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His hand moves slowly up to cup my breast as his head moves in. In slow-motion, I watch Shaw’s tongue lash out and lick at my pebbled nipple. He sucks the tip into his mouth, causing tingling sensations to erupt in my body and my thighs to quiver. My breathing gets faster as he moves and repeats the same affection to my other breast. He watches my reaction as he pulls me flush against him. He kisses the valley between my breasts and trails up my chest to my neck and to my lips. The kiss is a slight jolt of lightning and I’m swept away under the current with him as he moves me so my back in against his comforter and he hovers over me.
He presses his hips into mine and I can feel his erection as he rubs it against me while he kisses me.
I moan lightly as the tip of his dick brushes against my sensitive body, wanting nothing more than to rid the rest of our clothes and to feel him against me.
My hands roam down the front of his body, across his rippled abdomen, and to the trail of hair that leads inside his pants. My fingertips grip his waistband and I start to tug down. I get his shorts over his ass and now the only thing between us is my thin sleep shorts and his boxers.
One less layer is between us.
I can feel his dick pressing against my middle as our tongues dance together, our hips grind, and the skin of our chests rub against one another. My hands, with a mind of their own, reach again for the waistband of his boxers. I begin to pull down and Shaw’s hand pauses me.
“Summer,” he says low in warning.
“I want to feel you,” I plead.
“Summer, we’re moving really fast right now.”
“I want to feel good,” I say, “I want you to feel good.”
“Babe, I’m feeling exceptional right now. Do you need a little more?” he asks while I nod.
He moves down my body and peppers kisses in a line down my body. When he gets to my waistband, he looks up. My breath has hitched at the possibility of what he’s non-verbally asking, and I’m pretty sure that my heart is leaping out of my chest at this. I give a small nod and his fingers fit into the waistband and he drags down my shorts.
With an audible intake of his breath, I look down in worry.
“You aren’t wearing any panties,” he says quietly, staring at my pussy.
“No,” I admit.
His fingertip traces over the landing strip across my pubic bone and down to where I can no longer see. I spread my legs as he situates himself in between them and just as his head lowers, the tip of his fingers run along my seam and I feel his tongue against me—there’s a knock at his bedroom door.
“Daddy?” The small voice from the hallway calls out. “Daddy, your door is locked!”
