Free Lingerie For Felons by Ros Baxter
Authors: Ros Baxter
eyes and I could see he meant it.
He went on. âI mean, donât get me wrongââ
He pressed his length into me and I could feel that he wasnât trying to tell me he just wanted to be friends.
I turned my face to him and looked into those eyes again. They were so dark and cautious, still half-closed with the effects of what weâd been doing. I reached across and traced a finger down his forehead. He closed his eyes and sighed. I leaned in close. I felt the pull of this man, like my skin and his skin were both laced with magnets, drawing us together. Over and over again. Despite all the false starts.
I kissed him then, with the full force of everything I had. His touch was soft and slow, at first. Like he was asking permission.
But not for long.
Soon he was twisting his hands in my hair and arching my head back as he burned kisses down my face and neck. He licked my clavicle, and then his mouth made its way south, my nipples aching for his tongue. When it got there, I gasped with shock.
As I did, he pulled back, looking down at me and pulling my hands above my head, my wrists held together in one of his huge hands. âGod, Rocket,â he said, his voice breaking. âYouâve got the most beautiful tits Iâve ever seen.â Everything inside me simultaneously clenched and turned to water. And I felt like it was true. I was desirable. To him, at least, in this moment. I was sexy, and I could be beautiful. I felt bold. I ran my hand down to feel the real, hard length of him pressing against my thighs.
But I heard his breath catch and he grabbed my hand away, pinning my arms to my sides. His tongue kept going, slowly but relentlessly south. When he got there, I realised the breast thing was nothing on this. His tongue shot fire right through the centre of me and my thighs clamped around his head.
I knew I wasnât going to be able to stand very much of this.
I made a gurgling noise and pulled him up to me, tasting myself as he kissed me roughly. I bucked my hips against him, and it was all the encouragement he needed. As I felt him slam into me, fire shot through my stomach and I tried hard to hang on as sensation swamped me. It was mere seconds before I exploded against the aching force of his thrusts.
Afterwards, as I lay panting in his arms, he put an arm around my waist and hauled me on top of him. Strange new muscles inside me protested the movement, but my skin lit up at the contact with the soft hair on his chest and the feel of his breath on my face. He pushed a floppy piece of hair out of my eyes. âWhy didnât you tell me, Rocket?â
I shrugged. âYou might not have wanted it.â
He laughed. A deep, growly sound that made my tummy flip and shudder deliciously. He narrowed his eyes at me and I caught a glimpse of the full, dark depths of his desire for me. I felt breath catch in my throat.
âNo chance, Lola,â he said, pressing a kiss onto my shoulder. âIâve wanted you since liquored. But I might haveâ¦â
âWhat?â The idea he would have done anything differently made me sad. I could not have imagined anything more perfect.
It was his turn to shrug. âI donât know. Maybe made sure you were sure?â
I studied those green eyes again, and ran a finger across his chest and over one flat, pink nipple. His eyes closed and a little hiss escaped his mouth.
âIâm sure.â As I said it, I knew it was true. I was hooked. Whatever the hell this crazy thing was, it was certainly bigger than my mortal powers to withstand it.
So I leaned back into him, giving myself up to it.
And when I crawled out of there the next morning, after homemade eggs benedict, I grudgingly admitted the truth to myself.
We were a couple.
The big trip â November, 1997
Within a month, Wayne started talking about taking me home.
The mere thought sent me into palpitations.
One: Iâm not good with parents. Normal
He went on. âI mean, donât get me wrongââ
He pressed his length into me and I could feel that he wasnât trying to tell me he just wanted to be friends.
I turned my face to him and looked into those eyes again. They were so dark and cautious, still half-closed with the effects of what weâd been doing. I reached across and traced a finger down his forehead. He closed his eyes and sighed. I leaned in close. I felt the pull of this man, like my skin and his skin were both laced with magnets, drawing us together. Over and over again. Despite all the false starts.
I kissed him then, with the full force of everything I had. His touch was soft and slow, at first. Like he was asking permission.
But not for long.
Soon he was twisting his hands in my hair and arching my head back as he burned kisses down my face and neck. He licked my clavicle, and then his mouth made its way south, my nipples aching for his tongue. When it got there, I gasped with shock.
As I did, he pulled back, looking down at me and pulling my hands above my head, my wrists held together in one of his huge hands. âGod, Rocket,â he said, his voice breaking. âYouâve got the most beautiful tits Iâve ever seen.â Everything inside me simultaneously clenched and turned to water. And I felt like it was true. I was desirable. To him, at least, in this moment. I was sexy, and I could be beautiful. I felt bold. I ran my hand down to feel the real, hard length of him pressing against my thighs.
But I heard his breath catch and he grabbed my hand away, pinning my arms to my sides. His tongue kept going, slowly but relentlessly south. When he got there, I realised the breast thing was nothing on this. His tongue shot fire right through the centre of me and my thighs clamped around his head.
I knew I wasnât going to be able to stand very much of this.
I made a gurgling noise and pulled him up to me, tasting myself as he kissed me roughly. I bucked my hips against him, and it was all the encouragement he needed. As I felt him slam into me, fire shot through my stomach and I tried hard to hang on as sensation swamped me. It was mere seconds before I exploded against the aching force of his thrusts.
Afterwards, as I lay panting in his arms, he put an arm around my waist and hauled me on top of him. Strange new muscles inside me protested the movement, but my skin lit up at the contact with the soft hair on his chest and the feel of his breath on my face. He pushed a floppy piece of hair out of my eyes. âWhy didnât you tell me, Rocket?â
I shrugged. âYou might not have wanted it.â
He laughed. A deep, growly sound that made my tummy flip and shudder deliciously. He narrowed his eyes at me and I caught a glimpse of the full, dark depths of his desire for me. I felt breath catch in my throat.
âNo chance, Lola,â he said, pressing a kiss onto my shoulder. âIâve wanted you since liquored. But I might haveâ¦â
âWhat?â The idea he would have done anything differently made me sad. I could not have imagined anything more perfect.
It was his turn to shrug. âI donât know. Maybe made sure you were sure?â
I studied those green eyes again, and ran a finger across his chest and over one flat, pink nipple. His eyes closed and a little hiss escaped his mouth.
âIâm sure.â As I said it, I knew it was true. I was hooked. Whatever the hell this crazy thing was, it was certainly bigger than my mortal powers to withstand it.
So I leaned back into him, giving myself up to it.
And when I crawled out of there the next morning, after homemade eggs benedict, I grudgingly admitted the truth to myself.
We were a couple.
The big trip â November, 1997
Within a month, Wayne started talking about taking me home.
The mere thought sent me into palpitations.
One: Iâm not good with parents. Normal