Page 35 of All the Right Things

The moment we hit the back door to his house, we are on each other once more, kissing each other as though we need it to breathe. He leads me into his bedroom and pulls away to look at me.

“Damn baby, you’re amazing.”

Every time he calls me baby, I swoon just a little.

His nimble fingers begin to undo the buttons of my shirt until it hangs open in the front. His hands slowly push the flannel material down off my shoulders, leaving me in only my tank top.

He reaches for the bottom of the hem, but I stop him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I can leave my shirt on if you want,” I whisper.

His forehead creases. “Why would I want that?”

My eyes now avoid his gaze. “I mean, you probably don’t want to see all my jiggly parts.”

“Jiggly parts?”

“Yeah. I’m not exactly thin. I have a lot of jiggly parts.”

A sexy smile widens across his lips. “And I want to see every single one of them.”

He resumes pulling the shirt over my head, exposing my breasts spilling out the top of my bra and my stomach poking out over the top of my jeans.

His eyes flick down to take me in, and my nerves are on edge that he won’t like what he sees. But when his eyes meet mine, I see that my worries are unfounded.

He sinks to his knees and reaches behind me to unhook my bra. I let it fall off my arms, and I feel on display. I’ve always liked my big boobs, and I can make them look pretty good with the right push-up bra. With no bra, though, they hang a bit lower than I would like, and they’ve lost some of the perkiness they used to have. But for whatever reason, I don’t want to shy away.

“Damn, woman,” he growls before taking one of my hard nipples into his mouth. His thumb runs across the other one while he sucks. When his tongue begins to swirl in a circle around the rosy bud, I feel the wetness pool between my thighs.

He gives each one ample attention as though he can’t get enough, and my need grows more intense.

“Jonas,” I moan. “I need you.”

My hands fist in his t-shirt as I struggle to pull it over his head. Once it’s off, I gawk at the man in front of me. His skin is sun-kissed from all the work he does outside, and he has abs for days. One…two…three. There are EIGHT of them. And I want to lick every single one. My eyes travel lower, and he’s got that sexy little V thing leading to the larger-than-life bulge in his jeans.

Does this man have a flaw? No? Just me? Okay.

He leads me over to the bed and gently lays me down. Without wasting any time, he undoes the button on my jeans and pulls them down my legs. Now, I’m left in nothing but my thong.

“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” He asks, looking at the black material barely covering my pussy.

I lift my ass so that he can slide it down my legs. His fingers trail between my folds.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

All I can do is nod as one of his fingers slides inside me. When his thumb begins massaging my clit, my hips practically buck off the bed. He teases me for a few moments while I writhe beneath him. I’m so close to release, I can feel the small spasms beginning in my core and moving to my thighs, but before I can go further, he pulls his hand away. It’s sexy as fuck watching him lick my juices from his fingers.

“So damn sweet,” he says. “But I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Every dirty thing that slips through his mouth makes me crave him even more. My pussy is throbbing with need for him to fill the void he just left.

He doesn’t make me wait too long. He grabs a condom out of his dresser drawer and rips the foil with his teeth. He slips out of his jeans as fast as possible, and when his cock springs free, holy shit, it’s impressive. Big and thick with a large vein running along the underside.

He rolls the condom on and crawls on the bed until he’s comfortably between my legs.

“You okay?” He asks. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t ready.”

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