Page 47 of All Yours

“I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

My heart sank. “Oh no, baby. There’s no way you’d ever disappoint me.” I’d known her for three years and was aware of the size of her breasts. I’d gotten a fantastic view of them in her thin nightshirt from earlier that morning. They were perky and spectacular, and I wanted them in my mouth. “They’re yours, and I’m gonna love them.”

“But you haven’t even seen them—”

“So,” I said, pushing my hard on between her legs. “This is what you do to me. You.” I leaned in and brushed my lips on the side of her neck, drawing a sigh out of Sloane. I slid the zipper down her back while peppering kisses to her collarbone.

“What are you doing?”

“That bra is causing problems, and I’m getting rid of it.”

She snickered. “Is that right?”

“Yep,” I said, as I slid the straps of her dress down her arms. She moved, allowing me to remove them.

I fiddled with the clasp for a moment before the bra released. “We don’t need this,” I said, as it too slid down her arms, exposing her perky breasts. I tossed it behind the couch. “Damn, gorgeous.” I said, taking in the sight of Sloane straddling my lap with the dress around her waist. She was a fantasy come to life. Was this really happening?

Sloane studied my face, as if judging every bit of my reaction. I slid my fingertips from her waist up to her breasts. The roughness scraping across the softness. Her smooth, creamy skin was lit only by the light filtering in through the sliding glass door.

“Sorry about the callouses.”

“I like,” she breathed, grinding against the hard lump in my jeans. My hard dick fought against the confinement.

I cupped her breasts and kissed trails back and between them, deliberately slow worshiping the perfection that was this beautiful woman. When one trail was complete, I swirled my tongue around her beaded nipple. She gasped.Yes, baby, I’m going to make you do that some more.On the return trip, I sucked the nipple into my mouth.

“Oh god, Jonah,” she moaned out, pressing herself onto me again circling her center on my hardness. Let her be wet.

I kissed up her chest and neck, grabbing her lips hungrily, our tongues tangling. Every sensation amplified and raging through me. This beautiful, intelligent, amazing woman wanted me as much as I wanted her. I needed to get inside her. But that had to wait a little longer. I wouldn’t rush this. I’d finally gotten here, and I would savor every minute with her.

Sloane’s hand reached between us, running her hand along my length through my pants and moving toward my belt.

“Not yet, babe,” I said against her mouth.

“I need this. I need you now. Don’t make me beg.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” I said, taking her nipple into my mouth again.

A whimper came from Sloane. “Oh god, yes, Jonah.”

“You’re gonna keep saying that.” I shifted, tossing her flat onto her back on the couch, my finger grazing up her inner thigh. I hovered over her, sliding my finger underneath the lacey waistband of her panties. My tongue was going there next and holy fuck, I was going to make her scream.

“Take your shirt off.”

I grabbed the shirt and pulled it in one shift motion over my head. Sloane’s blue eyes dilated to almost all black in the dim room. She took me in, her gaze sliding down my chest and back again.

Sloane smiled, reaching up, running her fingers over my stomach, and trailing down over the lump in my pants. She liked what she saw, and that boded well for me. I relished that look in her eyes.

“I know you want to take these off,” she cooed.

“Yeah. But these first,” I said, running my fingertips along the inside leg of her red lacey panties. She gasped as I explored over her center-kissing one inner thigh, then the other, savoring her anticipatory pants. Then, pulling her panties to the side, I leaned in and ran my tongue over her. Her breath hitched in her chest.

“Pretty, but let’s get these out of the way.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them off into oblivion. Pushing one of her legs up the back of the sofa, I ran my calloused thumb over her center, then leaned in and took my tongue across the same path.

Sloane gasped. “Oh god.”

I moved my tongue over her again, starting tentatively at first, gauging her reactions, and then finding a rhythm and circling my tongue over her clit. Her fingers threaded through my hair, panting and wiggling at my touch.

“Oh Jonah, more,” she panted, gripping my hair.

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