anything.
Chapter Seven
Stephanie turned in his embrace, her face tilted up and those full lips pursed and ready for his kiss. He swept his mouth against hers, a full body shudder moving through him at first contact and he released his grip on her, pushing her away so he could study her.
But she was too gorgeous to have so far. Unable to resist, his hands moved up to cup her face, holding her as if she were fragile. Something he cherished, like someone he wanted to take care of. His thumbs brushed against the soft skin of her cheeks. His mouth plundered her plump, welcoming lips and their tongues, met, danced.
Getting her off in the car had been the single hottest thing he’d witnessed since he didn’t know when. The way she’d spread for him, how wet she’d been when he’d first touched her. The sound of her creamy, juicy pussy while his fingers worked inside her, the little noises she made when she came against his hand, all over his fingers.
He couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Suddenly she pushed at him, those slender hands sure and strong against his chest and he backed up, kept going until he hit the wall with a thud. She stared up at him, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, twisting so it rode up high on his belly and her gaze wandered, lingering on his exposed skin.
“Take your shirt off.” Her quiet command was sexy, the look in her eyes even more so and with one hand he yanked the shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor.
She drew in a harsh breath and stared at his chest, her gaze wandering all over his form. Her hands reached out and tentative fingers brushed against his heated flesh.
“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” Awe tinged her voice as she explored.
He could say the same about her. Her touch was like a wildfire spreading across his already overheated skin, slim fingers igniting little blazing trails wherever they touched. He waited in agony, dying to know what she was going to do next.
Her fingers traced every muscled ridge in his stomach and her nails scratched, making him shiver. “I’m not even at my peak physical condition,” he admitted, feeling like a macho show off the second the words left his mouth.
“Oh, my.” She gazed up at him, her eyes twinkling in what he could only assume was amusement. “I don’t know if I’d be able to handle you in your peak physical condition.”
“I think you could handle me anytime you wanted me.” He gripped her upper arms and hauled her to him, giving her a kiss that stole her breath and stole his, too. He wanted her to know exactly how much he needed her with that one kiss. How bad he craved her, how desperate he was to have her again.
And again and again and again.
She broke the kiss first, her fingers shoving into his chest. “Don’t move.”
He watched in agonized pleasure as she dropped to her knees, her fingers going to work on the waistband of his jeans. She undid each button slowly, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, her touch slowly driving him insane. Finally, the buttons were all undone and she spread the fly, revealing the unmistakable strain of his cock beneath.
“This is what I thought of, what I dreamed of. Me giving you pleasure,” she whispered, her index fingers hooking around the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging downward.
His cock sprang free, bobbing close to her mouth and she smiled, grasping the base. A groan tore through him, hurting his chest and he slumped against the wall, more than ready for her next move.
She stared at his cock with avid interest, her fingers stroking, her thumb circling the head. Leaning forward, her tongue snaked out, licking the tip of him and collecting the drop of pre-come that had gathered there.
It was incredibly sexy watching her, what they were doing, where they were at. In the dark in a crappy hotel room, the faint red glow of the
Chapter Seven
Stephanie turned in his embrace, her face tilted up and those full lips pursed and ready for his kiss. He swept his mouth against hers, a full body shudder moving through him at first contact and he released his grip on her, pushing her away so he could study her.
But she was too gorgeous to have so far. Unable to resist, his hands moved up to cup her face, holding her as if she were fragile. Something he cherished, like someone he wanted to take care of. His thumbs brushed against the soft skin of her cheeks. His mouth plundered her plump, welcoming lips and their tongues, met, danced.
Getting her off in the car had been the single hottest thing he’d witnessed since he didn’t know when. The way she’d spread for him, how wet she’d been when he’d first touched her. The sound of her creamy, juicy pussy while his fingers worked inside her, the little noises she made when she came against his hand, all over his fingers.
He couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Suddenly she pushed at him, those slender hands sure and strong against his chest and he backed up, kept going until he hit the wall with a thud. She stared up at him, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt, twisting so it rode up high on his belly and her gaze wandered, lingering on his exposed skin.
“Take your shirt off.” Her quiet command was sexy, the look in her eyes even more so and with one hand he yanked the shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor.
She drew in a harsh breath and stared at his chest, her gaze wandering all over his form. Her hands reached out and tentative fingers brushed against his heated flesh.
“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.” Awe tinged her voice as she explored.
He could say the same about her. Her touch was like a wildfire spreading across his already overheated skin, slim fingers igniting little blazing trails wherever they touched. He waited in agony, dying to know what she was going to do next.
Her fingers traced every muscled ridge in his stomach and her nails scratched, making him shiver. “I’m not even at my peak physical condition,” he admitted, feeling like a macho show off the second the words left his mouth.
“Oh, my.” She gazed up at him, her eyes twinkling in what he could only assume was amusement. “I don’t know if I’d be able to handle you in your peak physical condition.”
“I think you could handle me anytime you wanted me.” He gripped her upper arms and hauled her to him, giving her a kiss that stole her breath and stole his, too. He wanted her to know exactly how much he needed her with that one kiss. How bad he craved her, how desperate he was to have her again.
And again and again and again.
She broke the kiss first, her fingers shoving into his chest. “Don’t move.”
He watched in agonized pleasure as she dropped to her knees, her fingers going to work on the waistband of his jeans. She undid each button slowly, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, her touch slowly driving him insane. Finally, the buttons were all undone and she spread the fly, revealing the unmistakable strain of his cock beneath.
“This is what I thought of, what I dreamed of. Me giving you pleasure,” she whispered, her index fingers hooking around the elastic waistband of his underwear and tugging downward.
His cock sprang free, bobbing close to her mouth and she smiled, grasping the base. A groan tore through him, hurting his chest and he slumped against the wall, more than ready for her next move.
She stared at his cock with avid interest, her fingers stroking, her thumb circling the head. Leaning forward, her tongue snaked out, licking the tip of him and collecting the drop of pre-come that had gathered there.
It was incredibly sexy watching her, what they were doing, where they were at. In the dark in a crappy hotel room, the faint red glow of the
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