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Authors: Dawn Robertson
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all. He’s staring at me as I lay sprawled out across him. We both stare at each other for a moment, and then simultaneously move toward the other. The kiss is slow and tender. His hand tangles in my hair, and I move my body to cover his while straddling his lap.
Our lips part, and he cups my cheek. “Paisley?”
“Hmmm” I moan while I kiss my way down his neck. Taking in his distinct scent with each inch. He smells good - fresh like old spice.
“You don’t have to do this…” his words trail off. My concentration on nibbling on his neck is broken and I turn my head to meet his beautifully dark eyes. He is just as hesitant as I was thinking about being with him. I want to argue with myself about taking things slow with him. But I just can’t. I need him in a way I’ve never known. Never understood. I need him to make me whole again. I need him to make love to me the way I can see he desperately wants to behind those dark eyes.
“Diesel, I want to.” I lower my lips to his. My tongue traces his plump bottom lip before I pull it between my teeth. A moan escapes from him and gives me all the encouragement I need.
“Paisley…” he stops me. With a quick move he has my small body pinned to the bed under his. I should panic. I should want to retreat, but I don’t. I want him to keep going.
“Let me make love to you, Princess.” His mouth covers mine, cherishing my lips with tender kisses before he moves down my neck and to the swell of my breasts. “You are beautiful, every single inch of you, Paisley.” I listen and take in his words. I can’t think of another time in my life someone has called me beautiful and genuinely meant it. Would River call me beautiful? Shit. I have to stop thinking about him. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. I should only be thinking about Diesel.
“Why me Diesel?” His mouth leaves my cleavage and our eyes meet again. His face is covered in curiosity. A grin pulls at the corners of his mouth, and he answers me.
“Because since you walked into my life, I see everything in a different light.”
That’s all I need to let the last bit of guard down. This is right. No matter how rushed I may think it is. No matter how much we don’t know each other. No matter how much heartbreak this may cause eventually. This moment is right and I know I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
“Oh, Diesel! Right there!” I moan as his pierced tongue licks along my freshly shaved pussy lips. Every time the metal bead slides over my aching clit I am begging for him to never stop. It feels so damn good. Since the night we shared in my bed, I imagined what his mouth would feel on my cunt. And I have got to hand it to him; his oral skills are much better than I’d dreamt of. And boy did this girl dream.
“God you taste good.” His tongue dips inside me and I cry out in pleasure. My fingers fist his hair, and I scream his name into the quiet night air. I can’t stop panting while I recover from my orgasm. His glistening body hangs over my creamy naked skin. Our bodies are like night and day, you can see where his dark tan skin ends, and my pasty white body begins.
“You sure you want to, Paisley?” He whispers into my ear and I can only nod my head. Telling him to go ahead. I’m not scared. I’m not nervous. Even though I think I should be. Everything about this is right. Everything about us is right. I need this and for a deeper, unknown reason I know Diesel needs this just as much as I do. His demons are just as dark as mine, but he hides them so well.
I can feel his hard cock resting at my wet entrance. He lets out a sigh, and slowly presses into my waiting pussy. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his thick erection. Inch-by-inch, he carefully slides into me. It doesn’t hurt. I thought I would be screaming in pain, but the pleasure and intimacy between us is bringing me pleasure I never thought I would have again.
“Mmmm feels so good, Diesel.” I whisper into
Our lips part, and he cups my cheek. “Paisley?”
“Hmmm” I moan while I kiss my way down his neck. Taking in his distinct scent with each inch. He smells good - fresh like old spice.
“You don’t have to do this…” his words trail off. My concentration on nibbling on his neck is broken and I turn my head to meet his beautifully dark eyes. He is just as hesitant as I was thinking about being with him. I want to argue with myself about taking things slow with him. But I just can’t. I need him in a way I’ve never known. Never understood. I need him to make me whole again. I need him to make love to me the way I can see he desperately wants to behind those dark eyes.
“Diesel, I want to.” I lower my lips to his. My tongue traces his plump bottom lip before I pull it between my teeth. A moan escapes from him and gives me all the encouragement I need.
“Paisley…” he stops me. With a quick move he has my small body pinned to the bed under his. I should panic. I should want to retreat, but I don’t. I want him to keep going.
“Let me make love to you, Princess.” His mouth covers mine, cherishing my lips with tender kisses before he moves down my neck and to the swell of my breasts. “You are beautiful, every single inch of you, Paisley.” I listen and take in his words. I can’t think of another time in my life someone has called me beautiful and genuinely meant it. Would River call me beautiful? Shit. I have to stop thinking about him. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. I should only be thinking about Diesel.
“Why me Diesel?” His mouth leaves my cleavage and our eyes meet again. His face is covered in curiosity. A grin pulls at the corners of his mouth, and he answers me.
“Because since you walked into my life, I see everything in a different light.”
That’s all I need to let the last bit of guard down. This is right. No matter how rushed I may think it is. No matter how much we don’t know each other. No matter how much heartbreak this may cause eventually. This moment is right and I know I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
“Oh, Diesel! Right there!” I moan as his pierced tongue licks along my freshly shaved pussy lips. Every time the metal bead slides over my aching clit I am begging for him to never stop. It feels so damn good. Since the night we shared in my bed, I imagined what his mouth would feel on my cunt. And I have got to hand it to him; his oral skills are much better than I’d dreamt of. And boy did this girl dream.
“God you taste good.” His tongue dips inside me and I cry out in pleasure. My fingers fist his hair, and I scream his name into the quiet night air. I can’t stop panting while I recover from my orgasm. His glistening body hangs over my creamy naked skin. Our bodies are like night and day, you can see where his dark tan skin ends, and my pasty white body begins.
“You sure you want to, Paisley?” He whispers into my ear and I can only nod my head. Telling him to go ahead. I’m not scared. I’m not nervous. Even though I think I should be. Everything about this is right. Everything about us is right. I need this and for a deeper, unknown reason I know Diesel needs this just as much as I do. His demons are just as dark as mine, but he hides them so well.
I can feel his hard cock resting at my wet entrance. He lets out a sigh, and slowly presses into my waiting pussy. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his thick erection. Inch-by-inch, he carefully slides into me. It doesn’t hurt. I thought I would be screaming in pain, but the pleasure and intimacy between us is bringing me pleasure I never thought I would have again.
“Mmmm feels so good, Diesel.” I whisper into
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