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hand into a fist and pressed it against his heart.
She leaned toward him and lapped up the last trickles of blood. The punctures closed
beneath the healing strokes of her tongue. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.
Her eyes moved over his chest and shoulders, lingered tenderly on the shadowed hollow
between his collarbones. For a moment, she watched his broad chest rise and fall with
each breath. Her gaze drank in the sprinkling of dark hair, the small, firm buds of his
nipples. She brushed her finger over one, and it felt like a pebble. Will moaned softly at
the touch.
Heart racing, she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his broad chest,
feeling the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat echo her own. Lightly, tentatively, her
tongue flicked against his nipple. His fingers slid into her hair and rubbed her scalp, a
gentle, encouraging pressure, as she nuzzled his other nipple, then eased down to kiss his
taut stomach.
A part of her whispered that this was moving too fast, but she couldn t stop now.
Biting her lower lip, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his long,
lean legs. She hesitated, looking into his eyes, and he nodded. She reached beneath the
waistband of his boxers and found the smooth, rigid shaft of his cock. He groaned, his
eyes half-closing.
She licked her lips. Slowly, carefully, her fingertips explored the surface of his
erection from base to tip, memorizing its shape. They wandered lower, brushing against
the rough surface of his balls. Then she curled her fingers around the stiff column and
just held it for a moment. It pulsed in her hand. She released him long enough to slide his
boxers down and off, and her gaze moved over the long, thick shaft jutting from the patch
of dark curls between his thighs. A vein meandered along the underside, and a bead of
clear liquid clung to the slit at its tip. She started to reach out again, then stopped, keenly
aware of the intimacy of the moment.
She d gone this far with Brian when they were together, but still& they d just been
kids fumbling around. This felt different, more intense, more real. Every touch, every
movement, was like walking deeper and deeper into some beautiful, dangerous new
territory.
 Please, he whispered.
Her fingertips grazed his shaft, then caressed the head. With her thumb, she brushed
the drop of moisture from its tip, and his cock twitched under her touch.
Panting, Will slipped his hands beneath her shirt, over her breasts. Her nipples
hardened beneath his warm, hard palms, and electricity danced under her skin. He leaned
closer until she felt his warm breath on her neck.  Let me undress you, he murmured.
Breathless, she nodded, and he slid her shirt off, exposing her breasts: small and pert,
tipped with berry-red nipples. His thumb circled her pale pink areola, and it puckered in
response, the nipple pushing upward. He squeezed the taut flesh lightly between a thumb
and forefinger, and the touch sent a jolt of need straight to her clitoris. She shivered. Heat
pooled between her thighs, wetness tickled her folds, and her clit tingled. When she
shifted, the rub of her cotton panties against that tiny nub sent another hot jolt through
her.
Will s long, deft fingers unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, so only her panties
stood between her and the cool air. He cupped the mound of her sex through the thin
cotton, and her breath caught in her throat.
Everything that came after this would be uncharted territory. His gaze pierced hers,
his eyes heavy-lidded and smoky with desire. He leaned closer, and his lips touched her
ear.  Are you all right? he whispered.
 Yes, she whispered back. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair.  Don t stop.
Slowly, he slid her panties down, exposing her completely. He stared at her, and it
seemed she could feel the heat of his gaze on her naked, aroused flesh. His fingertips
pressed lightly against the lips of her pussy, and they plumped under his touch. Every
nerve-ending had become remarkably sensitive, responding to the pressure and heat of
his fingertips. She had never been so aware of anything; his touch burned into her, and
she felt it throughout her entire body. His gaze remained focused on the shadowed
juncture between her thighs.
Lightly, he stroked her plump labia. Then one finger slipped between them, and the
shock of that contact sent tremors through her body.  You re wet, he said, his voice
deep and husky. His thumb grazed the hood of her clit, the barest brush of flesh against
flesh. Fresh wetness seeped through her folds, and the tingling in that node of flesh
increased as it swelled.
Normally, her clitoris remained hidden completely under its hood. Only when she
was very aroused did the tiny, pink nub poke out enough to become visible. Seeing it now
made her feel strangely vulnerable. Then the rough ball of his thumb was on it, rubbing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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