Page 36 of Friends With Benefits

She smiled back. His palms skimmed over her shoulders, sending hot shivers through her, and he pushed the straps of her dress down over her arms, further and further until the bodice of the dress dropped to her waist. Breasts bared, nipples tight and tingling, she watched his face as he looked at her, and so badly wanted him to like what he saw. And then…she knew he did, as his eyes darkened, his jaw tightened and his hands came up to gently cup her breasts.

“God, Kerri, you’re gorgeous,” he said hoarsely. A small moan escaped her.

His palms rubbed over her nipples, and she shuddered under his touch, pleasure cascading over her. Her lower tummy was a hot ache of desire, warm liquid need pulsing between her legs, and her inner muscles clenched hard with yearning.

He kissed her again, a slow meeting of their mouths, and his tongue brushed her bottom lip as the kiss ended. Heat trickled through her. She drew back and their eyes met again. Eyelids heavy, her eyes drifted shut as she leaned into him for another kiss. She needed more, more of him—his mouth, his tongue, his touch. He licked her again, licked into her mouth, and she opened wider for him, sucked on him.

Her dress crumpled around her waist and she pushed the sides of his shirt apart, then wound her arms around his neck and pressed her aching breasts against his hard chest, skin to scorching skin. His arms tightened around her and the kiss grew hotter. Frantic whimpers of pleasure and panting breaths filled the quiet room.

He gently stroked up her bare back, took her face in his hands and held her while he lifted his mouth from hers, changed the angle, then took her mouth again in a searing kiss. God, they were both going to go up in flames. His fingers burned her face, his shoulders and neck almost feverish to her touch.

He leaned his forehead on hers, panting for breath. “Jesus,” he gasped. She put her hands over his, still on her face, and they stood like that for long, throbbing moments. Her heart raced with a frantic beat and every nerve ending jumped and quivered with urgent need.

He clicked on the lamp beside the bed and she met his eyes as she shimmied her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor in a small black puddle of silk. Lacy black tanga panties fluttered over her hips and cheeks, barely covering anything.

She looked at him and he watched her intently as she shed her dress, his eyes warm with appreciation. A thrill zapped through her that she pleased him.

He stripped his shirt off his shoulders, tossed it aside, and the sight of his naked torso forced all the air out of her lungs. God, he was beautiful. He toed out of his dress shoes, then unzipped his pants with an efficient tug, and shed socks along with the pants. He stood there in snug black boxer briefs barely containing his massive erection and Kerri studied him with admiration.

Now this was Mitch as she’d never seen him. He was a gorgeous guy, but she’d never given the size of his package much thought before. Now…wow. Her mouth actually watered. She wanted to see all of him. She wanted to taste him.

She crossed the short distance between them to stroke her hands down his smooth chest and abdomen, his lean hips, the bones square and strong under her hands. She tipped her head back to look at him.

“Are you sure, Kerri?” he asked softly. “I don’t want you to be mad at me for pushing you into doing something you don’t want to.”

“I’m sure.” She met his eyes. Their gazes held, the air thick and hot and heavy around them, and she swallowed. “I amsosure. If we don’t do this, I’m going to die.”

“God, me too.” He picked her up and deposited her on the bed. He came down beside her, his heavy weight tipping the mattress so she rolled into him. She flung one leg over his hip, arched her pelvis into him, only thin layers of cotton and lace between them. She grabbed the thick muscles of his upper arm with one hand, slid the other under him, so she could get closer.

But even as he took her mouth again, he pushed her away, onto her back on the mattress. He left her mouth and nibbled his way down her neck to her shoulder, then lower. Her breasts lifted, full and tight, in anticipation of his touch. He kissed her clavicle, the top of one breast, and then the other.

She moaned in helpless excitement, and when he finally licked one nipple, sweet hot pleasure rushed through her. He slowly licked again with a hot, velvet tongue and she whimpered. Then his mouth closed over her and it was exquisite, astonishingly beautiful. When he sucked and tugged on her sensitive flesh, her eyes rolled back in her head, pulls of ecstasy shooting from nipple to womb.

“You taste so sweet,” he muttered. “Such pretty breasts.”

Again, she arched against him, hips lifting, pleading, inviting, as he sucked and pulled on her tender nipples. He cupped her breasts, lifting her nipples to his mouth, one, then the other, and she thought she might die from the pleasure. Her head rolled back and forth on the mattress, mindless with rapture.

He pressed his mouth between her breasts, then lower across her tummy, sending more shivers of delight through her.

“Tell me again what that fragrance is.” His nose rested below her belly button and he inhaled deeply.

“Ylang-ylang. It’s the flower of the…um…cananga tree.” She could barely speak as his mouth slid lower. “In Indonesia, ylang-ylang flowers are spread on the bed of newlywed couples. It’s…” He pressed a kiss onto her hip bone just above the black lace. “It’s an…” He hooked his fingers into the panties and tugged them down. “…an aphrodisiac. Oh!” She lifted her hips and he whisked her panties over her legs and off.

Hot, hard hands pushed her thighs apart as he moved over her.

“God, I want to taste you,” he muttered, voice thick, and her tummy flip-flopped at his words. Her thighs quivered and she ached there, knew she was wet for him.

His fingers parted her folds and stroked through and yes, she was wet, so wet.

For a moment she couldn’t believe this was happening. This wasMitchtouching her like this, so intimately, so arousingly. She should be uncomfortable, embarrassed…but all she was was unbearably excited. She let herself go, breathing a sigh of relief at finally giving in to the sexual tension she could now admit had been building between her and Mitch for weeks. She floated on a cloud of erotic sensation as he licked her, kissed her swollen folds, then found her clit and sucked softly.

She cried out, fisted her hands in the duvet they were still laying atop, head twisting from side to side as pleasure built and spiraled inside her.

“Oh, that’s so good.”

He found the exact spot she needed him to stroke and he pressed his tongue and lips expertly against her as he took her higher, flying, exploding in a shower of glitter and brilliant light, exquisite pleasure tearing through her in a blinding orgasm.

Kerri still trembled moments later as Mitch moved up beside her on the bed. Her eyes were closed as he leaned over and kissed her mouth, and she barely kissed him back. Her shaking hands came up to clutch his biceps and her mouth opened then closed.

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