Page 115 of Getting it Right (Addy's Rollercoaster)

“Nothing will change my mind about you.”

Gazing into his resolute eyes, I believed him. “Then I’ll tell you later.” Tugging on his hair, I whispered, “Kiss me.”

“My pleasure.”

He covered my mouth with his. I followed his lead, reveling in the way his lips melded to mine. His wet tongue swept into my mouth. I boldly stroked mine to his, and his deep groan made me tremble with need.

“Barry.” I gulped for air when he broke the kiss, and grew wetter between my legs when he ran his mouth along my jaw, flicking his hot tongue. “Please. Can you ... I need ...”

“I need you too.”

He gripped my tee and whipped it off over my head. I grabbed his and did the same. As I looked at him, all chiseled and glorious, my chest heaved with my shortened breaths.

“You’re so sexy.” He cupped my breasts. In his large hands, they swelled, seeming just the right size. He flicked his thumbs across my nipples. Beneath the satin of my bra, they preened.

“That feels so good.” I gasped and grabbed his waist, arching my back and pressing my breasts into the frame he provided. “Oh, Barry.” I moaned when he thrummed my diamond-hard nipples. Each touch made them tighten and me ache.

“I love the way you respond to me.” He lowered his head and took my mouth again. His tongue stroked mine over and over as he strummed my tingling nipples.

Desire crashing over me hard like a wave, I ripped my mouth from his. “I need you inside me now.” With shaking hands, I reached for the buckle of his belt.

“I need that too.” He unfastened the button on my faded jeans and lowered the zipper while I unthreaded the leather of his belt. “Let me.”

He swept my hands aside to rip open the button fly of his dark indigo jeans. Not to be deterred, I plunged my hand into his charcoal-gray boxer briefs. His underwear matched his T-shirt that I had cast aside. When my fingers fastened around his thick cock, he groaned.

“You’re so hot,” I said, admiring him. He was ridged velvet over pulsing steel.

“You make me burn,con bu?m c?a tôi.”

“I love that you call me that.” I stroked him firmly like I’d learned he liked, and he emitted a low appreciative sound that made my insides quiver.

“I love you.” He reached around to my back and deftly unclasped my bra.

My heart fluttered. “Make me burn.” I stared into his gaze and found the copper and brown alight with a dark flame.

After removing my bra, he tossed it aside. It was black, not that he noticed. His gaze was on my naked breasts.

Lifting me, he pinned my back to the wall and pulled my tight, aching nipples into his mouth. He drew one deep and then the other. Back and forth, he went.

The pleasure was so great that each stroke of his firm tongue and the sweet glide of his lips were fiery jolts that hit my clit. I would have writhed if I could, but he had complete control of me in this position. I loved it because I loved and trusted him.

“Please put your cock inside me.” Throbbing and wet, I gripped his hair in my hands and pulled urgently.

Gathering me close, he pressed my heavy breasts and damp nipples to the flexed muscles and smooth skin of his chest. I wrapped my legs around him. My pussy needed his cock. He located the leather couch and laid me on it.

“Get out of those jeans,” he said.

I didn’t hesitate to wiggle my way out of them. He toed out of his gray suede chukkas and made short work of his jeans. I reached for him even as he came toward me.

“Open your legs.” He grabbed my knees and spread them.

My pussy pulsed eagerly as the cooler room air met my heat. He moved between my legs. Aligning his cock, he looked at me.

“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t prepared. I’m never prepared for how wonderful you are and how much you turn me on.”

A shiver rolled through me from his words and his heated look.

Smiling, I said, “It’s okay with me for you to go bare if it’s okay with you. I’m clean.”

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