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“That feels so good. I have a thing for sports romances, and this is exactly how I envisioned calloused hands feeling.”
He laces his other hand through my hair and draws my mouth to his. “I love your honesty, and you’re already getting the hang of dirty talk yourself.”
I smile at his compliment. “Thank you. I’m a voracious reader and an A+ student. I always broke the curve.”
“Perfect. I like to study myself.” He shifts lower into the seat, pressing into my sex. The walls of my pussy clench in anticipation. I’ve built sex up to be a big deal, and he’s not disappointing me.
The palm under my shirt cups my breast and pushes the fabric away. “I can’t wait to suck that tight nipple between my teeth.” His fingers pinch and tug on the aching tip.
“That feels so good.” I dig at the material of his shirt, pulling it upward, and run my nails along his abdomen. His body tightens, and he sucks in a gasp of air.
“Fuck, doll. We’ve got to get inside. This isn’t enough. I want to touch, taste, and pleasure you.” He stares with lust-filled eyes.
“Take me inside and make love to me. I want to experience everything with you.”
“Your wish is my command.” He shoves the key remote into his pocket, snatches open the door, and hauls me out behind him.
Saylor
When the door of the house shuts behind us, he turns. “Do you want the tour now or later?”
“If the tour is of you, then now. If it’s of the house, I can see that later.”
“Good answer.” He grabs the edge of my shirt, pulls it over my head, and drops it to the floor. His mouth clasps onto my breast through the silk fabric of my bra, and my eyes roll back into my head. His desperation makes every inch of my skin burn.
With his tongue, he works the fabric off my flesh and twirls it over my nipple as his hands yank on my jeans. The waistband catches on my hips.
“It might help if you unfastened them.”
“Too much work,” he mumbles, tugs again, and sucks on my nipple, sending shivers down my spine and causing my clit to twitch.
I giggle at his fruitless efforts. “Here. Let me.” I lean back, unfasten the button and zipper, and drag the material down my legs.
“All the way.” He grabs the clasp of my bra and twists it open. “I want to see all of you.”
The possessive tone of his voice sends a flood of moisture between my legs. God, yes. I remove the last barrier between us and kick them off as my bra falls to the floor to join the puddle of clothing at our feet.
He stands back. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.” And for once, I believe him. The adoration in his eyes is not phony. It’s pure and a force all of its own.
“I want to taste you.” He twists me around until my back is against the wooden door. “That’s better.” He drops to his knees and lifts my leg, laying it over his shoulder and along his back. The only thing holding me upright is the door. He licks his lips. “You make me so hard. I can’t wait to sink into your tight pussy. But first, I want to make sure you’re as ready as I am.”
Oh, my God. He’s too good to be true. If I’d dreamed him up, he wouldn’t be this amazing. His tongue slides up the seam of my lips, slipping through the juices until he reaches the tight nub.
My eyes roll back into my head as I clasp the wood with my fingers. His tongue flicks, twirls, and rubs over my clit, drawing me closer to oblivion. Close, but not close enough. “Please, touch me.”
“I would love to.” His hands skate up my thighs, causing goosebumps to scatter in all directions. The second his index finger slides along my seam, I gasp. I want all of him. The care in which he’s pleasing me removes any harboring doubts and fears. I want him deep inside of me. I crave that connection with him.
He sucks my clit and repeatedly rubs along my lips, testing my opening but not diving inside. When my legs shake, I moan, “Please, don’t stop.”
“Never.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and rotates his index finger in a circle around my opening.
“Oh, God, yes.” My sex convulses as lights flash in my head. The orgasm rocking through me is intense and amazing. I’ve read about it, but it has nothing on the real thing. It’s stars, molten lava cake, and gold confetti glitter bursting out of a cannon kind of phenomenon.
Moments later, I sag against the wall, and he stands. “Baby, that’s only the beginning.”
“You might get a TKO before you reach round three.” I shakily grasp his forearms.
He cups my face. The intensity of his eyes makes my heart skip a beat. “I’m going to fall in love with you. I’m already most of the way there. Tell me you’re going to catch up with me.”
Gah, is he for real? I put my arms around his neck and pull him down to my lips. “I’m on the last leg of the relay race.”
“Good,” he groans and claims my mouth until tears sting my eyes.
