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forever, so I don’t want us rushing into something you’re going to regret later.”
She shook her head violently then whispered, “The only thing I regret is that we didn’t have this moment sooner.”
The candor of her words hit me straight in the chest. I knew, in that moment, without a doubt, I loved this woman more than I loved anything or anyone in the whole world. I would do anything for her, to be with her. Now I just needed to make sure she realized she needed me that much, too.
Slowly, softly, I kissed her lips, sipping her sweetness little by little. Time slipped away, and it could have been a thousand little kisses later—who knew?—but then it wasn’t enough. I needed her. All of her.
Deepening my kiss, I ran my tongue against hers, giving her long, drugging kisses that I hoped intoxicated her as much as they did me. We were breathing each other’s air, and I was loving every second of it.
She ran her hands slowly down my chest to the hem of my towel, pulling it off my body haltingly, as if she were afraid I would stop her. No way in hell was I going to stop this.
Lifting my hips, I let her pull the towel completely away, and she dropped it on the floor. Then I lowered myself back over her and situated myself in the cradle of her hips, letting her feel just how much I wanted her—craved her, really.
I went to kiss her again, but she stopped me with her hands on my chest, holding me off. Confused, I could feel my heart thundering in my chest, fearing she was going to stop what was happening between us. Therefore, I watched, breath held, as she lowered her hands to her thighs and slowly inched her dress up, causing the silky fabric of her dress to rub against my hard length.
I hissed at the sensation, and my hips bucked out of instinct. I needed to be inside her as much as I needed my next breath. Her unhurried teasing was pure torture, but damn did it hurt so good.
Tantalizing hints of the skin of her upper thighs were revealed until she paused, the edge of the dress just covering the juncture of her thighs, which I knew was bare since I had ripped off her underwear the night before.
Biting my lip, head down, and eyes fully on the promise of what was to come, I waited for her to move. I wasn’t going to rush or pressure her to continue. She had to decide if this was what she wanted: to be with me, to bare herself to me. Even if it killed me, I would wait forever for that, because once she gave herself to me, I was never giving her back.
She was mine to keep forever.
Ginny took a deep breath, her small body rising underneath me from the move, rubbing our bodies together. She moaned at the contact, and nothing had ever sounded that good to me. It was music to my fucking ears.
Then it got better. Looking back up at her face, I caught the sight of her biting her bottom lip, her eyes glassy with desire, and her hair spread about her on the pillow like a halo. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life. I couldn’t have pulled my face off the sight even if a bomb had gone off outside our door. I was captivated by the way she looked at me, like I was everything in the entire world to her.
That was how I missed the unveiling of her pussy as she finished pulling off her dress. What I didn’t miss was the way that soft fabric gave way.
Suddenly, my cock was against soft curls and warm, wet heat. I hissed at the contact and had to stop myself from pulling back and pushing into her right away. No rushing.
Bracing my hands on either side of her waist, I captured her lips again and put every emotion I couldn’t voice into that kiss, tasting her until we were both breathless and gasping for air. Then I let her pull back to breath while I took the advantage of the tip her head to kiss unhurriedly down her neck, stopping to lick her collarbones before trailing my tongue down to her left breast.
I circled the nipple with the tip of my tongue several times before I finally sucked the
She shook her head violently then whispered, “The only thing I regret is that we didn’t have this moment sooner.”
The candor of her words hit me straight in the chest. I knew, in that moment, without a doubt, I loved this woman more than I loved anything or anyone in the whole world. I would do anything for her, to be with her. Now I just needed to make sure she realized she needed me that much, too.
Slowly, softly, I kissed her lips, sipping her sweetness little by little. Time slipped away, and it could have been a thousand little kisses later—who knew?—but then it wasn’t enough. I needed her. All of her.
Deepening my kiss, I ran my tongue against hers, giving her long, drugging kisses that I hoped intoxicated her as much as they did me. We were breathing each other’s air, and I was loving every second of it.
She ran her hands slowly down my chest to the hem of my towel, pulling it off my body haltingly, as if she were afraid I would stop her. No way in hell was I going to stop this.
Lifting my hips, I let her pull the towel completely away, and she dropped it on the floor. Then I lowered myself back over her and situated myself in the cradle of her hips, letting her feel just how much I wanted her—craved her, really.
I went to kiss her again, but she stopped me with her hands on my chest, holding me off. Confused, I could feel my heart thundering in my chest, fearing she was going to stop what was happening between us. Therefore, I watched, breath held, as she lowered her hands to her thighs and slowly inched her dress up, causing the silky fabric of her dress to rub against my hard length.
I hissed at the sensation, and my hips bucked out of instinct. I needed to be inside her as much as I needed my next breath. Her unhurried teasing was pure torture, but damn did it hurt so good.
Tantalizing hints of the skin of her upper thighs were revealed until she paused, the edge of the dress just covering the juncture of her thighs, which I knew was bare since I had ripped off her underwear the night before.
Biting my lip, head down, and eyes fully on the promise of what was to come, I waited for her to move. I wasn’t going to rush or pressure her to continue. She had to decide if this was what she wanted: to be with me, to bare herself to me. Even if it killed me, I would wait forever for that, because once she gave herself to me, I was never giving her back.
She was mine to keep forever.
Ginny took a deep breath, her small body rising underneath me from the move, rubbing our bodies together. She moaned at the contact, and nothing had ever sounded that good to me. It was music to my fucking ears.
Then it got better. Looking back up at her face, I caught the sight of her biting her bottom lip, her eyes glassy with desire, and her hair spread about her on the pillow like a halo. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my entire life. I couldn’t have pulled my face off the sight even if a bomb had gone off outside our door. I was captivated by the way she looked at me, like I was everything in the entire world to her.
That was how I missed the unveiling of her pussy as she finished pulling off her dress. What I didn’t miss was the way that soft fabric gave way.
Suddenly, my cock was against soft curls and warm, wet heat. I hissed at the contact and had to stop myself from pulling back and pushing into her right away. No rushing.
Bracing my hands on either side of her waist, I captured her lips again and put every emotion I couldn’t voice into that kiss, tasting her until we were both breathless and gasping for air. Then I let her pull back to breath while I took the advantage of the tip her head to kiss unhurriedly down her neck, stopping to lick her collarbones before trailing my tongue down to her left breast.
I circled the nipple with the tip of my tongue several times before I finally sucked the
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