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for his belt. He moaned beneath my touch, causing my hands to fumble for a second. With his belt on the floor, he slipped out of his pants and rolled me over to take off my shorts. When our underwear found their way to the floor, he reached down for h is jeans, searching the pocket.
I reached blindly to my bedside stand drawer and pulle d out a condom. “No, I got it.”
I was always prepared in the bedroom , but all at once I hoped he didn’t think I made a habit out of this. He smirked as he took the foil from my hands, but ignored my confused look as he set it on the pillow next to me.
Bo adjusted his position. His torso was on mine and his lower half was off to the side of my body, resting on the bed. His hands were like silk as they massaged my breasts, quickening my breath. I reached for him; I could feel him on the outside of my thigh, but he took my hand and placed it authoritatively on his back as he kissed each one of my nipples. My hips were rising involuntarily against his touch. He traced a line of supple kisses from my breasts to my navel. He did this for an eternity before he rose to meet my mouth. His tongue danced across my lips and I parted them, welcoming him in. This all feels so right. He hooked one arm under my hips, leaving his body over me. I was gloriously pinned to my bed.
Our tongues got reacquainted as I tried again to reach for him; he stopped my hand for a minute before he gave in , and his tongue quickened its search of mine as I gripped him tightly.
I want him so badly.
“Damn.” He pulled away from my mouth, biting his lip with his eyes closed tightly while I glided my hand up and down. He buried his forehead into my shoulder, and tried to control hi s breathing as I worked faster.
“I’m not in a hurry,” he breathed as hi s hand rode up my inner thigh. All the air left my lungs as he expertly manipulated his fingers. I released him and dug my hands into his shoulder blades. He didn’t protest. He didn’t stop. I dragged my fingers across his expansive back and up his neck. My sighs of pleasure were punctuated by the tightening of my fingers through his damp hair.
Every inch of me bow ed in wonder at his attention. He wasn’t in my room for anything quick and meaningless. No, he made that clear as he moved his hands up the length of my body and interlaced his fingers behind my head. I shifted my hips a little so he was positioned between my slightly bent knees. His kiss was enough - more than enough - to m ake my soul weep in jubilation.
Any other sexual experience I had up until this point was focused on the intercourse itself, getting there and hurtling through it until a climax on his part, and acting on mine. It was hard to omit a comparison to Adrian, when everything about Bo, and his touch, and his kiss, was so staggeringly different. I mattered to Bo; it wasn’t just my body he was trying to please - it was my spirit, my soul, my core.
“Bo . . . ” I turned my face just enough to speak. He pulled his head back and looked at me.
“Are you OK ?” His thumb crossed my lips.
“Perfect. God . . . Bo . . . I want you.” My body was trembling under him, begging me for a release .
Bo’s lips turned up at the corners as he reached for the condom that was lyi ng in wait on my other pillow.
“Are you sure, November?”
“A hundred percent.” I wound my arm through his and gripped the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine for a r eassuring kiss.
Bo sat up to roll the condom on. He replanted his hands on either side of my shoulders. My knees rose higher as he kissed me from my ear to my navel once more. I shifted restlessly beneath him, anxious to feel him inside me.
We moaned simultaneously as he slowly and carefully entered the deepest part of me I could physically offer. It took no time at all to find a rhythm, as if we were made to do this with each other only. I lifted my hips to meet his movement, and he hummed through clenched teeth as he increased
I reached blindly to my bedside stand drawer and pulle d out a condom. “No, I got it.”
I was always prepared in the bedroom , but all at once I hoped he didn’t think I made a habit out of this. He smirked as he took the foil from my hands, but ignored my confused look as he set it on the pillow next to me.
Bo adjusted his position. His torso was on mine and his lower half was off to the side of my body, resting on the bed. His hands were like silk as they massaged my breasts, quickening my breath. I reached for him; I could feel him on the outside of my thigh, but he took my hand and placed it authoritatively on his back as he kissed each one of my nipples. My hips were rising involuntarily against his touch. He traced a line of supple kisses from my breasts to my navel. He did this for an eternity before he rose to meet my mouth. His tongue danced across my lips and I parted them, welcoming him in. This all feels so right. He hooked one arm under my hips, leaving his body over me. I was gloriously pinned to my bed.
Our tongues got reacquainted as I tried again to reach for him; he stopped my hand for a minute before he gave in , and his tongue quickened its search of mine as I gripped him tightly.
I want him so badly.
“Damn.” He pulled away from my mouth, biting his lip with his eyes closed tightly while I glided my hand up and down. He buried his forehead into my shoulder, and tried to control hi s breathing as I worked faster.
“I’m not in a hurry,” he breathed as hi s hand rode up my inner thigh. All the air left my lungs as he expertly manipulated his fingers. I released him and dug my hands into his shoulder blades. He didn’t protest. He didn’t stop. I dragged my fingers across his expansive back and up his neck. My sighs of pleasure were punctuated by the tightening of my fingers through his damp hair.
Every inch of me bow ed in wonder at his attention. He wasn’t in my room for anything quick and meaningless. No, he made that clear as he moved his hands up the length of my body and interlaced his fingers behind my head. I shifted my hips a little so he was positioned between my slightly bent knees. His kiss was enough - more than enough - to m ake my soul weep in jubilation.
Any other sexual experience I had up until this point was focused on the intercourse itself, getting there and hurtling through it until a climax on his part, and acting on mine. It was hard to omit a comparison to Adrian, when everything about Bo, and his touch, and his kiss, was so staggeringly different. I mattered to Bo; it wasn’t just my body he was trying to please - it was my spirit, my soul, my core.
“Bo . . . ” I turned my face just enough to speak. He pulled his head back and looked at me.
“Are you OK ?” His thumb crossed my lips.
“Perfect. God . . . Bo . . . I want you.” My body was trembling under him, begging me for a release .
Bo’s lips turned up at the corners as he reached for the condom that was lyi ng in wait on my other pillow.
“Are you sure, November?”
“A hundred percent.” I wound my arm through his and gripped the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine for a r eassuring kiss.
Bo sat up to roll the condom on. He replanted his hands on either side of my shoulders. My knees rose higher as he kissed me from my ear to my navel once more. I shifted restlessly beneath him, anxious to feel him inside me.
We moaned simultaneously as he slowly and carefully entered the deepest part of me I could physically offer. It took no time at all to find a rhythm, as if we were made to do this with each other only. I lifted my hips to meet his movement, and he hummed through clenched teeth as he increased
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