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though she could.
“Breathe, Tamara. I’m here. I won’t leave you; I promise.” His voice soothed her, as did his hands, which were stroking her back. “I don’t want you to worry about this. Everything will be all right; I promise you.”
“You can’t know that, Lex,” she mumbled into his chest. “You’re not invincible.”
She felt his chest heave under her and knew he was laughing. “It’s not funny!” she said, pulling away from him to glare at him.
“Well, at least you’re not trembling any more. I see I’ll have to keep you angry so you’ll forget to be afraid,” he said, bending to kiss her nose. “You’re a worry wart, aren’t you?” he asked her, raising her chin to look into her wet eyes. “I can see it now. I’ll be a henpecked husband.” He kissed her lips lightly, smiling down at her. When she slapped his arm, he laughed again. “What? It’s only the truth. I’m just waiting for you to give me the list of instructions for how to stay safe and to tell me what time I’d better be back by or else you’re coming to get me with fire in your eyes!”
“I am not a bossy female!” she protested, pinching him this time.
“Ouch!” he said, though she knew he hadn’t felt it. “Wounded man here! Have a heart!”
“And I can see you’re going to try to weasel your way out of trouble by pretending to be hurt when you’re not!” she retorted, trying to pull away from his hold.
He held on to her, pulling her with him to the extra wide armchair next to the window. He sat down and settled her on his lap. She could feel the bulge in his jeans and wondered how he could be thinking about sex when there was so much danger around. She knew she hadn’t been, till she felt his cock jerk when she settled her bottom on him. She tried to think of other things—because she felt guilty for suddenly needing to ride him to a screaming orgasm. It couldn’t possibly be normal. It felt incredibly wicked. And when he pushed up against her warming pussy, she moaned and hid her face against his shoulder.
“Look at me, Tamara,” he demanded, waiting till she complied. “There will never be a time that I won’t want you. No matter what else is going on. And I don’t ever want you to hide away from wanting me just as much. We belong together. Nothing we do with each other, nothing we feel for each other is wrong. Ever.”
She stared at him in shock. “How did you…?”
“I’m your first lover, honey. I can imagine what you’re thinking.”
He pushed up against her again, and she moaned and squirmed, needing to feel that sweet burst of sensation between her legs. She turned her lips up to his, and he accepted her silent invitation, invading her mouth with his marauding tongue, holding her head steady so he could plunder them and extract the very last drop of sweetness from her lips. He nipped and sucked on her lips and swiped his tongue across them, and Tammie understood how it felt to be overwhelmed by sensation.
His hands were busy as he kissed her, stroking her through the cloth of her shorts, then sliding under the hem of one leg and reaching up to tease her.
“So tell me about the stories you’ve sent off to your boss,” he asked suddenly, his hands still busy under her shorts.
How did he expect her to think when he was holding her on the edge of a precipice that she knew she would fall over if he touched her clit even once? His mouth was even now suckling her left breast through the thin layer of lace that covered it. She hadn’t even noticed when he had unbuttoned her top. She struggled to think while he systematically destroyed her powers of concentration with his talented fingers and tongue. He had also unbuttoned her shorts, and now his hands were inside her panties, his fingers moving around her pussy lips, sliding between them,
“Breathe, Tamara. I’m here. I won’t leave you; I promise.” His voice soothed her, as did his hands, which were stroking her back. “I don’t want you to worry about this. Everything will be all right; I promise you.”
“You can’t know that, Lex,” she mumbled into his chest. “You’re not invincible.”
She felt his chest heave under her and knew he was laughing. “It’s not funny!” she said, pulling away from him to glare at him.
“Well, at least you’re not trembling any more. I see I’ll have to keep you angry so you’ll forget to be afraid,” he said, bending to kiss her nose. “You’re a worry wart, aren’t you?” he asked her, raising her chin to look into her wet eyes. “I can see it now. I’ll be a henpecked husband.” He kissed her lips lightly, smiling down at her. When she slapped his arm, he laughed again. “What? It’s only the truth. I’m just waiting for you to give me the list of instructions for how to stay safe and to tell me what time I’d better be back by or else you’re coming to get me with fire in your eyes!”
“I am not a bossy female!” she protested, pinching him this time.
“Ouch!” he said, though she knew he hadn’t felt it. “Wounded man here! Have a heart!”
“And I can see you’re going to try to weasel your way out of trouble by pretending to be hurt when you’re not!” she retorted, trying to pull away from his hold.
He held on to her, pulling her with him to the extra wide armchair next to the window. He sat down and settled her on his lap. She could feel the bulge in his jeans and wondered how he could be thinking about sex when there was so much danger around. She knew she hadn’t been, till she felt his cock jerk when she settled her bottom on him. She tried to think of other things—because she felt guilty for suddenly needing to ride him to a screaming orgasm. It couldn’t possibly be normal. It felt incredibly wicked. And when he pushed up against her warming pussy, she moaned and hid her face against his shoulder.
“Look at me, Tamara,” he demanded, waiting till she complied. “There will never be a time that I won’t want you. No matter what else is going on. And I don’t ever want you to hide away from wanting me just as much. We belong together. Nothing we do with each other, nothing we feel for each other is wrong. Ever.”
She stared at him in shock. “How did you…?”
“I’m your first lover, honey. I can imagine what you’re thinking.”
He pushed up against her again, and she moaned and squirmed, needing to feel that sweet burst of sensation between her legs. She turned her lips up to his, and he accepted her silent invitation, invading her mouth with his marauding tongue, holding her head steady so he could plunder them and extract the very last drop of sweetness from her lips. He nipped and sucked on her lips and swiped his tongue across them, and Tammie understood how it felt to be overwhelmed by sensation.
His hands were busy as he kissed her, stroking her through the cloth of her shorts, then sliding under the hem of one leg and reaching up to tease her.
“So tell me about the stories you’ve sent off to your boss,” he asked suddenly, his hands still busy under her shorts.
How did he expect her to think when he was holding her on the edge of a precipice that she knew she would fall over if he touched her clit even once? His mouth was even now suckling her left breast through the thin layer of lace that covered it. She hadn’t even noticed when he had unbuttoned her top. She struggled to think while he systematically destroyed her powers of concentration with his talented fingers and tongue. He had also unbuttoned her shorts, and now his hands were inside her panties, his fingers moving around her pussy lips, sliding between them,
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