Free Wanting More by Jennifer Foor

wanting more.”
    I knew that he knew I was having trouble breathing. I hadn’t been touched in forever and his teasing me was forcing me to feel things I’d never experienced. We hadn’t even had sex and I already believed what he was saying was going to be true. He met my gaze in the mirror. “Tell me what you want.” He never took his eyes from mine when he asked it.
    I could barely speak without my voice cracking. “I want to touch you.”
    His dimples showed as he cupped my breasts in his hands and licked his lips. “What do you want to touch?”
    “You…everything! Please.”
    He turned me around and finally looked me straight in the eye as he removed his shirt. My eyes got wide when I took in his chiseled chest and tattooed skin. I ran my hands up and down it, over his nipples. He grabbed my hands and halted my movements.
    Conner grabbed one of my hands and pulled it up to his mouth. He kissed it intently before taking it and wrapping it around his waist. His skin was warm and like I had always imagined, it was smooth and smelled like musky heaven. His arms wrapped around my back, while his hands slowly slid down to both of my ass cheeks. He gripped them hard, pulling me into his lips again.
    His kisses became vigorous and when our tongues finally collided, a rush of heat ran through my body. Conner held onto my ass and continued kissing and sucking on my tongue. When we finally pulled away from each other, we were both breathing heavy.
    He pushed me back against the bed and made me sit down while he backed away from me. I watched him unbuckling his belt. He kept watching me, never taking his eyes off of me as he worked his jeans and let them fall to the floor. I wanted to look at him so bad; to see if he was hard for me, but those green eyes were looking right through me and I couldn't look away.
    Conner bent down and removed his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed over top of me. I backed myself up further on the bed to give his long legs extra room.
    He went slow, finding my lips once again. I loved how he moved his tongue with mine, finding a rhythm that made it seem like I'd kissed him a million times before.
    As he pulled away, he brushed the hair out of my face. "You're beautiful."
    He was the beautiful one. His perfect body was positioned over me, without putting all the weight against me. Conner kissed my cheek, then worked his way down to my chin. He drug his tongue up and down my neck before placing small kisses in between my breasts. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs even before he sat up and straddled me so that he could cup both of my breasts in his hands. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain how good it felt to be caressed that way.
    He looked down at what he was doing and licked his lips before sliding his fingers roughly over my nipples. They were already hard, but got even harder with the friction from his calloused fingers. His palms rubbed against them, until little cries escaped me again.
    His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipples, causing me to come up off the bed and thrust my hips into him. He groaned from my reaction to his touch and did it again. My hips lifted once more and this time I could feel his hard erection so close to my skin. I wanted to touch it, to finally feel all of him in my own hand.
    I slid my hands down his sides, allowing my nails to tickle him. He grabbed both of them and placed them on my breasts. At first I didn't understand until he stuck his hands over mine and guided me. When he released my hands, I continued to massage my own breasts. Conner watched for a few seconds before sliding down on the bed. I watched his tongue circling my belly button and once it was good and wet, he blew air all over it.
    I was breathing so hard, loving every second of this fantasy. Conner grabbed my knees and pushed them up on the bed. He buried himself between my legs and kissed my thighs. I leaned up and watched him licking each side of my inner thighs,