head up, lifted up on tip toe, and he met her halfway, capturing her mouth in a demanding, possessive kiss.
He held her tight, rubbing up and down her spine. She toyed with his hair, lightly scratched the base of his skull. Aaron growled, caressing over her buttocks, and then squeezing. A perfect, heart-shaped ass. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Turning in a half-circle, he headed toward her couch, sitting with her on top of him, straddling his hips.
He slipped his hands beneath her sweater, feeling the warm, silken flesh of her back beneath his fingertips. She gasped as he slid his hands over her spine until he reached the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were pressed to his chest. He feathered the fingers of one hand over her ribs, swiping his thumb beneath her breast. Lace. Fucking lace. The erotic fabric toyed with his mind. He had to know what color. Had to see the way the lace hugged her creamy skin. See the way her nipples puckered, pressing against the roughness of the lace.
“Take your sweater off,” he said.
Darla crisscrossed her arms and pulled the red sweater over her head, tossing it behind her.
Aaron gritted his teeth. Red. Lacy red and absolutely the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. Her creamy flesh teased him, visible through the lace, and dusky nipples, hard as rubies pushed through the center.
“So damn sexy,” he murmured.
Aaron cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. Perfect. Darla’s chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths. His cock jumped, as she shifted on his crotch. He hissed a breath and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over the center of the lace, around her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her hand slipped around the back of his head, tugging encouragingly at his hair. He fluttered his tongue over her nipple, scraped his teeth over it, then paid equal homage to the second one.
Darla tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants and sliding her hands over his abs. He couldn’t get enough. She tasted sweet and moved against him in a way that was decadent torture.
He kissed above her breasts, breathed in the scent of perfume on her neck, teased her ear with a gentle nip and then claimed her lips. He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting, relishing, burning this moment into his memory.
Massaging the muscles along the length of her spine, he unclasped the hook of her bra with a flick of his fingers. The hook separated, freeing her breasts. She gave a little gasp and then started to tug in earnest at his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, down his arms, just as he tugged her bra straps over hers. They clashed together, skin to skin. Her breasts crushed to his chest, the warmth and feel of her intoxicating.
He reached up, threading his fingers in her hair, his other hand cupping her naked breast and rolling his palm against her turgid nipple. Could it get any better than this?
He’d bet everything he owned it didn’t. When he was with Darla…he felt like he was home.
***
Crisp chest hair tickled her breasts making Darla gasp, her muscles clenching. She’d never felt such an urgency as she did with Aaron. Never felt that if she stopped she’d lose herself completely. With him, it felt right, perfect, meant to be.
He lifted her again, standing up in her small living room and taking a few steps, his mouth still clasped to hers. She tightened her thighs around his hips. He cursed as he bumped into the coffee table, and then moved forward a little more, pressing her up against a wall, hands held tight to her buttocks. She bowed into him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
Aaron whirled down the hall, went through the door of the kitchen, carried her back and then into the bathroom.
He laughed. “Which way?”
“Second door on the right.”
Light from the moon and city lights filtered through her window shining slashes of silver onto her bed. He carried her through the door and straight for her bed—thankfully
He held her tight, rubbing up and down her spine. She toyed with his hair, lightly scratched the base of his skull. Aaron growled, caressing over her buttocks, and then squeezing. A perfect, heart-shaped ass. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Turning in a half-circle, he headed toward her couch, sitting with her on top of him, straddling his hips.
He slipped his hands beneath her sweater, feeling the warm, silken flesh of her back beneath his fingertips. She gasped as he slid his hands over her spine until he reached the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were pressed to his chest. He feathered the fingers of one hand over her ribs, swiping his thumb beneath her breast. Lace. Fucking lace. The erotic fabric toyed with his mind. He had to know what color. Had to see the way the lace hugged her creamy skin. See the way her nipples puckered, pressing against the roughness of the lace.
“Take your sweater off,” he said.
Darla crisscrossed her arms and pulled the red sweater over her head, tossing it behind her.
Aaron gritted his teeth. Red. Lacy red and absolutely the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. Her creamy flesh teased him, visible through the lace, and dusky nipples, hard as rubies pushed through the center.
“So damn sexy,” he murmured.
Aaron cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. Perfect. Darla’s chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths. His cock jumped, as she shifted on his crotch. He hissed a breath and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over the center of the lace, around her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her hand slipped around the back of his head, tugging encouragingly at his hair. He fluttered his tongue over her nipple, scraped his teeth over it, then paid equal homage to the second one.
Darla tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants and sliding her hands over his abs. He couldn’t get enough. She tasted sweet and moved against him in a way that was decadent torture.
He kissed above her breasts, breathed in the scent of perfume on her neck, teased her ear with a gentle nip and then claimed her lips. He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting, relishing, burning this moment into his memory.
Massaging the muscles along the length of her spine, he unclasped the hook of her bra with a flick of his fingers. The hook separated, freeing her breasts. She gave a little gasp and then started to tug in earnest at his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, down his arms, just as he tugged her bra straps over hers. They clashed together, skin to skin. Her breasts crushed to his chest, the warmth and feel of her intoxicating.
He reached up, threading his fingers in her hair, his other hand cupping her naked breast and rolling his palm against her turgid nipple. Could it get any better than this?
He’d bet everything he owned it didn’t. When he was with Darla…he felt like he was home.
***
Crisp chest hair tickled her breasts making Darla gasp, her muscles clenching. She’d never felt such an urgency as she did with Aaron. Never felt that if she stopped she’d lose herself completely. With him, it felt right, perfect, meant to be.
He lifted her again, standing up in her small living room and taking a few steps, his mouth still clasped to hers. She tightened her thighs around his hips. He cursed as he bumped into the coffee table, and then moved forward a little more, pressing her up against a wall, hands held tight to her buttocks. She bowed into him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
Aaron whirled down the hall, went through the door of the kitchen, carried her back and then into the bathroom.
He laughed. “Which way?”
“Second door on the right.”
Light from the moon and city lights filtered through her window shining slashes of silver onto her bed. He carried her through the door and straight for her bed—thankfully
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