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It’s been all of twenty seconds since he was last touching them and it feels like an eternity. “Remind me to make demands more often.”
“You can make demands of me anytime.”
His palms are rough but his hands are gentle, and I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation of them caressing me. Gradually, the lazy circles his thumbs are making around my nipples tighten, until they’re sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body and I’m making little mewing noises.
“You like that?” Jeremy asks. “Let’s try this.”
He bends down and takes one nipple in his mouth, worshipping it with his tongue. I squeeze my legs together and whimper. I’m desperate for release and at the same time, I never want this to end.
I fumble with his t-shirt and drag it over his head. He covers my body with his and finally, we’re skin to skin, his mouth on mine, his large body pressed between my legs.
Suddenly, he flips us over so that I’m on top. I take this as my cue to slide down his body, kissing and nipping at his incredible torso as I go, until I get to his jeans, which I unfasten and pull off, along with his boxer shorts. His cock springs free, smooth and proud, in perfect proportion to the rest of his large frame. I lick my lips.
“Everything about you is so beautiful I don’t know where to start,” I murmur.
“I know the feel—” he starts to say but the words fade into a moan as I run my tongue up the length of his shaft and then around the head. I close my lips over him, relishing the musky taste and scent, the sound of his breath pulled in tightly, the way his body tightens and his fingers tangle in my hair.
“Crap, please tell me you have a condom around here.” His voice is thick and hoarse.
“Yeah, yeah. Modern woman here.” I pause my ministrations long enough to roll over and extract a condom from my bedside table. I hold it up to him.
“Want me to put it on you?”
He grins. “Yes, but not yet.”
I’m flipped on my back again, and let me tell you something: girls my size don’t get the flipping treatment very often, and it is sexy as all hell to be manhandled by a guy like the Chief.
The Chief winks. “My turn,” he says, and then he’s moving down my body, sliding my sleep shorts and panties off, and pushing my thighs apart.
I let my head fall back on the pillow and surrender. It turns out that mouth of his is even more talented below the waist. He dots the sensitive skin of my thighs with teasing kisses that gradually circle inward toward the main event. When he gets there, he goes lightly at first, running his tongue around my passage, tantalizingly close to my clit but never quite getting there.
Until he does.
And then he’s licking and sucking as if he was born to do this, and I’m pretty sure that mouth was made just for me if this is any indication.
I’m making those mewing noises again, gripping the sheets and arching my back, trying to find the release he hasn’t chosen to give me yet. He circles my clit with tantalizing slowness yet again, and I respond with a drawn-out, “Pleeeeease.”
A thick finger enters me at the same time his mouth closes around my clit. Normally, I’m a moaner, not a yeller, but within seconds, I’m actually shouting. What, exactly, I don’t know, but as a second finger joins the first and pumps with increasing vigor and his tongue slides over and around my clit at the same pace, I’m screaming and thrashing and begging and—yes! I find my release, lifting and shattering into pieces and falling back, feeling as if my body has turned into liquid.
I’m aware that the Chief has moved up and is lying next to me, his naked body pressed to mine. He kisses my neck.
I hold up the condom. “Haven’t forgotten,” I pant. “Just give me a moment.”
He chuckles, the vibration of his laughter rumbling through my body and turning me on all over again. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
I love the sound of that. I’m not going anywhere. Like he wants to stay.
But just for the sex, of course, I remind myself. I’m not going to make the mistake of thinking this is more than a friendly neighbors-with-benefits thing.
Very friendly. With some really good benefits.
The Chief brushes his fingertips slowly across my bare skin, leaving a whispery trace of sensation from my collarbone, down my chest, across my stomach, and back up again.
It’s amazing that such huge, strong hands can be this gentle.
With exquisite lightness, his fingers circle my nipples, one at a time, re-awakening my desire, then they brush away, leaving me desperate for more.
Whatever is between me and the Chief, it’s time to get this show on the road. I rip open the condom package, give him a quick grin, and unroll it onto his cock. “Any favorite positions?”
