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Authors: Glenna Sinclair
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he knew I wanted his touch, the places that were standing up and begging for his fingers, his palms, to touch and feel and…I just wanted him.
I slid my hands over his forearms, tugged his hands upward. He resisted me just a little, but then he cupped my breasts, holding as much of the rounded weight in his hands as he could. His palms pressed hard against my nipples, making them ache even more than they’d done before, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he gently squeezed.
God! It felt so good!
He kissed my neck again, his mouth moving over the tender skin, nibbling just a little. He sighed as he squeezed my breasts again, then his hand moved slowly downward, his palm sliding over my flat belly. His fingers brushed against my thigh, moving inward, touching me in places that had been screaming for attention since that first kiss. I spread my legs just slightly, a sigh slipping from between my lips as his fingers dug, looking for my clit.
Suddenly, all those thoughts that had stopped me from turning were gone. I needed to touch him, needed to feel his lips against mine, needed to feel the firm, warm flesh of his chest against mine. He was waiting, ready for me when I turned, our tongues dancing as I slid my hand over his shoulder, moving downward. I brushed a nail against his nipple, dragged a moan from between his lips, my fingers moving over his ribs. His hands were on my ass, tugging me closer to him, his erection throbbing as he pressed it against my lower belly.
We moved backward, slipping under the stream of water coming from the showerhead. It was like kissing in the deep end of the ocean, so many sensations rushing over me that my mind couldn’t separate them all. And then my back was against the cold tiles of the shower stall, his hands still moving over me as he moved his hips against mine. I wanted him to lift me up; I wanted to feel him inside of me so desperately that I almost couldn’t breathe. But then he was pulling away from me, stepping out of the narrow stall before I could stop him.
“Sean…”
He came back, a towel open and waiting for me to walk into it. He didn’t say a word as he wrapped me up and lifted me, carrying me into the bedroom. He dried me as if I was a small child, rubbing the towel over my limbs, my belly, his eyes hooded with desire as he moved around, snatching a bottle of lotion off the dresser. He rolled me onto my back and climbed onto the bed, rubbing the sweet smelling cream onto my shoulders. He moved slowly down my back, giving me a massage like nothing I’d ever had before.
I don’t know if I was more relaxed or more turned on. I so desperately wanted his touch, but he was careful not to give me the littlest satisfaction while, at the same time, rubbing muscles I didn’t even know I had. I fell into something of a coma, so relaxed that I wasn’t sure I could move when he asked me to turn over. But then he was rubbing my feet and his eyes were moving slowly over my nakedness and I was no longer embarrassed, no longer shy, but every nerve and every erotic muscle seemed to have come alive. He was so hot, sitting there on the edge of the bed with nothing but a towel over his body, his eyes darkened by need, his muscles popping and jumping, his hard body covered in a fine, red hair that I wanted desperately to run my fingers through to see if it was as silky as it looked.
Once I’d been with a man—a boy, really. A college boy who fumbled and hesitated, not quite sure what he was doing. It’d been awkward and embarrassing and painful. But this…I’d never been more confident, more in need.
He was rubbing lotion onto my thighs when I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. This teasing, this foreplay, was more than my fevered mind could take. I’d wanted Sean since that first kiss down in my kitchen. I’d imagined it over and again in the darkness of the night, aching with a passion that I had never imagined before. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I climbed into
I slid my hands over his forearms, tugged his hands upward. He resisted me just a little, but then he cupped my breasts, holding as much of the rounded weight in his hands as he could. His palms pressed hard against my nipples, making them ache even more than they’d done before, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he gently squeezed.
God! It felt so good!
He kissed my neck again, his mouth moving over the tender skin, nibbling just a little. He sighed as he squeezed my breasts again, then his hand moved slowly downward, his palm sliding over my flat belly. His fingers brushed against my thigh, moving inward, touching me in places that had been screaming for attention since that first kiss. I spread my legs just slightly, a sigh slipping from between my lips as his fingers dug, looking for my clit.
Suddenly, all those thoughts that had stopped me from turning were gone. I needed to touch him, needed to feel his lips against mine, needed to feel the firm, warm flesh of his chest against mine. He was waiting, ready for me when I turned, our tongues dancing as I slid my hand over his shoulder, moving downward. I brushed a nail against his nipple, dragged a moan from between his lips, my fingers moving over his ribs. His hands were on my ass, tugging me closer to him, his erection throbbing as he pressed it against my lower belly.
We moved backward, slipping under the stream of water coming from the showerhead. It was like kissing in the deep end of the ocean, so many sensations rushing over me that my mind couldn’t separate them all. And then my back was against the cold tiles of the shower stall, his hands still moving over me as he moved his hips against mine. I wanted him to lift me up; I wanted to feel him inside of me so desperately that I almost couldn’t breathe. But then he was pulling away from me, stepping out of the narrow stall before I could stop him.
“Sean…”
He came back, a towel open and waiting for me to walk into it. He didn’t say a word as he wrapped me up and lifted me, carrying me into the bedroom. He dried me as if I was a small child, rubbing the towel over my limbs, my belly, his eyes hooded with desire as he moved around, snatching a bottle of lotion off the dresser. He rolled me onto my back and climbed onto the bed, rubbing the sweet smelling cream onto my shoulders. He moved slowly down my back, giving me a massage like nothing I’d ever had before.
I don’t know if I was more relaxed or more turned on. I so desperately wanted his touch, but he was careful not to give me the littlest satisfaction while, at the same time, rubbing muscles I didn’t even know I had. I fell into something of a coma, so relaxed that I wasn’t sure I could move when he asked me to turn over. But then he was rubbing my feet and his eyes were moving slowly over my nakedness and I was no longer embarrassed, no longer shy, but every nerve and every erotic muscle seemed to have come alive. He was so hot, sitting there on the edge of the bed with nothing but a towel over his body, his eyes darkened by need, his muscles popping and jumping, his hard body covered in a fine, red hair that I wanted desperately to run my fingers through to see if it was as silky as it looked.
Once I’d been with a man—a boy, really. A college boy who fumbled and hesitated, not quite sure what he was doing. It’d been awkward and embarrassing and painful. But this…I’d never been more confident, more in need.
He was rubbing lotion onto my thighs when I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. This teasing, this foreplay, was more than my fevered mind could take. I’d wanted Sean since that first kiss down in my kitchen. I’d imagined it over and again in the darkness of the night, aching with a passion that I had never imagined before. I couldn’t wait anymore.
I climbed into
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