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11/26/14

You said I should never have stayed,but there's no better place for me

 He holds his hand out for me. I climb into the hot, fragrant water and sit tentatively.“Ow.” My ass is tender, and the hot water makes me wince.“Easy, baby,” he warns, but as he says it, the uncomfortable sensation melts away.He strips and climbs in behind me, pulling me against his chest. I nestle between his legs, and we lie idle and content in the hot water. I run my fingers down his legs, and gathering my braid in one hand, he twirls it gently between his fingers.
 Without hesitation, I walk around his desk, and he turns in his chair to face me, frowning. I can tell he’s thinking what does she want? When I crawl onto his lap, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I put my arms around his neck and cuddle into him. Gingerly, he puts his arm around me.
  Suddenly he grabs my knees, then my ankles, and tips me up so I fall back on to the couch. He slides smoothly on top of me, trapping me beneath him, one leg between mine. It’s so sudden that I cry out in surprise. He grabs my hands and raises them above my head.He releases one of his hands so that he can clasp my chin and hold me still while his tongue invades my mouth, and I surrender to his ardent kissing.Releasing my chin, he runs his hand down over my body and back up to my breast.His thumb skims over my nipple, through my camisole, softly, repeatedly, and it hardens under his expert touch.
 His hand moves down across my ribs, past my waist to my hip. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and gently tugs.His eyes are smoldering hot . . . angry? Turned on? It’s difficult to say which. He shifts to my side and slides his hand beneath my sweatpants.“Good.” His hand cups my sex. “No underwear. I approve.” He kisses me again as his fingers weave more magic, his thumb skimming over my clitoris, tantalizing me, as he pushes his index finger inside me with exquisite slowness.“We’re supposed to be making out.” I groan.
 He withdraws his hand from my sweatpants. “Here.” He traces my lips with his index finger, and I taste my slick saltiness. He pushes his finger into my mouth, mirroring what he was doing a moment earlier. Then shifts so he’s between my legs, and his erection pushes against me. He thrusts, once, twice, and again. I gasp as the material of my sweatpants rubs in just the right way. He pushes once more, grinding into me.“This what you want?” he murmurs and moves his hips rhythmically, rocking against me.“Yes.” I moan.
 His hand moves back to concentrate on my nipple once more and his teeth scrape along my jaw. “Do you know how hot you are?” His voice is hoarse as he rocks harder against me. I open my mouth to articulate a response and fail miserably, groaning loudly. He captures my mouth once more, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth again. He releases my other wrist and my hands travel greedily up his shoulders and into his hair as he kisses me. When I pull on his hair, he groans and raises his eyes to mine.“Ah . . .”“Do you like me touching you?” I whisper.
 He stops grinding against me. “Of course I do. I love you touching me. I’m like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch.” His voice hums with passionate sincerity.Holy cow . . .He kneels between my legs and drags me up to haul off my top. I’m naked beneath. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he yanks it over his head and tosses it on the floor, then pulls me onto his kneeling lap, his arms clasped just above my behind.“Touch me,” he breathes.
 Oh my . . . Tentatively I reach up and brush the tips of my fingers through the smattering of chest hair over his sternum, over his burn scars. He inhales sharply and his pupils dilate, but it’s not with fear. It’s a sensual response to my touch. He watches me intently as my fingers float delicately over his skin, first to one nipple and then the other. They pucker beneath my caress. Leaning forward, I plant soft kisses on his chest, and my hands move to his shoulders, feeling the hard, sculptured lines of sinew and muscle. Jeez . . . he’s in good shape.

 “I want you,” he murmurs and it’s a green light to my libido. My fingers move into his hair, pulling his head back so I can claim his mouth, fire licking hot and high in my belly. He groans and pushes me back onto the couch. He sits up and rips off my sweatpants, undoing his fly at the same time.“Home run,” he whispers, and swiftly he fills me.“Ah . . .” I groan and he stills, grabbing my face between his hands.“I love you,” he murmurs and very slowly, very gently, he makes love to me until I come apart at the seams, calling his name and wrapping myself around him, never wanting to let him go.

















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