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It didn’t take long for this kiss to turn. That turn was for the better because it now included Easton’s hand on my ass not only squeezing but pulling me closer, which had the glorious side effect of pressing his erection into my belly. I remembered I had hands and so I put those hands to good use. One snaked around back and roamed, the other went to his chest and explored.
And that was all it took.
I needed more.
Unfortunately I didn’t know how to communicate this. A frustrated groan slipped free when I couldn’t maneuver my hand down the back of pants (stupid belt). Thankfully that was all Easton needed. His hand left my hair and went between us. I felt him working there, then I heard the belt slide through the loops of his cargos. A moment later my hand slid in and I made the wonderful discovery he went commando. The belt move was hot and as much as I would’ve liked to have watched, I was more than happy to sacrifice the sight to keep his mouth on mine.
I had approximately three seconds to revel in the perfectness of his muscled ass—though in fairness, time meant nothing so I might’ve had more—when he broke the kiss.
No.
My eyes popped open, and the second they did my pussy spasmed.
Never, ever, ever had a man looked at me the way Easton did. Never, ever, ever had I seen desperation and desire swirl together into a cocktail of need.
Easton was the most beautiful man I’d ever clapped eyes on. When he was being annoying he was hot (that didn’t bode well for me). When he was angry he was hotter (sucks, but that’s the truth). But right then, looking at me the way he was after that kiss, the hotness factor ratcheted up straight to stratospheric.
This time I didn’t pounce, I attacked.
My hands went to his shirt. I tugged it out of his cargos and yanked it up. Thankfully he helped in this endeavor, pulling it the rest of the way off and tossing it to the side. My shirt was next. He divested me of it, and as soon as it cleared my arms I went at him. My arms went around his shoulders, and when I found purchase, I hoisted myself up. My legs circled his hips and my lips found his.
If the first kiss was demanding and measured, this one was wild. Clearly whatever control Easton had left snapped. With his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass, the tips of his fingers gliding over the gusset of my panties, I’d gone back to mindless. I was so into our kiss I whimpered when his mouth left mine.
Then I was whimpering for an altogether different reason when he lifted me higher, dipped his chin, and pulled my nipple between his lips.
“Easton,” I groaned.
He released it, moved to the other side, and sucked deep.
I arched back, giving him more room and groaned again, this time with my hands fisting his hair.
I had no choice but to let go when my back hit the bed and he reared up. From his knees, he listed back again, and was on his feet at the side of the bed, staring down at me. I was uncertain about this. Then when his hands went to the button of his pants I wasn’t uncertain anymore.
I was elated.
My hands went to my undies. I hooked my thumbs under the lace, but got no further.
“Stop.”
At his command, I stopped.
His eyes roamed my bare breasts, my stomach, down to the sheer pink lace covering my sex. He did all of this while unbuttoning and unzipping.
I realized then, the issue with being mindless also meant you were mesmerized. And as such you were so into feeling you forgot your other senses. Thankfully part of my brain kicked in just as he pulled his pants over his hips and his dick sprang free. I was equally grateful I didn’t miss the perfection that was Easton Spears naked. Not that I had a lot of time to take in his boxed abs, or the light dusting of light brown hair highlighting his pecs, or his beautiful shoulders, or thick thighs before he leaned forward and tore my panties down my legs.
“Been waitin’ to do that.” I wasn’t sure if he meant to say that or if he too was mindless because he didn’t look at me when he said it. He’d watched my panties skim down my legs. He also didn’t look up at me when he dropped to his knees, used my calves to yank me down the length of the bed until my thighs were propped on his shoulders, and especially not when his head disappeared between my legs.
“Oh my god,” was what I’d said but only because I didn’t have it in me to shout hallelujah.
I’d had one man, many, many years ago go down on me. So many years ago I had very little recollection of the event. Not that it was an event as such; it was more of a minor incident, hence why I barely remembered it. But one thing I was absolutely sure of was it was nothing like what Easton was doing.
He went down on me.
I’d never been eaten and that was exactly what Easton was doing. He ate, and licked, and sucked my clit, and ate some more. His head shook between my legs as they trembled. He tongue-fucked me until I was my breath was hitching more than I was sucking in air.
I was so close to climax I was having an out-of-body experience.
I was right there…
