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hands holding me in place. He was gentle with me, but he was clearly so much more powerful than me, and I liked that in a man. I wanted to feel small and delicate when I felt a man's broad hands against me, and Clint's ranch-weathered body was more than up to the task.
He pulled his mouth away from mine, and I whimpered at the loss, but groaned in approval as he kissed a desperate line down my jaw. Hot flicks of his tongue on my ear almost undid me, and that wasn't anything I'd ever known that I liked before him.
I groaned his name and ordered him not to stop, and he chuckled into my neck, kissing a slow line down to where my shirt started.
"May I touch you?" he asked, sliding his hands from my hips, over my shirt, to just underneath my breasts.
"You'd better," I grumbled.
He chuckled again and obediently cupped my chest in his large hands, gently stroking the tops with his thumbs.
"Oh, yes," I said, "Yes, just like that."
He captured my lips again, not moving his hands, continuing his slow teasing of my body.
When he released my lips, I groaned his name and he nodded against me.
"Yeah," he grunted, before kissing me again, "Yeah."
His clever fingers found my nipples and started gently tugging the hard nubs, not enough to hurt, just a gentle pressure against the aching flesh.
"More," I said, pulling my mouth away from his briefly, before claiming it again in a searing kiss of my own.
His hands skimmed down over my body again, finding the hem of my shirt and pulling at it.
"Off?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, leaning back and raising my arms so he could pull it over my head.
He grinned at the sight of my chest in the little bra, and reached around me to fiddle with the clasp.
"This too?" he asked.
I nodded and rocked back, panting and flushed, sitting on his strong thighs.
When my breasts were totally revealed to him, he groaned and pulled my chest to his mouth, finding one of my nipples and flicking his tongue against it, mimicking the motion with his fingers on my other hard nub.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, which he didn't object to, as he kept his mouth on me, tormenting me with the touch of his lips, his tongue, all over my chest.
He pulled away for a minute and straightened, looking down at me.
"I love it when you groan for me," he said, and I laughed. I hadn't even realized that I was making noise.
"I'm definitely enjoying myself," I said.
"I can tell," he said.
He took my nipple between his fingertips and rolled it, making me arch and gasp.
I reached out for the buttons of his work shirt and started to undo them, my fingers fumbling as he distracted me with his own.
"Just get it off," I finally said.
He pulled his hands away from my body reluctantly and started working on the buttons, faster than I was managing.
"I want to see you so badly," I said, staring as the tight white undershirt was revealed.
He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my neck as he continued to unbutton his shirt, his hands working quickly between our bodies.
"Couch?" he asked.
"What?" I asked.
He grinned, pulling the overshirt off over his head.
"Do you want to go to the couch? It's right over there and we'd be more comfortable," he said.
I hopped off his lap and turned to find a better surface for getting to know his body.
"Oh, yes," I heard him say, before I squealed as he picked me up and tossed me gently over his shoulder.
I hadn't been picked up like that by a lover before, and I laughed and squealed as I hung, eye-level with his ass.
He navigated the divider between the kitchen and living room and crossed to the couch in a few long strides, tossing me onto the soft sofa and immediately covering my body with his own, trapping me beneath him and leaning down to suck at my collarbone.
He pulled off for a moment and looked me in the eye.
"This okay?" he
He pulled his mouth away from mine, and I whimpered at the loss, but groaned in approval as he kissed a desperate line down my jaw. Hot flicks of his tongue on my ear almost undid me, and that wasn't anything I'd ever known that I liked before him.
I groaned his name and ordered him not to stop, and he chuckled into my neck, kissing a slow line down to where my shirt started.
"May I touch you?" he asked, sliding his hands from my hips, over my shirt, to just underneath my breasts.
"You'd better," I grumbled.
He chuckled again and obediently cupped my chest in his large hands, gently stroking the tops with his thumbs.
"Oh, yes," I said, "Yes, just like that."
He captured my lips again, not moving his hands, continuing his slow teasing of my body.
When he released my lips, I groaned his name and he nodded against me.
"Yeah," he grunted, before kissing me again, "Yeah."
His clever fingers found my nipples and started gently tugging the hard nubs, not enough to hurt, just a gentle pressure against the aching flesh.
"More," I said, pulling my mouth away from his briefly, before claiming it again in a searing kiss of my own.
His hands skimmed down over my body again, finding the hem of my shirt and pulling at it.
"Off?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, leaning back and raising my arms so he could pull it over my head.
He grinned at the sight of my chest in the little bra, and reached around me to fiddle with the clasp.
"This too?" he asked.
I nodded and rocked back, panting and flushed, sitting on his strong thighs.
When my breasts were totally revealed to him, he groaned and pulled my chest to his mouth, finding one of my nipples and flicking his tongue against it, mimicking the motion with his fingers on my other hard nub.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, which he didn't object to, as he kept his mouth on me, tormenting me with the touch of his lips, his tongue, all over my chest.
He pulled away for a minute and straightened, looking down at me.
"I love it when you groan for me," he said, and I laughed. I hadn't even realized that I was making noise.
"I'm definitely enjoying myself," I said.
"I can tell," he said.
He took my nipple between his fingertips and rolled it, making me arch and gasp.
I reached out for the buttons of his work shirt and started to undo them, my fingers fumbling as he distracted me with his own.
"Just get it off," I finally said.
He pulled his hands away from my body reluctantly and started working on the buttons, faster than I was managing.
"I want to see you so badly," I said, staring as the tight white undershirt was revealed.
He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my neck as he continued to unbutton his shirt, his hands working quickly between our bodies.
"Couch?" he asked.
"What?" I asked.
He grinned, pulling the overshirt off over his head.
"Do you want to go to the couch? It's right over there and we'd be more comfortable," he said.
I hopped off his lap and turned to find a better surface for getting to know his body.
"Oh, yes," I heard him say, before I squealed as he picked me up and tossed me gently over his shoulder.
I hadn't been picked up like that by a lover before, and I laughed and squealed as I hung, eye-level with his ass.
He navigated the divider between the kitchen and living room and crossed to the couch in a few long strides, tossing me onto the soft sofa and immediately covering my body with his own, trapping me beneath him and leaning down to suck at my collarbone.
He pulled off for a moment and looked me in the eye.
"This okay?" he
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