my arms around his shoulders, deepening our kiss.
His tongue traces my mouth before it intertwines with my own.
Yes…
He kisses me with a passion that I’ve never experienced before. It’s something that I’ve read about and have seen in the movies, but no one has ever kissed me like this. He doesn’t even know me, but he’s treating me like I’m the only woman in his world.
For tonight, I want to pretend.
I’m greeted by the hard bulge that’s forming between us. He rubs against me and my eyes widen because he has a lot to work with. Jason fell short in that area too.
Now that I’m thinking about it, Jason doesn’t have a lot of redeeming qualities.
Stop!
I have to stop thinking about Jason. My time is right now.
I reach between Christopher and cup him through his pants. He gives a slight groan as I gently massage his bulge. I can feel the blood surging to his cock and he’s getting harder with each passing second.
A hiss escapes from his lips and I feel….powerful!
Me!
I’m the one getting all of these amazing reactions from one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.
Tomorrow I’m going to have to toast myself, who cares if it’s Sunday!
His kisses move to my ear and he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shudder against him as he kisses across my shoulder, laying me down on my laundry free bed as he tugs my dress over my head, and throws it onto the floor.
I feel exposed and vulnerable, but it is difficult to feel insecure when he is looking at me like he’s ready to consume me.
The look that he gave me at the bar is the same look that’s returned to his face now.
It’s downright sexy.
He takes a moment to admire my lacy and ridiculously expensive bra pushing together my ample cleavage.
He lets out a rush of air from his cheek and grins.
“Beautiful…” he groans.
My responding giggle quickly turns into a moan as he kisses the exposed flesh. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra and throws it over towards my dress.
Topless, I feel exposed and vulnerable… but I like it.
Here, I feel safe.
His hands mimic my actions from earlier, he cups my center in his large and massages with his palm. I push against his hand because I love the friction it provides.
“You’re so responsive,” he mutters.
“No one wants to sleep with a bore,” I say, repeating the words that Jason would tell me all the time.
The only difference is that this time, I’m not faking it.
“You’re far from it.”
His mouth finds my nipple and he begins a slow and sensual assault.
Oh…
His tongue flicks quickly over it as he holds it in place with his teeth. Each flick of his warm velvet tongue goes directly to my pleasure center. He pulls my panties down over my leg, and he throws them into the growing pile.
I’m naked.
I’m his.
His fingers gently probe me before he dips his middle finger inside of my wet and waiting pussy.
Just one finger has me writhing in pleasure.
He gives it a slight wiggle and laughs lightly as I moan uncontrollably.
“You like that?” He asks in a gruff voice that catches me off guard.
He’s not the same mild-mannered and slightly intimidating man that I’d met.
Now, he’s another person, the same way that I’m another person.
I give him a shy nod – I do like it.
A lot.
His smile is filled with lust and he dips his head between my legs.
Damn!
I knew that I was going to have sex with him, but I didn’t know that he was going to do that. The last time Jason did that to me, I almost fell asleep.
This, however, is excellent.
His tongue lightly grazes my clitoral hood before he flattens his tongue and licks me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream.
He sucks my aching clit into his mouth, causing me to writhe against his face, and flex my walls around his finger.
Oh…
He presses another digit inside of me and I see fireworks. My entire body implodes, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers press against my g-spot as his mouth makes love
His tongue traces my mouth before it intertwines with my own.
Yes…
He kisses me with a passion that I’ve never experienced before. It’s something that I’ve read about and have seen in the movies, but no one has ever kissed me like this. He doesn’t even know me, but he’s treating me like I’m the only woman in his world.
For tonight, I want to pretend.
I’m greeted by the hard bulge that’s forming between us. He rubs against me and my eyes widen because he has a lot to work with. Jason fell short in that area too.
Now that I’m thinking about it, Jason doesn’t have a lot of redeeming qualities.
Stop!
I have to stop thinking about Jason. My time is right now.
I reach between Christopher and cup him through his pants. He gives a slight groan as I gently massage his bulge. I can feel the blood surging to his cock and he’s getting harder with each passing second.
A hiss escapes from his lips and I feel….powerful!
Me!
I’m the one getting all of these amazing reactions from one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.
Tomorrow I’m going to have to toast myself, who cares if it’s Sunday!
His kisses move to my ear and he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I shudder against him as he kisses across my shoulder, laying me down on my laundry free bed as he tugs my dress over my head, and throws it onto the floor.
I feel exposed and vulnerable, but it is difficult to feel insecure when he is looking at me like he’s ready to consume me.
The look that he gave me at the bar is the same look that’s returned to his face now.
It’s downright sexy.
He takes a moment to admire my lacy and ridiculously expensive bra pushing together my ample cleavage.
He lets out a rush of air from his cheek and grins.
“Beautiful…” he groans.
My responding giggle quickly turns into a moan as he kisses the exposed flesh. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra and throws it over towards my dress.
Topless, I feel exposed and vulnerable… but I like it.
Here, I feel safe.
His hands mimic my actions from earlier, he cups my center in his large and massages with his palm. I push against his hand because I love the friction it provides.
“You’re so responsive,” he mutters.
“No one wants to sleep with a bore,” I say, repeating the words that Jason would tell me all the time.
The only difference is that this time, I’m not faking it.
“You’re far from it.”
His mouth finds my nipple and he begins a slow and sensual assault.
Oh…
His tongue flicks quickly over it as he holds it in place with his teeth. Each flick of his warm velvet tongue goes directly to my pleasure center. He pulls my panties down over my leg, and he throws them into the growing pile.
I’m naked.
I’m his.
His fingers gently probe me before he dips his middle finger inside of my wet and waiting pussy.
Just one finger has me writhing in pleasure.
He gives it a slight wiggle and laughs lightly as I moan uncontrollably.
“You like that?” He asks in a gruff voice that catches me off guard.
He’s not the same mild-mannered and slightly intimidating man that I’d met.
Now, he’s another person, the same way that I’m another person.
I give him a shy nod – I do like it.
A lot.
His smile is filled with lust and he dips his head between my legs.
Damn!
I knew that I was going to have sex with him, but I didn’t know that he was going to do that. The last time Jason did that to me, I almost fell asleep.
This, however, is excellent.
His tongue lightly grazes my clitoral hood before he flattens his tongue and licks me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream.
He sucks my aching clit into his mouth, causing me to writhe against his face, and flex my walls around his finger.
Oh…
He presses another digit inside of me and I see fireworks. My entire body implodes, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers press against my g-spot as his mouth makes love
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