties. He moves down over the cotton and breathes hot air against my clit. I moan, and he buries his face in me, pressing his tongue against my panties. I gasp, longing to feel him touch me directly.
He reads my mind, and a second later I feel
He shifts his hips slightly on top of me, and that’s all it takes for my thoughts to shift completely. I run my hand gently across his wide back, his navy t-shirt rippling underneath my fingers. I squeeze my legs a little tighter around him, and he knows exactly what I want.
He nudges my cheek now, pushing my face gently to the left, and softly kisses the right side of my neck. He makes his way up and over my jaw bone and to my mouth. His lips part mine, and he delicately reaches his tongue into my mouth. I press my tongue back against his, and I feel his cock growing hard between my legs.
I hear him breathe deeply and his hands move down and grasp my waist. I realize I’m still wearing my sandals so I kick them off without taking my eyes off his. He pulls his torso up and off me, and tucks his hands under my t-shirt, slowly taking it off over my head. I reciprocate, taking his shirt off, too, and then run my hands over his hard pecs and down to the waistband of his work jeans.
He sinks back down on top of me, my plain cotton bra pressing against his chest. I feel his hand lingering just above my right knee, and then it runs up my thigh, passing tantalizingly close to my crotch, and then smoothly over the side of my stomach. I love the sensation of his rough, calloused hands on my soft skin.
He pitches his body to the side, and rolls off me. He smiles, his white teeth standing out from his tanned skin, and a thrill runs through me. His hand is still on my stomach, and he moves it down, carefully unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper. Then he gets up on his knees and moves a little lower on the bed. He pulls my legs toward him and takes the bottom of my jeans in his hands, pulling them slowly off my body.
I’m in white panties that match my bra, and Drifter pauses, looking me over. He places a hand on my ankle and runs it up my leg. I still under his gaze, marveling at the fact that this man is admiring my body. Me.
Now he unbuttons his own jeans and slips them off, sitting up on the bed to pull them away and toss them onto the floor. He leaves on his dark green boxers, though I can see the tip of his cock pressing against the waistband. I squirm slightly, in anticipation of what’s to come.
He lies back down on his side next to me and leans forward to kiss me again. I open my mouth wider now, and he probes me deeply with his tongue. My hips rise off the bed involuntarily, and I wrap my hand around the back of his thick neck. I feel his hand on my hipbone, pressing it down into the bed. I moan as he lets his fingers trail along the top of my panties, just above my mound.
His hand slips under the cotton momentarily, and then withdraws. He reaches his other hand under my back and slips the clasp of my bra open, then takes a strap in each hand and pulls it off my arms and tosses it to the floor. He bends his head down and circles my areola with his tongue, the circles getting tighter and tighter until he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks, hard. Sensation shoots from my crotch to my breast and I gasp.
He moves his head to my other breast, kissing across my sternum, and I trail my fingers across his chest and down his hard abs, feeling each muscle stand out against my fingertips. I reach inside the opening of his boxers and free his huge member. He moans against my breast as I grasp the base of his cock in my hand and move up to the tip, letting it rest in my palm before moving back down again.
He quickly moves down my stomach and his dick drops from my hand, out of reach as he licks my skin just above my panties. He moves down over the cotton and breathes hot air against my clit. I moan, and he buries his face in me, pressing his tongue against my panties. I gasp, longing to feel him touch me directly.
He reads my mind, and a second later I feel
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