Page 50 of Time To Live Again

“Yes,” she breathes.

With the speed of a cheetah, I pull her shirt over her head, revealing a sexy black bodysuit underneath. Her overflowing, perky breasts tantalize me, and my mouth waters. I relish the delicate salty and sweet taste as I kiss from her neck to her collarbone and on to the gentle curve of her chest.

I hook the straps of the bodysuit with my fingers and pull them down, watching as her tempting breasts spill out. She gasps when I pull one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth while I massage the other one. Her hand presses the back of my head, encouraging me to keep going.

“I love the way you taste, how you feel like silk against my tongue. Everything. I need to see all of you.”

I get down on my knees and unzip her boots. She places her hands on my shoulders as I take them off and then the socks, one by one. Her feet are cute too. I look up at her with my hands on her soft, round hips, making sure she’s with me. Lust fills her gorgeous eyes, and her wet, parted lips reveal her desire. I take off her pants, and she finishes by removing the bodysuit. I trail soft kisses from one hip bone to the other, then stand up and step back.

“Gorgeous…every single curve. You are perfect, and I’m going to make sure you know that, right now.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Her velvety whisper goes straight to my head. Her eyes trace a heated path down my body, flashing when she notices my obvious hard-on. She sucks on her lower lip.

I love how she stands in front of me, completely exposed, without inhibition. There’s something insanely arousing about it—her completely bare and me fully clothed.

Her hand traces down between her breasts, then rests on her stomach. The other moves over her shapely hip.

“Take my jeans off,” I command to see her reaction after I pull off my shirt. “I won’t last long if you keep teasing me like that.” I kick off my shoes to speed things up.

“We don’t want that now, do we?” She approaches me with a seductive curve of her mouth. A tremor of desire travels through my body when she kisses the valley between my pecs, and tickles my skin with her fingertips around the rim of my jeans. “Ah, you like that, huh?”

I nod, speechless because I’m painfully hard and my pants are cutting off my circulation. I groan when she pops the button open, lowers the zipper, and grazes her knuckles along my dick. This is downright fucking torture.

She continues her seductive game and slides her hands into the back of my jeans, caresses my ass, then gently squeezes. “So sexy,” she purrs. Her hungry eyes assess my face for a response to her audacious touch, ending on my lips. I capture her mouth to urge her to keep going. She pushes my jeans and boxer briefs down, and my hardness springs free. Relief! I kick the clothes away, then pull her body against mine. We moan in unison when our bare skin touches each other.

I move us backward until her legs meet the mattress. Seizing the initiative, she pulls herself onto the bed and poses like a Greek goddess, her hair spread around her head and her creamy skin exposed, inviting me to explore it all night.

I kneel beside her, and my pulse speeds up as she peruses my body. I crawl closer, then hover over her with my hands on either side of her head.

“Was that song for me?” I lean in close, my lips almost brushing hers. Her back bows, and her hard nipples scrape along my chest, making me tremble.

“Ever since I met you,” she breathes, “I’ve dreamed of you doing more than kissing me.”

“Your dream is my command, beautiful.”

Where shall I begin?

21

OLIVE

Possessed. That’s what I am. Never have I ever been this bold in bed. I can’t stand looking at myself naked in the mirror, but right now with Leo, I am completely comfortable in my skin. He embraces all my exaggerated, unwanted curves and insecurities, lifting me to new heights.

I’ve always loved kissing, but kissing him takes it to a whole new level. If I had my way, we’d never separate. I know it’s not logical, but a woman can dream when the man of her hottest fantasies hovers above her and devours her mouth.

Goose bumps bloom on his skin as I stroke his muscular back. He hums in delight as he slowly lowers himself between my legs, blanketing my body. His arousal presses against my inner thigh, and I ache for more. I break away from his seductive lips and nibble on his neck. His hair tickles my face.

My hands travel farther down and grab his perfect ass, rocking him against my throbbing core. “I want you so much. Touch me more.”

Leo pushes up and rests on one arm as he hooks his other arm under my right leg and opens me wide, exposing my wet center. His eyes travel downward, stopping where our lower bodies connect. Every synapse in my body goes off.

“I wish you could see what I see. So sexy, so hot,” he says, his voice rough and strained.

I arch my back, and he captures my nipple with his demanding lips. Slowly, he begins rubbing his length against me, and I moan. I’m so sensitive, I could come undone like this.

He unhooks my leg and drags his hand down to my slick folds. Before he can ask, I say, “Yes. I want to feel you.”

“You’re going to kill me.” I capture his mouth with mine. While I taste his tongue, he inserts one finger, and I almost see stars. “You’re so wet, so warm. I can’t get enough,” he says between kisses. It’s been so long, and it feels amazing.

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