Page 23 of Treasured
“Yeah,” I said and helped him take his shirt off.Finally. My breathing became more intense as he showed himself.
Once he tossed his shirt on the floor, I pulled him closer so he would hold me again and said, “Good, then come here.”
“Finally.” His lips claimed mine.
I let out a warm sigh and kissed him like he was the last man I would ever need. His hands went up and down my body, cupping my ass fully.
I traced his back, and he fully picked me up and carried me into the other bedroom.
When he let me down, I slid my body against his, and he cradled my breasts for a moment then caressed my sides.
I had too many clothes on, so I pulled off my shirt and tossed it. He helped me, tentatively brushing my boobs a little more.
I laughed, and his fingers curled behind me and snapped off my bra like he’d been waiting for a dessert.
I arched my back to help him take it off.
The moment I was free, he leaned down and sucked my nipples, which had hardened for him.
My toes curled as I was holding him and hugging him while he feasted on the second one.
Heat rushed through me as he returned for more kisses.
I would never have enough of him. As he tasted me, his fingers flicked my nipples.
Damn, I was ready for him. I gripped his pants and belt buckle, tugging his hard shaft toward me. We were both still wearing too many layers.
I needed to be with him. His lips met mine, but I needed more.
He kneaded my breasts, and I unbuckled his pants.
He didn’t stop me. His kisses were so deep it was like we were already one.
Yet the spark inside me strummed; there was so much more. I reached into his boxer briefs, and his hard dick was there, ready and waiting like a pole staff.
He flicked my nipples with his tongue, and I went down on my knees, pulling off his pants.
He stalled me, but I needed to see him, lick him, touch him.
So I slid his clothes off and tasted him.
I tried to go deep, but he gently nudged me off him, prodding me to stand.
I did as he wanted, and he sucked my nubs again and helped me remove my own pants and panties.
His fingers brushed against my apex that needed him, but clearly, he enjoyed my breasts as he never let them go except to try the other.
I turned and rubbed my girlie parts to his hard cock. I placed my hands on the edge of the bed for support, but he understood what I wanted.
And when he pressed open my folds and entered me, I arched my back for him.
I don’t remember ever moaning in my life, but it was all I could do now. I needed him inside me, and this felt deeper.
He sighed, too, as he pumped in and out of me as he found a rhythm.
I moved and he went deeper. To keep me close, he held onto my hips.
Damn, I’d never been this hot. I held on to the edge of the bed harder, as it was all I had to not lose myself entirely.
