Page 66 of Hard Rock Deceit
I returned the kiss, opening to him, allowing our tongues and lips and teeth to explore one another. He ran his tongue along my upper lip. I melted into him. He chuckled as he once again used my weak spotagainstme.
I clung to him tighter, that strange urge returning, the urge to hold on and neverletgo.
August moved his fingers from my hips to my breasts. He pinched one stiff nipple through my dress, tweaking and rolling between thumb and forefinger, before switching sides to play with the other. I moaned and squirmed at theonslaught.
"I hope you don't like this dress too much," he murmured againstmylips.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to tear it off you if you're not naked in fiveseconds."
"Don't, it's not mine," I gaped into his mouth. "It'sHope's."
"Then take it off before I ripitoff."
She had beenright.
I threw the dress and my bra hastily to the floor. He stared at my breasts, rabid hunger in his gaze as he saw me bare. He attacked one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. I gasped. He played with the other before switching, sucking the left and tweaking the right. The sensations went straight from my chest to my verycenter.
While his mouth was occupied, I snuck my hands under his shirt, exploring his chest and abs. Running my nails lightly down smooth skin, I felt his muscles ripple. They flexed and shifted delightfully under my fingertips. I liftedthehem.
Now that I was so close and had permission to touch, I traced that tempting V shape of his lower torso. I used my thumbs to trace those lines from his hips and lower, until my fingers reached his belt. Fumbling, I unbuckled it and reached for the button on hisjeans.
August took just enough time away from licking and biting my breasts to take off his shirt and kick off his pants, leaving him in hisboxers.
A rapidly hardening length rose upward. With my mouth near watering, I wrapped my fingers around him through the fabric. He groaned, dropping his head into the crook of my neck. I stroked squeezed gently. He groaned again. Those sounds, the proof of his pleasure, inflamed my core. Wetness dripped between my thighs, my pantiesbecomingdamp.
Slowly, I reached inside his boxers. I lightly gripped him again. Silken skin over hard steel was a revelation. He pulsed and throbbed under my hands, the same way my insides pulsed and throbbed. Needy.Wanting.
I was empty. Aching. I needed something to fill me. And I knew there was only one thing that could satisfy thatcraving.
I tugged at hisboxers.
"Off," Idemanded.
"So eager to have me inside you?" he murmured intomyskin.
"Yes," I nodded emphatically, no shamewhatsoever.
He bent down to remove his boxers, as I had commanded. I took the moment to wriggle out of my own panties, lowering them to the floor. When I looked back up, I stopped andstared.
August's lean, toned body stood tall, with his cock jutting outward, ragingly hard and weeping atthetip.
I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste him. I craved it as much as I craved his lips, hiskisses.
But that was for another time. He grabbed his jeans and rooted around in the pockets, pulling out a foilpacket.
With his hands on my hips, he urged me forward until we were steps from the sofa. He pulled me down into his lap. His naked cock rested between the valley of my thighs. The tip bumped against my belly, absurdly large from thisangle.
He saw my wide eyes andpaused.
"Whatisit?"
"How are you going to fit?" Iblurted.
"Don't worry." He took himself in hand, using the tip to circle my clit. I moaned, tremors shooting through me. He smirked, heated and wicked. "I'll make sure you take it alltheway."
My inner walls pulsed with need at those words, begging to befilled.
