don’t have a shirt.”
“My game now. No touching.” He took both of her hands in his and pressed them at the side of her head, against the shelf. His lips found her cheek in the darkness, and he slid them over to crush against hers again, his tongue easing in, tangling. She struggled a bit, and he held her harder, kissed her firmer. Desire flamed, and the bubbling inside her stomach morphed to full boiled lust. She wiggled her legs and bent one knee, her thigh coming in contact with his ass, so firm. If she raised higher, she might come in contact with—
The timer dinged.
No! She swallowed, frantic.
Aaron raised his mouth from hers, his breath ragged, matching hers. “Well? Panties melted?”
Hell, yes. “Maybe you should check.”
His hand trembled as it skirted along the waistband of her leggings, testing the fabric. She fought quivering under his touch, especially when he cupped her mound, exploring the outer limits of her pussy. She fought harder the urge to arch against those inquisitive fingers. Her thighs quaked, and she wished like hell she hadn’t demanded he keep it over the clothes. She wanted his fingers inside her. Now.
“Feels like they’re still here. Should I take them off? Because I want you, Charlotte. I have never wanted anything or anyone this badly before.”
She wanted to say yes. Her desire to please reared up, that part of her that made her an excellent submissive, the only part of Charlotte that was original, left over from her old life. He wanted her, and it would feel really, really good to please him.
Was she ready to submit to another, though? Fear bubbled up through the fissures left by desire, and her throat tightened. Making love to Aaron meant she no longer belonged to John. A tremble of a different sort shook her, one that stemmed from the ache in her heart she’d beaten numb for the past five years.
Feeling lust for Aaron meant those emotions would have a voice, too. The ache, the pain, the loss. But they were weaker than before, thank goodness. This was softer, more of a question than a bold statement.
His hand slid under the waistband of her leggings, spanning her mound over the scrap of lace the store considered underwear. As bad as she wanted him to abandon that lace to explore beneath…
She wasn’t ready to belong to another man. Her mind fought for compromise, one that would end up being the most fun for him while making the least amount of impact on her soul.
Those large, trembling fingers inched under the scrap of lace and over her mound. He swallowed. She gulped, and those traitorous thighs of hers opened in welcome. He dragged a finger through her pubic hair then along the outside of her slit. Her whole world narrowed down to that one, throbbing section, hot and pulsing, filled with damp heat.
Traitor thighs widened more, and his finger plummeted, finding her clit, dipping into her wetness. He moaned and his mouth found her cheek, then her lips. This kiss was hot, wet, sinful, all tongue, one of a man about to get laid, and he damned well knew it. Charlotte stiffened, struggled from his arms, and yanked his hand from her pants.
He breathed like a porn star, hot and heavy in the darkness. “I want you, Charlotte. Please?”
Yes! Take me! “I know you do, love. But I already told you. I’m not going to bed with you.”
“You’re a woman. Change your mind.”
Parts of her wanted to change her mind. But her mind was made up.
Aaron swallowed and sucked in ragged breaths, generating enough heat to warm Siberia. He turned a bit, and his hard cock connected with her leg. She sighed, hating leaving him so horny. The submissive in her would never leave a man rock-hard and aching. It just was wrong.
His cock twitched against her thigh. She blinked, and naughty thoughts formed, the images so sinful—him between her thighs, pounding. Her between his thighs, sucking…
A blowjob. She liked that idea. She used to love oral sex, that power of having a man
“My game now. No touching.” He took both of her hands in his and pressed them at the side of her head, against the shelf. His lips found her cheek in the darkness, and he slid them over to crush against hers again, his tongue easing in, tangling. She struggled a bit, and he held her harder, kissed her firmer. Desire flamed, and the bubbling inside her stomach morphed to full boiled lust. She wiggled her legs and bent one knee, her thigh coming in contact with his ass, so firm. If she raised higher, she might come in contact with—
The timer dinged.
No! She swallowed, frantic.
Aaron raised his mouth from hers, his breath ragged, matching hers. “Well? Panties melted?”
Hell, yes. “Maybe you should check.”
His hand trembled as it skirted along the waistband of her leggings, testing the fabric. She fought quivering under his touch, especially when he cupped her mound, exploring the outer limits of her pussy. She fought harder the urge to arch against those inquisitive fingers. Her thighs quaked, and she wished like hell she hadn’t demanded he keep it over the clothes. She wanted his fingers inside her. Now.
“Feels like they’re still here. Should I take them off? Because I want you, Charlotte. I have never wanted anything or anyone this badly before.”
She wanted to say yes. Her desire to please reared up, that part of her that made her an excellent submissive, the only part of Charlotte that was original, left over from her old life. He wanted her, and it would feel really, really good to please him.
Was she ready to submit to another, though? Fear bubbled up through the fissures left by desire, and her throat tightened. Making love to Aaron meant she no longer belonged to John. A tremble of a different sort shook her, one that stemmed from the ache in her heart she’d beaten numb for the past five years.
Feeling lust for Aaron meant those emotions would have a voice, too. The ache, the pain, the loss. But they were weaker than before, thank goodness. This was softer, more of a question than a bold statement.
His hand slid under the waistband of her leggings, spanning her mound over the scrap of lace the store considered underwear. As bad as she wanted him to abandon that lace to explore beneath…
She wasn’t ready to belong to another man. Her mind fought for compromise, one that would end up being the most fun for him while making the least amount of impact on her soul.
Those large, trembling fingers inched under the scrap of lace and over her mound. He swallowed. She gulped, and those traitorous thighs of hers opened in welcome. He dragged a finger through her pubic hair then along the outside of her slit. Her whole world narrowed down to that one, throbbing section, hot and pulsing, filled with damp heat.
Traitor thighs widened more, and his finger plummeted, finding her clit, dipping into her wetness. He moaned and his mouth found her cheek, then her lips. This kiss was hot, wet, sinful, all tongue, one of a man about to get laid, and he damned well knew it. Charlotte stiffened, struggled from his arms, and yanked his hand from her pants.
He breathed like a porn star, hot and heavy in the darkness. “I want you, Charlotte. Please?”
Yes! Take me! “I know you do, love. But I already told you. I’m not going to bed with you.”
“You’re a woman. Change your mind.”
Parts of her wanted to change her mind. But her mind was made up.
Aaron swallowed and sucked in ragged breaths, generating enough heat to warm Siberia. He turned a bit, and his hard cock connected with her leg. She sighed, hating leaving him so horny. The submissive in her would never leave a man rock-hard and aching. It just was wrong.
His cock twitched against her thigh. She blinked, and naughty thoughts formed, the images so sinful—him between her thighs, pounding. Her between his thighs, sucking…
A blowjob. She liked that idea. She used to love oral sex, that power of having a man
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