palms up her arms to the straps of her bra and slowly
pulled them down. The cups fell away; her nipples hardened as cool
air washed over her breasts.
The second her bra hit
the floor, Drew lifted his hands to her breasts and cupped them. A
soft moan escaped her lips as he brushed his thumbs over her taut
nipples. “Do you like me touching you?” he asked, in a low, husky
voice.
“Yes,” she
whispered.
“I’ve wanted to
touch you like this for so long.” He lowered his hands to the
waistband of her jeans, freed the top button and tugged down the
zipper. “Turn around.”
Mutely, she obeyed him.
His arms came around her from behind, pulling her against him. The
hard, thick ridge of his erection pressed insistently into her
buttocks, and his warm chest came into contact with the bare skin of
her back, sending another rush of heat between her legs. She stared
unseeingly at the bed, as he slid a hand down her stomach to the top
of her underwear. She sucked in a breath, waiting for him to touch
her where she wanted it most. Finally, after what seemed like hours,
he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band. “Are you wet for
me?” His sultry breath caressed her ear.
“Find out for
yourself,” she said, then inhaled sharply as he slid a finger into
her soft, wet folds. She gasped as her knees buckled.
He held her tight
against him and played her as skillfully as he played his Fender
Strat. As the tension built, Jessie trembled and rubbed against his
hand, shamelessly seeking the release that only he could give her.
The sweet ache became almost unbearable. She closed her eyes and let
out a long shuddering moan as he gently rubbed her clit, and the most
intense pleasure she’d ever felt exploded from within her, and
radiated throughout every inch of her body.
Before the delicious
sensations had a chance to fade away, he slipped his hand from
between her legs, turned her around, and crushed his mouth to hers.
His kiss was fierce, demanding, thrilling. Then, just as suddenly, he
pulled back and eased her down onto the edge of the bed.
Her heart pounded in
double-time as she braced her palms on the smooth bedspread. She
lifted her hips and extended her legs so he could pull her jeans and
underwear off. When the last of her clothing hit the floor, she
tilted her head back and watched as he reached into his back pocket,
pulled out his wallet, and quickly withdrew a condom before flinging
the wallet to the floor. He handed her the condom before proceeding
to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
The jeans didn’t make
it far before he let out a frustrated groan. “Damn boots,” he
muttered, then sank down on the bed next to her so that he could pull
them off. Once the boots were history, he stood and rid himself of
his jeans and briefs. The multi-colored light streaming in from the
partially open curtains highlighted the lines and planes of his lean,
muscular body. Unabashedly, she admired every inch until, unable to
resist, she reached out and touched his hard shaft.
He drew in a deep
breath as she slid her thumb over the clear droplet that had formed
on the head of his cock. “Give me the condom,” he said, his voice
rough.
She dropped the foil
wrapped packet into his outstretched palm, then scooted to the center
of the bed. Her heart thumped erratically as she watched him unroll
the condom over his erection.
“Spread your legs,”
he commanded as he joined her on the bed and moved to settle between
her parted thighs. With his palms flat on the bed on either side of
her, he braced himself over her, then lowered his head and pressed
his mouth to hers. She lifted her hands to his ribcage, then smoothed
her palms over his warm, supple skin. He kissed her deeply, and with
so much tenderness that moisture gathered in her eyes. She’d never
been kissed like this; with such passionate reverence.
A heartbeat later, Drew
lifted his head. Jessie’s eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked
with his as he rocked his hips
pulled them down. The cups fell away; her nipples hardened as cool
air washed over her breasts.
The second her bra hit
the floor, Drew lifted his hands to her breasts and cupped them. A
soft moan escaped her lips as he brushed his thumbs over her taut
nipples. “Do you like me touching you?” he asked, in a low, husky
voice.
“Yes,” she
whispered.
“I’ve wanted to
touch you like this for so long.” He lowered his hands to the
waistband of her jeans, freed the top button and tugged down the
zipper. “Turn around.”
Mutely, she obeyed him.
His arms came around her from behind, pulling her against him. The
hard, thick ridge of his erection pressed insistently into her
buttocks, and his warm chest came into contact with the bare skin of
her back, sending another rush of heat between her legs. She stared
unseeingly at the bed, as he slid a hand down her stomach to the top
of her underwear. She sucked in a breath, waiting for him to touch
her where she wanted it most. Finally, after what seemed like hours,
he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band. “Are you wet for
me?” His sultry breath caressed her ear.
“Find out for
yourself,” she said, then inhaled sharply as he slid a finger into
her soft, wet folds. She gasped as her knees buckled.
He held her tight
against him and played her as skillfully as he played his Fender
Strat. As the tension built, Jessie trembled and rubbed against his
hand, shamelessly seeking the release that only he could give her.
The sweet ache became almost unbearable. She closed her eyes and let
out a long shuddering moan as he gently rubbed her clit, and the most
intense pleasure she’d ever felt exploded from within her, and
radiated throughout every inch of her body.
Before the delicious
sensations had a chance to fade away, he slipped his hand from
between her legs, turned her around, and crushed his mouth to hers.
His kiss was fierce, demanding, thrilling. Then, just as suddenly, he
pulled back and eased her down onto the edge of the bed.
Her heart pounded in
double-time as she braced her palms on the smooth bedspread. She
lifted her hips and extended her legs so he could pull her jeans and
underwear off. When the last of her clothing hit the floor, she
tilted her head back and watched as he reached into his back pocket,
pulled out his wallet, and quickly withdrew a condom before flinging
the wallet to the floor. He handed her the condom before proceeding
to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
The jeans didn’t make
it far before he let out a frustrated groan. “Damn boots,” he
muttered, then sank down on the bed next to her so that he could pull
them off. Once the boots were history, he stood and rid himself of
his jeans and briefs. The multi-colored light streaming in from the
partially open curtains highlighted the lines and planes of his lean,
muscular body. Unabashedly, she admired every inch until, unable to
resist, she reached out and touched his hard shaft.
He drew in a deep
breath as she slid her thumb over the clear droplet that had formed
on the head of his cock. “Give me the condom,” he said, his voice
rough.
She dropped the foil
wrapped packet into his outstretched palm, then scooted to the center
of the bed. Her heart thumped erratically as she watched him unroll
the condom over his erection.
“Spread your legs,”
he commanded as he joined her on the bed and moved to settle between
her parted thighs. With his palms flat on the bed on either side of
her, he braced himself over her, then lowered his head and pressed
his mouth to hers. She lifted her hands to his ribcage, then smoothed
her palms over his warm, supple skin. He kissed her deeply, and with
so much tenderness that moisture gathered in her eyes. She’d never
been kissed like this; with such passionate reverence.
A heartbeat later, Drew
lifted his head. Jessie’s eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked
with his as he rocked his hips
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