Page 46 of Hold Still

Squirming in my arms, she gasps, “Yes.”

My hands return to her ass while my cock pushes at her stomach. Leaving her delightful tits, I return to her mouth and devour it.

Her breathing comes in rapid pants. We need to be horizontal. Or at least with some kind of surface behind us. The chaise looks perfect.

I pick her up and walk over to the chair and sit, pulling her body across my now naked one. Somewhere from there to here, I lost my towel. Whatever.

I trail kisses down her neck and return to her full tits. D cup, if I’m not mistaken. And all natural. I knead one while suckling on the other. Long pulls followed by short nibbles cause her body to writhe in time.

My hand slides downward and around her full hips. Curvy. Not all bony like some of the stick figures who have graced my bed. No. McKenna’s all woman. As I reach for the zipper on her skirt, her hand closes around my cock and I lose all sense of place and time.

Collapsing back onto the lounger, I can do nothing more than watch her work her magic on me. “One of us needs to get naked. Now.”

She lowers her eyes and licks her lips. “Looks like one of us already is.”

I bite her pink nipple. Standing her upright, I tug on her skirt and work it down her legs, finally dropping it on the ground to take in the beauty before me. She’s wearing lacy pink panties, which match the streak in her hair. “Do you match your hair and your panties on purpose?”

She bites her bottom lip. “I like to be color-coordinated.”

Chuckling, I quip, “You give new meaning to matching the carpet with the drapes.”

She giggles while my free hand reaches out to the elastic around her waist, but she stops me. Whatever. We’ll get there soon enough. Redirecting my path, I pull her down onto my lap so she’s straddling me. “I can smell how turned on you are.” I inhale. “So good.”

Her hips roll in a circle around my cock and her finger snakes down to play with my Prince Albert piercing. Large latte eyes meet mine. “Wow.”

“The ladies love it.”Shit. Never mention other women when you’re with one, you idiot.

Her tone drops lower than the ground. “Oh.”

Her face goes from sexy and turned on to closed off in an instant. The next second, she’s off my lap and, in a whirl of clothing, somewhat dressed and racing away from me. At the side gate, she pauses.

“I’m glad you reminded me when to throw in the towel. Happy Thanksgiving, by the way,” she says, her hand at the latch.

Then, just as unexpectedly as she blew in, she’s gone.

Naked and alone, I collapse onto the lounger that was the scene of a much more fun tryst moments ago. Running fingers through my hair, I mumble, “You may not have deserved what Teresa did to you, but you sure as hell deserved this.”

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