Page 23 of The World She Never Knew Existed

Dillon gently nibbled on her bottom lip before swiping it with his tongue. He kissed her cheek, and then her neck, sending bolts of electricity coursing through her body. Dillon nipped her neck with his teeth and then pressed his lips against the spot.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him, as his lips once more pressed against hers. He consumed her as though he was starving for her.

Clara gingerly kissed him back at first. Then, as the smoldering embers grew hotter, she dove into the sweetness of the touch, matching his passion and urgency.

“You are incredibly beautiful,” he said, as he pulled away from the kiss.

He reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. His fingertips traced the outline of her face, her cheeks, and her forehead. His forefinger traced her lips, red and swollen from the kiss.

Clara stared into his hazel eyes, losing herself in the intensity of emotion that she saw in them.

It had been so long since she had been kissed by any man. Somehow, Dillon’s kisses were different from any that she had ever experienced.

She reached up and touched his cheek with the flat of her hand. She could feel the rough shadow of hair. Her hand slid down to his arm. She squeezed, feeling the hard muscle through his white, collarless shirt.

Clara pulled his head back down to hers for another passionate kiss. The kiss was demanding. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, and she was sure that she was going to melt in his arms.

Dillon smiled at her and rested his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes.

“Stop me if you aren’t ready for this,” he said, as his fingers found their way to the top button of her blouse.

He paused for just a second to give her time to tell him to stop. Clara didn’t say anything. She craved his touch. Dillon slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off of her shoulders. She trembled slightly, although she didn’t know whether it was from the cool night air or if it was from her desperate need for Dillon. He noticed the shiver.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, standing and offering her his hand.

She grabbed her blouse and let him lead her into his bedroom. Something in the back of her mind asked whether it was too soon. After all, she had just met the man. However, she quickly quelled that thought. There was something about Dillon that made it seem so right.

Clara dropped her shirt into a chair as Dillon spun her around to face him. He put his hands on either side of her face, kissing her with an intensity that took her breath away. Every thought in her mind disappeared as an aching need filled her.

Hardly believing her daring, she unbuttoned his shirt. He shrugged out of it, baring his hard chest muscles that was covered with a smattering of hair. Clara spread her hands out across his chest, loving how his hard muscles felt beneath her fingertips.

She explored his chest with her fingers. Clara kissed the little hollow in his throat and then placed tiny kisses on his chest.

Dillon moaned as her lips grazed his skin. He pulled her close to him, reached around, and unfastened her bra, throwing it onto the chair. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Tingling bolts of electricity exploded throughout her body at the touch.

His fingers moved down to the zipper at the back of her skirt. He slowly unzipped it, and then pushed the skirt down until it fell into a pool around her feet.

He stepped back to look at her standing there in her lacy black panties and knee high boots.

“Oh, my heavens, woman. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my entire life,” he said.

Clara smiled as she gazed at the incredible half naked man standing in front of her. His thick arms and hard chest were proof that this man had amazing strength, and yet had touched her so gently. His six pack disappeared into his perfectly fitting jeans. A moist heat developed between her legs making her panties wet.

Dillon smiled at her as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his feet. Stepping out of them, he kicked them to the corner of the room. His huge, thick manhood that stood proudly from his midsection told Clara that his need was as powerful as her own.

He stepped toward her and kissed her neck and then between her breasts. Dillon lightly squeezed them.

Smiling into her eyes, he said, “They are absolutely perfect.”

He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, licking it and flicking it with his tongue while he brushed her other nipple with is thumb.

Clara’s knees buckled and she moaned.

Dillon guided her backward so that her knees hit the bed and she sat down on it. He laid her back, and she sank into the cloudlike softness of the mattress.

He continued to lick and suck on her nipple, while tantalizing the other one. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it slightly. The sensations that it produced was almost enough to cause her to have an orgasm.

Dillon lifted his head and began to suck and lick her other nipple. She raised up her chest, offering herself to him.

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