you had to complete your assignment?”
“I tried. Couldn’t get more than half of it done. Every time I looked at my computer screen, I realized that instead of putting forward my reasons for choosing behavioral therapy over psychoanalysis, I’d typed your name all over the page.”
Listening to her talk about her studies only turned him on more. He kissed her greedily. Kissed her until his cock ached and sat rigid beneath his shorts. He kissed her until she whimpered in his arms and twisted her hips, rubbing her pussy against his groin.
“I’m glad you came. Gonna make you come for real now. Over and over again.” He kissed her until lack of oxygen demanded he stop to breathe.
When he’d drawn enough air into his lungs to sustain him for a minute or two, he kissed her again.
The bottled pine scent he’d come to associate her with was gone, replaced by a hint of vanilla. Or strawberry. Or both. Or maybe neither. Maybe it was just the scent of Sophie. Whichever it was, it made him ravenous. Turned him into a man famished for more than a little taste of his woman. Keeping her in his arms, he stumbled to the closest seat, a couch in the living room.
Nathan had gotten back to the apartment well after midnight, and woken up way earlier than he should have, considering tonight was Speed ’s first concert in almost a year. He’d needed the rest.
But thoughts of Sophie had filled his head. Dreams, strangely unsatisfying, had jerked him awake too many times. Yes, they’d been as erotic as always, but this time, although Sophie had featured in all her exquisite nudity—and not just as a blurred face around her blue eyes—the dream girl had not been enough. Now that he’d had the real-life flesh-and-blood Sophie, that was all he wanted.
Nathan should have been dragging his limbs as he walked. Five minutes ago he had been. Exhaustion had slowed his every step. But now untapped energy raced through his veins, revitalizing him. The reason for the surge of adrenaline perched on his lap, her thighs on either side of his, tugging off her tight lilac T-shirt and white satin bra.
He filled his hands with her breasts, relishing the plump swells that fit so perfectly in each palm. Nathan whispered to her, told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, to her breasts.
“I’m not just here for the sex,” Sophie said breathlessly, as he leaned forward and made the most of the pretty tips of those flawless breasts, gorging on her nipples.
She wasn’t idle. As he feasted, she pushed his shirt over his shoulders, and ran her hands over his chest and side.
“Mmmm? Why else?” It wasn’t so easy putting a sentence together when her nimble fingers explored every inch of his skin, leaving a trail of gooseflesh wherever she touched.
With a carnal groan she climbed off his lap and undid her denim cut-offs. Cut-offs that revealed a mile of toned, tanned thigh. Sophie looked so damn fine in them, he almost objected to her removing them. Almost.
“I…told you all about me, yesterday. ’Bout my…studies.” She lost the skimpy denim. “’Bout my parents.” Her panties disappeared, leaving her beautifully naked. “And my gramma.”
The fine, thin line of hair above her pussy made his mouth water. Her lean yet curved body made his chest ache with need.
She must have seen the hunger in his face, because when she looked at him, her own eyes dilated and she moaned softly. “A-and you told me nothing ’bout yourself.”
Nathan lost his own clothes in record time. “I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know.” Christ, would he? What if her next question was, are you Jamie Speed? “Ask me anything.” He retained enough lucidity to grab a condom from a bag on the kitchen counter and race back to Sophie.
She took the condom from his fingers with a hot, sexy smile and pushed him back onto the couch. He let himself fall, landing in a sitting position.
And then her mouth was on his again, her tongue seducing, her lips
“I tried. Couldn’t get more than half of it done. Every time I looked at my computer screen, I realized that instead of putting forward my reasons for choosing behavioral therapy over psychoanalysis, I’d typed your name all over the page.”
Listening to her talk about her studies only turned him on more. He kissed her greedily. Kissed her until his cock ached and sat rigid beneath his shorts. He kissed her until she whimpered in his arms and twisted her hips, rubbing her pussy against his groin.
“I’m glad you came. Gonna make you come for real now. Over and over again.” He kissed her until lack of oxygen demanded he stop to breathe.
When he’d drawn enough air into his lungs to sustain him for a minute or two, he kissed her again.
The bottled pine scent he’d come to associate her with was gone, replaced by a hint of vanilla. Or strawberry. Or both. Or maybe neither. Maybe it was just the scent of Sophie. Whichever it was, it made him ravenous. Turned him into a man famished for more than a little taste of his woman. Keeping her in his arms, he stumbled to the closest seat, a couch in the living room.
Nathan had gotten back to the apartment well after midnight, and woken up way earlier than he should have, considering tonight was Speed ’s first concert in almost a year. He’d needed the rest.
But thoughts of Sophie had filled his head. Dreams, strangely unsatisfying, had jerked him awake too many times. Yes, they’d been as erotic as always, but this time, although Sophie had featured in all her exquisite nudity—and not just as a blurred face around her blue eyes—the dream girl had not been enough. Now that he’d had the real-life flesh-and-blood Sophie, that was all he wanted.
Nathan should have been dragging his limbs as he walked. Five minutes ago he had been. Exhaustion had slowed his every step. But now untapped energy raced through his veins, revitalizing him. The reason for the surge of adrenaline perched on his lap, her thighs on either side of his, tugging off her tight lilac T-shirt and white satin bra.
He filled his hands with her breasts, relishing the plump swells that fit so perfectly in each palm. Nathan whispered to her, told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, to her breasts.
“I’m not just here for the sex,” Sophie said breathlessly, as he leaned forward and made the most of the pretty tips of those flawless breasts, gorging on her nipples.
She wasn’t idle. As he feasted, she pushed his shirt over his shoulders, and ran her hands over his chest and side.
“Mmmm? Why else?” It wasn’t so easy putting a sentence together when her nimble fingers explored every inch of his skin, leaving a trail of gooseflesh wherever she touched.
With a carnal groan she climbed off his lap and undid her denim cut-offs. Cut-offs that revealed a mile of toned, tanned thigh. Sophie looked so damn fine in them, he almost objected to her removing them. Almost.
“I…told you all about me, yesterday. ’Bout my…studies.” She lost the skimpy denim. “’Bout my parents.” Her panties disappeared, leaving her beautifully naked. “And my gramma.”
The fine, thin line of hair above her pussy made his mouth water. Her lean yet curved body made his chest ache with need.
She must have seen the hunger in his face, because when she looked at him, her own eyes dilated and she moaned softly. “A-and you told me nothing ’bout yourself.”
Nathan lost his own clothes in record time. “I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know.” Christ, would he? What if her next question was, are you Jamie Speed? “Ask me anything.” He retained enough lucidity to grab a condom from a bag on the kitchen counter and race back to Sophie.
She took the condom from his fingers with a hot, sexy smile and pushed him back onto the couch. He let himself fall, landing in a sitting position.
And then her mouth was on his again, her tongue seducing, her lips
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