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Authors: Abbie Cole
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I am burning from the inside out.
I am not even aware of raising my arms as I slide them around her neck, to cradle her head as my tongue reaches out for hers. I am lost.
I put my hands on her legs, lifting her I swing her around so that she is astride me, her skirt up high around her thighs, as I press her against my erection, pressing that damp, aching part of her against my hardness, and she makes a soft, moaning sound as I rub against her. My hand slides down beneath her skirt, touching her, and she pushes her pussy against my hand, my arm holds her fast, and in truth I know she doesn’t want to escape. She wants my hands on her dampness, my long fingers parting the slick folds of her body, and when my thumb brushes against her clit she jerks and a rush of pleasure washes through me.
She stops me.
My eyes narrow slits in the dark limo, and I can feel my heart pounding against her, my breath slightly labored. “You don’t want me to stop. You’re wet. Even in this heated car your nipples are hard. And you kissed me back. Your tongue was in my mouth.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She leans forward biting my neck. “I want you to fuck me.”
I stare down into her face and brush my palm up her spine. She curls her fists into the front of my shirt. “Now.”
“Yes, Miss George.” I lower my mouth to hers, my fingers plow through the sides of her hair, brushing it back from her face and lifting it from her shoulders. I hold her face in my palms, tilting her head back, and taking advantage of her parted lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, warm and slick, instantly possessive and consuming.
She runs her hands down my shirt, then back up again. I feel my muscles bunch, responding to her touch, the overwhelming arousal.
She wraps her arms around my neck and one of my hands slide to the small of her back and bring her closer. The ridge of my erection presses into the crease of her thighs and pelvis, and the kiss immediately turns hotter, wetter. With our mouths and tongues, both of us feed the desire running through our veins that threatens to consume us.
The kiss burns hot and intense, arching my hips to grind my hard cock against her. The erotic rhythm draws a deep groan from my chest and leaves me aching for more.
I slide my moist mouth to the side of her throat, and she leans hers to one side to give me better access. The tip of my tongue touches her ear, then I work my way to the base of her throat and pause to suck the sensitive flesh in the hallow as one of my hands unbuttons her shirt all the way, I peel her shirt from her shoulders, down her arms, to her elbows. I kiss a warm path across her collarbone. Then I find her breast. Her nipple instantly hardens in my palm.
“Miss George,” I whisper against her neck.
“Call me Nicole.” She raises my head.
I looked into her eyes. “Nicole,” I whisper.
She grips my head and brings my lips back to hers.
My hand tightens possessively on her breast and then relaxes. I brush my palm across her nipple.
God, she is so much more than I could have ever imagined. Her straight-laced buttoned up persona is all a façade.
“That first day, I thought you were sexy as hell.” She moves her hands to the front of my shirt and pushes it apart. She combs her fingers through the short fine hair on my chest, her other palm skimming the hard muscles of my stomach following the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of my trousers. She stares as if fascinated by what she is looking at and what she is touching.
I smile as she glances up at me. The tips of her fingers brush the bare skin of my stomach and heat pools in my groin causing my cock to press painfully against the confines of my trousers, especially when she runs her hand up the taut flesh of my arms, over my shoulder, to the side of my neck. She slips her fingers back through my hair and I groan into her mouth as
I am not even aware of raising my arms as I slide them around her neck, to cradle her head as my tongue reaches out for hers. I am lost.
I put my hands on her legs, lifting her I swing her around so that she is astride me, her skirt up high around her thighs, as I press her against my erection, pressing that damp, aching part of her against my hardness, and she makes a soft, moaning sound as I rub against her. My hand slides down beneath her skirt, touching her, and she pushes her pussy against my hand, my arm holds her fast, and in truth I know she doesn’t want to escape. She wants my hands on her dampness, my long fingers parting the slick folds of her body, and when my thumb brushes against her clit she jerks and a rush of pleasure washes through me.
She stops me.
My eyes narrow slits in the dark limo, and I can feel my heart pounding against her, my breath slightly labored. “You don’t want me to stop. You’re wet. Even in this heated car your nipples are hard. And you kissed me back. Your tongue was in my mouth.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She leans forward biting my neck. “I want you to fuck me.”
I stare down into her face and brush my palm up her spine. She curls her fists into the front of my shirt. “Now.”
“Yes, Miss George.” I lower my mouth to hers, my fingers plow through the sides of her hair, brushing it back from her face and lifting it from her shoulders. I hold her face in my palms, tilting her head back, and taking advantage of her parted lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, warm and slick, instantly possessive and consuming.
She runs her hands down my shirt, then back up again. I feel my muscles bunch, responding to her touch, the overwhelming arousal.
She wraps her arms around my neck and one of my hands slide to the small of her back and bring her closer. The ridge of my erection presses into the crease of her thighs and pelvis, and the kiss immediately turns hotter, wetter. With our mouths and tongues, both of us feed the desire running through our veins that threatens to consume us.
The kiss burns hot and intense, arching my hips to grind my hard cock against her. The erotic rhythm draws a deep groan from my chest and leaves me aching for more.
I slide my moist mouth to the side of her throat, and she leans hers to one side to give me better access. The tip of my tongue touches her ear, then I work my way to the base of her throat and pause to suck the sensitive flesh in the hallow as one of my hands unbuttons her shirt all the way, I peel her shirt from her shoulders, down her arms, to her elbows. I kiss a warm path across her collarbone. Then I find her breast. Her nipple instantly hardens in my palm.
“Miss George,” I whisper against her neck.
“Call me Nicole.” She raises my head.
I looked into her eyes. “Nicole,” I whisper.
She grips my head and brings my lips back to hers.
My hand tightens possessively on her breast and then relaxes. I brush my palm across her nipple.
God, she is so much more than I could have ever imagined. Her straight-laced buttoned up persona is all a façade.
“That first day, I thought you were sexy as hell.” She moves her hands to the front of my shirt and pushes it apart. She combs her fingers through the short fine hair on my chest, her other palm skimming the hard muscles of my stomach following the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of my trousers. She stares as if fascinated by what she is looking at and what she is touching.
I smile as she glances up at me. The tips of her fingers brush the bare skin of my stomach and heat pools in my groin causing my cock to press painfully against the confines of my trousers, especially when she runs her hand up the taut flesh of my arms, over my shoulder, to the side of my neck. She slips her fingers back through my hair and I groan into her mouth as
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