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nodded toward the shoes. “Didn’t want to leave them on?”
I trailed kisses up her thighs before hooking my fingers in her panties. “We’ll save that for another night. It’s a very long list, after all.”
“I bet it’s huge,” she purred. Fuck me running, this girl knew her way around a double entendre. “But I don’t remember signing up for repeat performances.”
“Then it’s a good thing you like me because this might take a while.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Lauren’s while I tugged her panties down. I needed to see the way my words affected her, and I needed her to know we were a breath away from something we wouldn’t be able to control, and I needed her there with me.
“And I thought you’d be all wholesome pink cotton. Never expected this.”
I lifted the fabric to my face and inhaled her musky scent. No ordinary panties for Miss Halsted. They were fragile and lovely, and required the proper amount of admiration before this turned indecent. We stared at each other, her underwear pressed to my face and her body exposed before me.
I tucked them into my pocket and nudged her legs apart, and nothing could have prepared me for that treat when I finally broke away from her eyes. “And I certainly didn’t expect this.”
Recently and quite thoroughly waxed. So many contradictions in one woman but I couldn’t be sure which side of her dominated as she seemed to fight off both in equal measure. I teased my tongue down her slit, and her essence washed over me.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands seizing my hair.
I leaned back and aimed a hard gaze at her. “God has nothing to do with this. You want to thank someone, I’ll be right here, worshipping you and your outrageous body for the foreseeable future. God isn’t involved.”
I latched my mouth on her clit, sucking and stroking until her legs tightened around my head, and she shrieked, “Matthew!”
I smiled against her, enjoying the sound of my name in her trembling voice. It was the best oral sex anthem I’d ever heard. Goosebumps spread over her skin, her eyes screwed shut, and I knew she was close when her nails bit into my scalp.
“Lauren,” I commanded. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazed over with need and bright, bright green. The tousle of her hair, the flush riding along her cheeks, the erratic rise and fall of her chest—seeing it all from between her thighs was a new level of insanely sexy. She held my gaze as she rode the spasms, her eyes full and lips parted, then she slumped back against the sofa with a shuddering moan. She held nothing back, and I loved it.
The past day didn’t give me time to know everything about Lauren, and I wasn’t about to discover them all tonight, but I sensed we knew each other, recognized each other, and a few things were clear. First, she was under my skin and in my blood, and as much as I hated talking about spiritual shit, there was a possibility she knew me in another life. Second, she played the part of the wholesome schoolteacher, but pull back the boy shorts and she was very, very naughty. Third—and most importantly—no one was giving this woman what she needed. The way she came apart in my hands and the astonished reaction to her orgasm made that abundantly clear.
She raked her hands through my hair, and I interpreted her grip as an invitation to continue licking. Her tissues pulsed under my tongue, and that response felt better than finishing any triathlon.
“Oh my…Matthew,” she sighed.
Possessiveness spread out from my chest and through my limbs, and the air around me tasted different, new. I didn’t care whether it was only tonight; she could be mine right now. My teeth connected with Lauren’s inner thigh, and I nipped the tender skin there, raining kisses over the blossoming welt. “That’s right,” I growled.
My hands ran up her legs, palming the globes of her ass. I fought the urge to plunge into her right there but I wanted
I trailed kisses up her thighs before hooking my fingers in her panties. “We’ll save that for another night. It’s a very long list, after all.”
“I bet it’s huge,” she purred. Fuck me running, this girl knew her way around a double entendre. “But I don’t remember signing up for repeat performances.”
“Then it’s a good thing you like me because this might take a while.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Lauren’s while I tugged her panties down. I needed to see the way my words affected her, and I needed her to know we were a breath away from something we wouldn’t be able to control, and I needed her there with me.
“And I thought you’d be all wholesome pink cotton. Never expected this.”
I lifted the fabric to my face and inhaled her musky scent. No ordinary panties for Miss Halsted. They were fragile and lovely, and required the proper amount of admiration before this turned indecent. We stared at each other, her underwear pressed to my face and her body exposed before me.
I tucked them into my pocket and nudged her legs apart, and nothing could have prepared me for that treat when I finally broke away from her eyes. “And I certainly didn’t expect this.”
Recently and quite thoroughly waxed. So many contradictions in one woman but I couldn’t be sure which side of her dominated as she seemed to fight off both in equal measure. I teased my tongue down her slit, and her essence washed over me.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands seizing my hair.
I leaned back and aimed a hard gaze at her. “God has nothing to do with this. You want to thank someone, I’ll be right here, worshipping you and your outrageous body for the foreseeable future. God isn’t involved.”
I latched my mouth on her clit, sucking and stroking until her legs tightened around my head, and she shrieked, “Matthew!”
I smiled against her, enjoying the sound of my name in her trembling voice. It was the best oral sex anthem I’d ever heard. Goosebumps spread over her skin, her eyes screwed shut, and I knew she was close when her nails bit into my scalp.
“Lauren,” I commanded. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, hazed over with need and bright, bright green. The tousle of her hair, the flush riding along her cheeks, the erratic rise and fall of her chest—seeing it all from between her thighs was a new level of insanely sexy. She held my gaze as she rode the spasms, her eyes full and lips parted, then she slumped back against the sofa with a shuddering moan. She held nothing back, and I loved it.
The past day didn’t give me time to know everything about Lauren, and I wasn’t about to discover them all tonight, but I sensed we knew each other, recognized each other, and a few things were clear. First, she was under my skin and in my blood, and as much as I hated talking about spiritual shit, there was a possibility she knew me in another life. Second, she played the part of the wholesome schoolteacher, but pull back the boy shorts and she was very, very naughty. Third—and most importantly—no one was giving this woman what she needed. The way she came apart in my hands and the astonished reaction to her orgasm made that abundantly clear.
She raked her hands through my hair, and I interpreted her grip as an invitation to continue licking. Her tissues pulsed under my tongue, and that response felt better than finishing any triathlon.
“Oh my…Matthew,” she sighed.
Possessiveness spread out from my chest and through my limbs, and the air around me tasted different, new. I didn’t care whether it was only tonight; she could be mine right now. My teeth connected with Lauren’s inner thigh, and I nipped the tender skin there, raining kisses over the blossoming welt. “That’s right,” I growled.
My hands ran up her legs, palming the globes of her ass. I fought the urge to plunge into her right there but I wanted
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