He’s fully aware of what I want. His eyes move to my breasts and again my body bends to his invisible caress. “Look at your nipples, so hard, so pink. I liked having them in my mouth.” His eyes flash to mine. “I liked biting them too. Did you like it?”
The way he asks ignites that hot rush of pain and pleasure all over again. My chest rises as I nod.
“But now they’re sore,” he says in a husky tenor. I nod, biting my bottom lip. My nipples tingle and burn for his touch. “Show me where it hurts.”
I raise my hand and slowly brush my finger across my tender tip, thrilled by his response. He takes a deep breath and holds it as I continue to stroke my nipple. Oh, my God! What’s going on here? We went from baking pies and drinking coffee to me half-naked on his bed. A place a zillion other women must have been. What am I doing? What am I thinking? I’m not, that’s the problem. I’m lost to his masculine scent, his charming smile, and his twinkling eyes. He’s girl goo, and once he spreads a bit of his charm on you, it banquets. All of his delicious goo covers your whole body until he consumes every inch of you.
Leaning over me, he slides his palm beneath my nape. His fingers press into my skin and with the firm grip around my neck, he pulls my head up from the bed closer to his mouth. “Close your eyes,” he says, and my heavy lids capitulate until there’s nothing but darkness ... and his touch a gentle brush of his silky lips across my mouth. “Lay here.” He presses his lips to mine. “Don’t think,” he whispers into my cheek. “Just feel.” His mouth lightly skims my face at the same time that his hand covers my aching breast.
I writhe beneath his control. My spine curves. My lips separate. A small whimper releases from me. “Zeke.” I urgently breathe out his name.
His finger strokes my nipple. “Yes, sweetheart?” He pinches my hard tip. “You let me know when it feels good.” He squeezes harder as he takes my other nipple into his hot mouth. Another whimper pours from me. “That’s good,” he coaxes, suckling my tight bead. His other hand moves down the center of my rib cage. He runs a finger around the outside of my bellybutton. I suck in some air, my stomach caves, leaving a smooth slope for his fingers to follow down into the waist of my pants. My hands clench, and I shudder. I release the air from my lungs as his fingers slip beneath my panties.
“Very good,” he hums against my nipple. “I like the way your body responds to my touch. Now, do you want me to go further?”
“Yes.” I take another deep breath, ready and waiting for the best damn lay in Galveston County to ravish me.
“Do you want me to touch you where you’re wet?”
“Please,” I raggedly say. “Yes, please.”
“Okay, Lurlene, but there’s one more rule you don’t know about that I do need to tell you.”
My eyes fly open and he’s gazing down at me, expression unreadable and flat. “What?”
“I don’t sleep with the same girl twice.”
“Excuse me?” I try to sit up, confused and a part of me insulted. He places his palm on my chest and gently guides me back to down to the mattress. “I didn’t agree to any of your rules, and if you think that I’m going to have sex with you and−”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“I don’t care what you have to say. I’m done.” I go to sit up again, and he pins me back to the bed with his firm palm.
“No. We are not done. You’re not leaving this bed until I make you come.” He bends down and steals my mouth with another long, wet, and breathtaking kiss. His hand slips back into my pants. His fingers press through my wetness, and I fall victim to his touch. “I’m not letting all of this go to waste.” He delves a firm, strong finger deep inside of me. My body curves. I grab the arm attached to the hand that wields the magical finger penetrating my insides and let out a loud cry. “Yes. That’s it. Let me know where
The way he asks ignites that hot rush of pain and pleasure all over again. My chest rises as I nod.
“But now they’re sore,” he says in a husky tenor. I nod, biting my bottom lip. My nipples tingle and burn for his touch. “Show me where it hurts.”
I raise my hand and slowly brush my finger across my tender tip, thrilled by his response. He takes a deep breath and holds it as I continue to stroke my nipple. Oh, my God! What’s going on here? We went from baking pies and drinking coffee to me half-naked on his bed. A place a zillion other women must have been. What am I doing? What am I thinking? I’m not, that’s the problem. I’m lost to his masculine scent, his charming smile, and his twinkling eyes. He’s girl goo, and once he spreads a bit of his charm on you, it banquets. All of his delicious goo covers your whole body until he consumes every inch of you.
Leaning over me, he slides his palm beneath my nape. His fingers press into my skin and with the firm grip around my neck, he pulls my head up from the bed closer to his mouth. “Close your eyes,” he says, and my heavy lids capitulate until there’s nothing but darkness ... and his touch a gentle brush of his silky lips across my mouth. “Lay here.” He presses his lips to mine. “Don’t think,” he whispers into my cheek. “Just feel.” His mouth lightly skims my face at the same time that his hand covers my aching breast.
I writhe beneath his control. My spine curves. My lips separate. A small whimper releases from me. “Zeke.” I urgently breathe out his name.
His finger strokes my nipple. “Yes, sweetheart?” He pinches my hard tip. “You let me know when it feels good.” He squeezes harder as he takes my other nipple into his hot mouth. Another whimper pours from me. “That’s good,” he coaxes, suckling my tight bead. His other hand moves down the center of my rib cage. He runs a finger around the outside of my bellybutton. I suck in some air, my stomach caves, leaving a smooth slope for his fingers to follow down into the waist of my pants. My hands clench, and I shudder. I release the air from my lungs as his fingers slip beneath my panties.
“Very good,” he hums against my nipple. “I like the way your body responds to my touch. Now, do you want me to go further?”
“Yes.” I take another deep breath, ready and waiting for the best damn lay in Galveston County to ravish me.
“Do you want me to touch you where you’re wet?”
“Please,” I raggedly say. “Yes, please.”
“Okay, Lurlene, but there’s one more rule you don’t know about that I do need to tell you.”
My eyes fly open and he’s gazing down at me, expression unreadable and flat. “What?”
“I don’t sleep with the same girl twice.”
“Excuse me?” I try to sit up, confused and a part of me insulted. He places his palm on my chest and gently guides me back to down to the mattress. “I didn’t agree to any of your rules, and if you think that I’m going to have sex with you and−”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“I don’t care what you have to say. I’m done.” I go to sit up again, and he pins me back to the bed with his firm palm.
“No. We are not done. You’re not leaving this bed until I make you come.” He bends down and steals my mouth with another long, wet, and breathtaking kiss. His hand slips back into my pants. His fingers press through my wetness, and I fall victim to his touch. “I’m not letting all of this go to waste.” He delves a firm, strong finger deep inside of me. My body curves. I grab the arm attached to the hand that wields the magical finger penetrating my insides and let out a loud cry. “Yes. That’s it. Let me know where
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