Page 67 of Body Shot

“Any guy who says that is a liar,” I grumble, putting one hand on her waist and pulling her against me. “Especially when you buy something specifically for him.”

“Then I wasn’t sure if you would like black or…something softer… like pink or white or maybe?—”

“I like you,” I interrupt, nuzzling her lips with mine. “I like you in a bathing suit.” I nip her lower lip and tug on it a little. “I like you in those cute sundresses you wear.” One of my hands travels around to cup her firm, round, bare little ass cheek. “I love you in nothing.” I drag my lips across her shoulder and nibble the skin above her collarbone. “But this? A lacy bra and a thong? This might be my favorite yet.”

I capture her lips and slide my tongue between them.

Our mouths move together easily and she’s less timid now, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke. I take my time, as much for her comfort as my own, caressing her skin as we kiss. The curve of her ass.

The indentation of her waist.

Trailing the bumps of her spine.

Until finally, I dig my fingers into the hair at the base of her neck and deepen the kiss. I want to touch every inch of soft,creamy skin, but I also need to work up to it. I need her to want it physically as much as she wants it mentally.

Without warning, I break the kiss and scoop her up into my arms, carrying her groom style to my bedroom, and kick the door shut behind us.

“Oh!” She lets out a little yelp of surprise but doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around my neck.

I gently dump her on the bed before pulling off my polo shirt and toeing off my sneakers. I grab a condom out of my nightstand before sliding onto the bed next to her and rolling on top of her. I start kissing her again, picking up where we left off in the living room, hoping to keep her mind on how she’s feeling, instead of on what we’re about to do.

That’s almost counter-intuitive, wanting her to think about somethingotherthan the fact that I’m about to make love to her, but these are extenuating circumstances.

She wraps one slender leg around me, drawing me closer, and my dick is practically screaming to be released from the prison of my khaki shorts. I’m commando beneath, and I reach down to unbutton them, so I’ll have easier access once we’re ready.

I let my lips skim her jaw, move across her throat, and then down to her chest. When I get to her cleavage, I nuzzle between her breasts, cupping them with my hands. Her nipples are hard little peaks, and I suck on one right through the fabric of her bra. She arches her chest, and I reach behind her to unsnap the bra. Her breasts fall free, begging for my attention, and I’m up for the job.

She likes when I touch her breasts, especially when I suck on them, so I focus on her pleasure, hoping to keep my cock at half mast until she’s ready.

“God, that feels good…” She moans, fingers digging into my hair.

I suck harder while using my fingers to pluck at her other nipple, keeping her body on high alert.

“Anders, please!” Her cry is soft but filled with the kind of need I’ve been desperate to bring out in her.

With the fingers of one hand continuing to pluck and pinch her nipple, I slowly lift my head and find her eyes in the semi-darkness. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Y-you.”

“I’m right here.”

“You know what I want. I’m ready.”

I take a breath and reach out my hand, gripping the condom. I rip it open as I turn on my side, shimmying out of my shorts and sliding the condom down my erection. She’s watching, and as our eyes meet again, wiggles out of her panties.

Fuuuuck.

“Say it,” I whisper hoarsely. “I need you to say the words.”

Her fingers fist my hair hard enough to make my scalp sting and her eyes are bright with intensity.

“Do it, Anders. Make love to me.”

In what universe do I say no to a request like that?

TWENTY-FOUR

Claudia

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