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Authors: Rachel Billings
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bodies, corralling its urgent efforts to bust through his pants. He practically shuddered with the relief of it.
Holding her tightly in place, he looked down at her. She slowly raised her gaze from his chest. “Evvie,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She put her hands on his biceps, a warm touch that shouldn’t have made his cock take another leap but did. He took a steadying breath, then dropped his head and put his lips on her skin.
He was at the junction of her neck and shoulder, inside the little strap of silk and lace. Her skin was smooth and sweet, just as he’d expected. And hot, so hot.
He just touched for a long moment, feeling her heat, taking her scent into his lungs, taking her into his body. Imprinting. Then he opened his lips and tasted.
She quivered as he touched her with his tongue. “Gio.” It was only a breath, and the first time she’d used anything but his full name. He had to think he had her a little distracted.
He moved to take her mouth.
She didn’t seem to know much about kissing. He wondered if she’d had any experience since that night eight years ago. No matter. He considered himself a pro, and he didn’t mind giving lessons.
He brushed her lips, soft touches, and used a little suction on that lovely, lower one. He worked her a little harder, using more pressure, and she got the hang of it, moving her mouth a little against his.
Needing more, he urged her along. “Open a little, sweetheart. Open for me.”
She moaned a tad anxiously but trusted him enough to comply. Fighting the urge to shove his tongue in and fuck her with it, he dipped in gently.
She was a freaking good student. She liked that intimate exchange, cautiously meeting his tongue with hers and braving little strokes with it.
He wanted to take his time with her, but he just didn’t know if that was going to happen. He moved one hand to cup the back of her head and pillaged.
Lord, she was hot. He loved the taste of her and the way she yielded, letting him have what he wanted. He went deep, using his tongue, then going back to suck and nip at her lips.
Honest to God, his knees were shaking when he ended it. He shuddered out a breath and went back to her neck. He nibbled there while he slid his hand under the strap of her dress, right above her breast.
That took her aback some. She lifted to meet his gaze and watched even as he moved his hand, lifting the strap off her shoulder and drawing it down. He worked it a little until her breast was revealed.
“Holy fuck, Ev.” It was a beautiful breast, full and firm, mounded high. The areola was small and dark, circling a sweet, puckered little nipple.
Okay, he was a breast man and something of an expert. In his lifetime, no tit had ever topped this.
He was done holding back. He found the zipper in the back and let it down. The dress was built with its own little support—which she didn’t fucking need—and as soon as it was gone her breasts were bare.
He leaned her back over one arm, cupped her with his free hand, and took her with his mouth. He didn’t play around but took a good grip and sucked hard. It was fucking sweet heaven. Her nipple was like a firm berry in his mouth. He rubbed it with his tongue and had her crying out.
It wasn’t enough. He moved his hand from her breast to her thigh. He followed it up under her dress. She wore a thong with a coy little triangle in front that gave him no hindrance at all. Just like that he had her clit and gave her a few strokes. She was hot immediately, panting out his name, arching her breast into his mouth. He slid his fingers a little further and found her cunt, all warm and moist and welcoming. He finger fucked her, rubbing her clit again with his thumb, and she came.
Not wildly, but with sweet whimpers and nice, hard spasms of her body. He could feel the clench of it on his fingers and the soft huffs of her breath against his face.
This was fucking his woman. She was lucky he didn’t howl out his
Holding her tightly in place, he looked down at her. She slowly raised her gaze from his chest. “Evvie,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She put her hands on his biceps, a warm touch that shouldn’t have made his cock take another leap but did. He took a steadying breath, then dropped his head and put his lips on her skin.
He was at the junction of her neck and shoulder, inside the little strap of silk and lace. Her skin was smooth and sweet, just as he’d expected. And hot, so hot.
He just touched for a long moment, feeling her heat, taking her scent into his lungs, taking her into his body. Imprinting. Then he opened his lips and tasted.
She quivered as he touched her with his tongue. “Gio.” It was only a breath, and the first time she’d used anything but his full name. He had to think he had her a little distracted.
He moved to take her mouth.
She didn’t seem to know much about kissing. He wondered if she’d had any experience since that night eight years ago. No matter. He considered himself a pro, and he didn’t mind giving lessons.
He brushed her lips, soft touches, and used a little suction on that lovely, lower one. He worked her a little harder, using more pressure, and she got the hang of it, moving her mouth a little against his.
Needing more, he urged her along. “Open a little, sweetheart. Open for me.”
She moaned a tad anxiously but trusted him enough to comply. Fighting the urge to shove his tongue in and fuck her with it, he dipped in gently.
She was a freaking good student. She liked that intimate exchange, cautiously meeting his tongue with hers and braving little strokes with it.
He wanted to take his time with her, but he just didn’t know if that was going to happen. He moved one hand to cup the back of her head and pillaged.
Lord, she was hot. He loved the taste of her and the way she yielded, letting him have what he wanted. He went deep, using his tongue, then going back to suck and nip at her lips.
Honest to God, his knees were shaking when he ended it. He shuddered out a breath and went back to her neck. He nibbled there while he slid his hand under the strap of her dress, right above her breast.
That took her aback some. She lifted to meet his gaze and watched even as he moved his hand, lifting the strap off her shoulder and drawing it down. He worked it a little until her breast was revealed.
“Holy fuck, Ev.” It was a beautiful breast, full and firm, mounded high. The areola was small and dark, circling a sweet, puckered little nipple.
Okay, he was a breast man and something of an expert. In his lifetime, no tit had ever topped this.
He was done holding back. He found the zipper in the back and let it down. The dress was built with its own little support—which she didn’t fucking need—and as soon as it was gone her breasts were bare.
He leaned her back over one arm, cupped her with his free hand, and took her with his mouth. He didn’t play around but took a good grip and sucked hard. It was fucking sweet heaven. Her nipple was like a firm berry in his mouth. He rubbed it with his tongue and had her crying out.
It wasn’t enough. He moved his hand from her breast to her thigh. He followed it up under her dress. She wore a thong with a coy little triangle in front that gave him no hindrance at all. Just like that he had her clit and gave her a few strokes. She was hot immediately, panting out his name, arching her breast into his mouth. He slid his fingers a little further and found her cunt, all warm and moist and welcoming. He finger fucked her, rubbing her clit again with his thumb, and she came.
Not wildly, but with sweet whimpers and nice, hard spasms of her body. He could feel the clench of it on his fingers and the soft huffs of her breath against his face.
This was fucking his woman. She was lucky he didn’t howl out his
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