mouth moved back to hers, his tongue stroking her lower lip gently before slipping inside. She gasped again and tightened her grip as he growled low and soft, deepening the kiss. She deliberately stroked his tongue with hers and then drew back to suck on his full lower lip as he groaned softly. Then, without warning, she nipped him. She’d wanted to do that for ages. He inhaled harshly and hauled her closer, tangling their legs together on the couch.
“Sweetheart, you learn fast,” he murmured. Sabrina watched him inhale and hoped she smelled good. He kissed her again, smoothing his hands gently over her shoulders as though he worried about frightening her. Silly man , she thought.
Sabrina wanted to climb into his body, wanted to lick his skin until he couldn’t speak anymore. She didn’t know where these aggressive thoughts were coming from, but was grateful Jimmy didn’t seem to mind. She pulled back from the kiss and climbed over his legs until she was astride his lap, holding herself up to look at how their bodies fit. She felt a stab of indecision as she realized just where she’d put herself, but Jimmy smiled and lay back against the couch, his head falling into a beam of sunlight. His eyes were bright in the light.
So lovely , she thought, then slowly lowered her body until she was directly against his cock. She watched his face the entire time. His mouth opened and he trembled, trying to hold still. Then he closed his eyes and grabbed her hips, thrusting up against her sex. She shivered and rubbed against the zipper of his shorts. She still wore the light yellow skirt, so the only thing between them was the thin fabric of her satin panties and his denim.
“God, Jimmy, you feel so good!” she gasped, grinding down again. His erection leaped as she spoke, and he opened his eyes, smiling fiercely.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Sabrina.” He slid his hands down from her hips to the bare skin of her legs. He smiled as he slowly slipped his fingers beneath her skirt, then moved up, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with his thumbs. She froze. Heat flashed through her when she realized she was wet. If Jimmy moved his hands any higher, he would know. She flushed.
“So, any questions?” he asked, voice husky. He eased his hands higher and higher, watching her face carefully. Sabrina felt how careful he was being with her and almost closed her eyes but didn’t want to look away from him. His thumbs soothed her nervousness, stopping just short of her panties. His shirt gaped, showing every sleek muscle in his chest as he touched her.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he repeated, rubbing circles into her skin.
“Wh-what? Questions?” She licked her lips. His eyes darted to her face for a moment before dropping down to watch her nipples poke against the thin material of her halter top. She almost hid her face when she felt his hips jerk slightly, as though he couldn’t help himself. She looked at him, realizing that he was holding back, trying to keep from rushing her.
“Yeah, questions. I’m supposed to be answering any questions you might have about sex, remember?” She gasped as his thumbs moved a little higher. He was teasing her! She wanted to kill him for a brief second, then felt amusement. Hmm, two can play this game.
“Questions. Uh, let me think.” She paused, pretending to be deep in thought as she absently rubbed herself against him again. Jimmy gasped, and she smiled. “Well, I’ve always wondered if a man’s nipples are as sensitive as a woman’s. I liked what you did to me this morning. Do you like it when someone plays with your nipples? Or your nipple ring?”
Her heart pounded and she could barely breathe as she waited for his reaction, hoping that he felt as hot as she did. She could hardly believe she’d said that, but she didn’t have to wait long as he shivered beneath her and grabbed her hips, stilling her rocking motion. When she looked down at his
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