Free Fighting Strong by Marysol James Page B

to her, like a hot bath.
    Katie ran her fingers over his chest, loving the hard muscle there. She had seen Adam’s chest, of course, when she had photographed him, and she knew every inch of it. Touching it, though, was a whole different experience. She reached for his t-shirt and lifted it up his body. He shifted on his back, helping her. She pulled it over his head and propped herself up on her elbow, just looking at his naked upper body.
    Adam closed his eyes as her slim hand ran over his shoulders, his collarbone, his pecs, down his stomach. Her fingers traced his forearms and biceps, skimming over his tattoos.
    “I like your tattoos,” she said. “How many do you have?”
    He opened his eyes. “Twenty-two.” His voice was hoarse.
    She lowered her head and kissed his chest, running her tongue over his skin. She followed the lines of the tattoos, tracing the curves and shapes. His cock hardened and he clenched his hands, fighting to not flip her over and grind her in to the bed. Her mouth and fingers fluttered like butterfly wings and Adam thought he’d never felt anything so perfect in his whole life.
    Suddenly, Katie sat up, pulling away from him.
    “You OK?’ he asked. “You want to stop?”
    She gazed down at him, saw the worry in his eyes. “I’m fine, Adam.” She crossed her arms in front of her body and lifted the t-shirt up and over her head.
    Adam’s eyes darkened with lust as her perfect breasts appeared. He imagined tasting them and he licked his lips. He sat up too and she moved on to his lap; she sat on his thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips.
    “Is your leg OK like this?” he said.
    She nodded. “Yes.”
    Her naked breasts pressed against him and he groaned and ran his hands up and down her back, pulling her to him. She gasped at that first touch of his mouth on her skin. She arched a bit, her hands in his hair, lifting her breasts. Adam kissed her nipples, licking the hard peaks before gently sucking on them. He moved back and forth slowly, teasing and tonguing her, hearing her breath speed up as his rough, unshaven cheeks tantalized her softness.
    Katie clutched him closer as the sensations tumbled through her body. Her stomach tightened and her pussy opened as her desire surged. She felt his arousal under her and pressed against it. He felt her heat even through their underwear and he growled deep in his throat.
    “Careful, baby,” he said.
    “Why?” she asked.
    “Because I don’t want to go too fast.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t want to scare you.”
    She nodded. “I’m not – not ready for much more. I don’t want to take anything else off.” She hesitated. “Is that OK with you?”
    He saw her uncertainty and he gave her a lingering kiss. “Yeah. We can stop here.”
    “You sure? You don’t think I’m – I’m teasing you?”
    “No.”
    She felt a wave of relief. “OK.”
    “I can make you feel good without taking off any more clothing, Katie.” His eyes were hot.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then move on me… just move so that it feels good.”
    She stared down at him. “With – with my underwear?”
    “Yeah.” He pushed against her slightly, lifting her body off the bed, and she gasped as her pussy opened wider. The tip of his cock touched her lower lips, pressed against her clit. She stiffened as a small shock of pleasure shook her.
    “Oh,” she said. “Oh, God.”
    “Is that OK?” he asked.
    “Oh… yes.”
    He pulled her face down to his, kissing her deeply. Without any conscious thought, her hips began to roll and undulate, her hands clutching his shoulders. She rocked back and forth, stroking the length of her hot center on him, over and over. Her bud hardened and swelled, and she rubbed it against his cock, experimenting until she found the angle and place that felt the best.
    Adam could feel her wetness even through his boxers and he loved knowing that he was doing this to her. As her body