Rock Me (New Adult Romance)

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and well-defined arms
covered in tattoos. I ran my hands his muscular torso. He was warm and soft and
hard at the same time. My mouth went dry with desire. Other parts of me, well,
they weren’t dry at all.
    I fiddled with his belt, clumsily opening
his pants. His eyes were liquid with desire as he watched my every move. His
pants dropped down to reveal a spectacular bulge in his very tight and small
black underwear. My eyes went from the bulge to his face. I could see in his
eyes the force of his desire and an equal amount of restraint. I wanted a bit
more of that desire.
    I tentatively reached out and stroked him
through his shorts. He was incredibly hard and large . I felt the need to
really get things started. I pulled him out of his shorts, knelt, and put him
in my mouth. I gently licked and sucked. His breathing deepened considerably.
    “Oh Shay,” he groaned, gently caressing
my head as I stimulated him. He tasted salty and the skin of his shaft was like
velvet. I worked at him as he moaned, his legs bucking. He gently helped me up
after a few minutes.
    “Not fair,” he whispered. “I’m completely
naked and you haven’t taken off a thing.”
    “We can fix that,” I said slyly. “But lay
down on top of me first.”
    “Shy?”
    I shrugged slightly, looking down. “I’m
not perfect.”
    He nodded and gently led me to the bed. I
reclined back and he lay on top of me, careful to rest his weight on his forearms.
We kissed passionately and moved together, enjoying feeling each other so
close. He then untied my dress in the back and pulled it down and off me. He
kissed the tops of my breasts passionately.
    At first I squirmed a bit, aware of the
softness of my thighs, the roundness of my belly, my big bum. But he didn’t
seem to notice, as he was so busy kissing first my breasts and then my tummy,
my legs. He kissed everywhere, passionately covering every squishy bit with his
eager wet mouth.
    He moved down to between my legs, kissing
me there through my underwear. I could feel a wash of heat and I squirmed
impatiently. But he kept torturing me, first planting soft kisses and then more
insistent ones. He moved aside my panties and inserted a very wet tongue into
my most sensitive place. I gasped audibly, holding his head with my hands.
    He began working at me, kissing, sucking,
and tasting my most tender folds and spots before working tenderly on my clit,
building me towards ecstasy. Breathless, I eventually pleaded, “I can’t take
any more Liam. Please, I want you inside of me.”
    He climbed up, removing my bra and
planting a couple more tortuous kisses on my swollen nipples. He moved off for
a sudden and then I heard a foil packet ripping and then felt the welcome
hardness of him against the very softest part of myself.
    I breathed in deeply. He entered slowly,
letting me feel every inch. I felt excruciatingly full and aroused. He paused
mid-way in, letting me breathe and adjust. I looked up into his eyes. They were
full of wonder, urgent desire, and, yes, something like happiness. He pushed
further in, then, leaving me with an exploding feeling of fullness and
satisfaction.
    We moved together, reveling in the
pleasure of sensation and closeness. He gently teased me, moving in and out,
giving me time to enjoy each sensation. We eventually gave into an overwhelming
feeling of desire and need, rocking back and forth wildly and insistently,
abandoning ourselves to our connection and our desire for release.
    His face was flushed with desire and
concentrated passion. His sweaty, muscular body rubbed against my curves
sending me into new heights of ecstasy. He kept bringing his eyes back to mine
as we yelled, gasped, moaned, and gasped out words to each other.
    Eventually he threw his head back and let
loose his release, groaning passionately.
    Meanwhile, I was experiencing a crazy
mixture of sensations in my lower belly—constriction, release, a flooding
of warmth, a powerful spasm deep inside. Confused, I

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