closed both hands on her breasts and his mouth had followed, she was his for the taking.
They didn't need words. She only needed his mouth to keep trailing down to her torso, lower and lower until he tasted her between her legs. He used that wicked mouth of his to suck her clitoris until she couldn't breathe. When the first orgasm wrenched at her insides, leaving her tight and wet, all she could do was pant was his name. She was still panting when his mouth brushed along her jaw and rested on the crook of her neck.
“Yvonne,” he groaned and stilled as though trying to hold back.
His musky scent surrounded her. His weight pressed against her. She never wanted this moment to change. Never needed to know what someone else would feel like inside her. Just Gregory Woods.
Him.
She scraped her nails down his back to grip his ass. She'd ogled it more than enough the past month to know it was a thing of beauty. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He groaned again and then she could feel the hard length of him pushing against her sex. He turned his head as he pressed into her. She gasped. He caught the sound with his mouth and kissed her hard as he worked his way inside her.
She was slick so it wasn't long before his strokes went deeper, harder, faster. He filled her, filled her everything and she was lost in him. Her heart raced at the overwhelming sensation of that, but soon he was groaning her name again and again. He stopped, shifting long enough to find her hands. He entwined their fingers and worked inside her.
Why hadn't they done this three weeks ago? Oh, God. Why did it feel like her heart was breaking? If this was going to end badly for her, she never wanted to have a single regret about this moment between them. Telling him about her family, maybe. Showing him how she organized her bathroom cabinet, well that she’d regretted the second she showed him and he'd laughed. But this...never.
She tilted her chin up. He met her half way and kissed her. Their lips were still locked when she started to tremble and moan, her sex tightening around him and then she climaxed. He buried his face in her neck, letting go of her hands to brace himself on the floor but she still heard the long groan of satisfaction before he stilled. He'd come too. She trembled harder that time, aroused again so soon.
She had his whole body to explore with his fingertips. So she did even well after his breathing had steadied.
He said, and she could hear the smile in his voice, “I guess we've been building up to that.”
She chuckled. “One could say that.”
He lifted his head and met her gaze. “We should consider that was round one.”
A twinge squeezed around her heart. This next step into a physical relationship was a natural progression, but why today? Why this moment? Yvonne didn't get all those coveted spots in dance companies because she doubted she was good or deserved it. Maybe that just meant she had a massive ego, but confidence had served her well in life. Listening to her instincts had taken her further than any teacher had believed she could go.
Something had made him walk into her home and change their relationship. It was as though he needed this, whatever they were, to be sexual. And she needed him, wanted him more than anything she had before. She didn't fall this hard, this fast...this deep, but he was funny, sexy and solid.
So when Yvonne murmured, “I'm falling in love with you,” she already knew how that news would be taken—not well at all.
She'd uttered the word “love” after having sex. She said it to a man who was running from that word—period. His back stiffened beneath her fingers. Yvonne sighed. Yeah, maybe she wasn't confident or didn't have keen instincts. She had faults. Serious faults.
As the silence went on, she felt the need to fill it. “Don't say thank you, at least.”
His eyes were dark when he said, “Yvonne, I—”
That sounded like a speech in the making. A speech she
They didn't need words. She only needed his mouth to keep trailing down to her torso, lower and lower until he tasted her between her legs. He used that wicked mouth of his to suck her clitoris until she couldn't breathe. When the first orgasm wrenched at her insides, leaving her tight and wet, all she could do was pant was his name. She was still panting when his mouth brushed along her jaw and rested on the crook of her neck.
“Yvonne,” he groaned and stilled as though trying to hold back.
His musky scent surrounded her. His weight pressed against her. She never wanted this moment to change. Never needed to know what someone else would feel like inside her. Just Gregory Woods.
Him.
She scraped her nails down his back to grip his ass. She'd ogled it more than enough the past month to know it was a thing of beauty. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He groaned again and then she could feel the hard length of him pushing against her sex. He turned his head as he pressed into her. She gasped. He caught the sound with his mouth and kissed her hard as he worked his way inside her.
She was slick so it wasn't long before his strokes went deeper, harder, faster. He filled her, filled her everything and she was lost in him. Her heart raced at the overwhelming sensation of that, but soon he was groaning her name again and again. He stopped, shifting long enough to find her hands. He entwined their fingers and worked inside her.
Why hadn't they done this three weeks ago? Oh, God. Why did it feel like her heart was breaking? If this was going to end badly for her, she never wanted to have a single regret about this moment between them. Telling him about her family, maybe. Showing him how she organized her bathroom cabinet, well that she’d regretted the second she showed him and he'd laughed. But this...never.
She tilted her chin up. He met her half way and kissed her. Their lips were still locked when she started to tremble and moan, her sex tightening around him and then she climaxed. He buried his face in her neck, letting go of her hands to brace himself on the floor but she still heard the long groan of satisfaction before he stilled. He'd come too. She trembled harder that time, aroused again so soon.
She had his whole body to explore with his fingertips. So she did even well after his breathing had steadied.
He said, and she could hear the smile in his voice, “I guess we've been building up to that.”
She chuckled. “One could say that.”
He lifted his head and met her gaze. “We should consider that was round one.”
A twinge squeezed around her heart. This next step into a physical relationship was a natural progression, but why today? Why this moment? Yvonne didn't get all those coveted spots in dance companies because she doubted she was good or deserved it. Maybe that just meant she had a massive ego, but confidence had served her well in life. Listening to her instincts had taken her further than any teacher had believed she could go.
Something had made him walk into her home and change their relationship. It was as though he needed this, whatever they were, to be sexual. And she needed him, wanted him more than anything she had before. She didn't fall this hard, this fast...this deep, but he was funny, sexy and solid.
So when Yvonne murmured, “I'm falling in love with you,” she already knew how that news would be taken—not well at all.
She'd uttered the word “love” after having sex. She said it to a man who was running from that word—period. His back stiffened beneath her fingers. Yvonne sighed. Yeah, maybe she wasn't confident or didn't have keen instincts. She had faults. Serious faults.
As the silence went on, she felt the need to fill it. “Don't say thank you, at least.”
His eyes were dark when he said, “Yvonne, I—”
That sounded like a speech in the making. A speech she
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