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meet his. When she looked up, the nervousness had gone from her eyes and instead was replaced with an urgent desire for him; her breathing shallow and rapid.
He stood looking down at her, debating if he should be bold enough to taste the gloss which shone on her lips - peach, to match her shampoo? As he wondered, she took the decision of whether to kiss her or not out of his hands.
Snaking her hands up his chest, she locked her fingers around his neck and pressed up against him, her groin brushing his hardened cock as her sizable breasts crushed up against his chest. Damn, if they don't taste like peaches , he found himself thinking as she brushed her lips across his. So good .
He slipped a hand around her waist, pulled her in tighter to him and she sighed against his lips. Her sigh, was just the motivation he needed to deepen the kiss. He nipped at her lower lip and when her lips parted slightly, his tongue slipped between them in search of hers.
Another shot of hot desire rushed through him, as their tongues touched for the first time. A low growl came from the back of his throat and he pulled her groin tighter against his, cupping her rear in his hands and pulling her tight against his cock, which was swollen and throbbed against the restrictive denim.
Her fingers massaged and caressed his shoulders as she rubbed up against him and he found himself pressing her back against the cupboard, caging her smaller frame between the hard, cool marble and his hot, rigid body. Her hands fisted the soft wool of his sweater as she broke off the kiss. To his relief she didn't push him away, instead she let her head fall back and exposed the soft, ivory flesh of her neck to him.
"You smell and taste wonderful, Jessie," he murmured as he trailed kisses across her jaw and to her earlobe before working his way slowly down her neck, flicking the sensitive skin with his tongue and lightly nipping.
She didn't reply, but moaned softly as his tongue and mouth taunted and teased.
When he reached her collarbone, he desperately wanted to strip her breasts bare and take her nipples - which were now tight and pert under the thin fabric - into his mouth, but he didn't. She'd managed to relax with him and the last thing he wanted was for her to go back to being nervous.
His lips moved their way back to her lips and ghosted across them as he groaned. The peach-flavoured gloss was nearly gone now, kissed away and only a faint trace of it remained. Pulling his lips from hers he met her desire-glazed eyes and gave her a soft smile.
"You have no idea how many times over the past few months I've wanted to do that." He caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand, and traced her lower lip with his thumb as he spoke.
A devilish gleam shone in her eyes and she pulled his thumb into her mouth, her tongue circling it as she pulled it in.
Oh good lord! His cock and balls tightened almost painfully as he considered how good those lush lips would look around his dick. "Please, Jessie, stop." But dammit he didn't want her to stop, not for a second - not really.
Again, the thought that he might scare her off by moving too quickly came rushing to the forefront of his mind and so he withdrew his thumb from her mouth and kissed her tenderly. He barely knew this girl from the coffee shop, but he did know that she was special and that she was someone worth taking it slowly with, so he reluctantly forced himself to step away from her, before things got out of hand.
"I think the sauce is ready." He could hear his voice sounding hoarse and cringed, slightly embarrassed.
"Yes, the sauce."
Raking a hand through his hair, he tried to remember where the strainer was for the spaghetti, but the knowledge seemed to be lost on him. The only things he could think about at the moment was the throbbing pain in his dick and the sweet taste of her lips.
Chapter 3
"Leave those. I can take care of them later."
"It's no bother," Jessie protested, though she
He stood looking down at her, debating if he should be bold enough to taste the gloss which shone on her lips - peach, to match her shampoo? As he wondered, she took the decision of whether to kiss her or not out of his hands.
Snaking her hands up his chest, she locked her fingers around his neck and pressed up against him, her groin brushing his hardened cock as her sizable breasts crushed up against his chest. Damn, if they don't taste like peaches , he found himself thinking as she brushed her lips across his. So good .
He slipped a hand around her waist, pulled her in tighter to him and she sighed against his lips. Her sigh, was just the motivation he needed to deepen the kiss. He nipped at her lower lip and when her lips parted slightly, his tongue slipped between them in search of hers.
Another shot of hot desire rushed through him, as their tongues touched for the first time. A low growl came from the back of his throat and he pulled her groin tighter against his, cupping her rear in his hands and pulling her tight against his cock, which was swollen and throbbed against the restrictive denim.
Her fingers massaged and caressed his shoulders as she rubbed up against him and he found himself pressing her back against the cupboard, caging her smaller frame between the hard, cool marble and his hot, rigid body. Her hands fisted the soft wool of his sweater as she broke off the kiss. To his relief she didn't push him away, instead she let her head fall back and exposed the soft, ivory flesh of her neck to him.
"You smell and taste wonderful, Jessie," he murmured as he trailed kisses across her jaw and to her earlobe before working his way slowly down her neck, flicking the sensitive skin with his tongue and lightly nipping.
She didn't reply, but moaned softly as his tongue and mouth taunted and teased.
When he reached her collarbone, he desperately wanted to strip her breasts bare and take her nipples - which were now tight and pert under the thin fabric - into his mouth, but he didn't. She'd managed to relax with him and the last thing he wanted was for her to go back to being nervous.
His lips moved their way back to her lips and ghosted across them as he groaned. The peach-flavoured gloss was nearly gone now, kissed away and only a faint trace of it remained. Pulling his lips from hers he met her desire-glazed eyes and gave her a soft smile.
"You have no idea how many times over the past few months I've wanted to do that." He caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand, and traced her lower lip with his thumb as he spoke.
A devilish gleam shone in her eyes and she pulled his thumb into her mouth, her tongue circling it as she pulled it in.
Oh good lord! His cock and balls tightened almost painfully as he considered how good those lush lips would look around his dick. "Please, Jessie, stop." But dammit he didn't want her to stop, not for a second - not really.
Again, the thought that he might scare her off by moving too quickly came rushing to the forefront of his mind and so he withdrew his thumb from her mouth and kissed her tenderly. He barely knew this girl from the coffee shop, but he did know that she was special and that she was someone worth taking it slowly with, so he reluctantly forced himself to step away from her, before things got out of hand.
"I think the sauce is ready." He could hear his voice sounding hoarse and cringed, slightly embarrassed.
"Yes, the sauce."
Raking a hand through his hair, he tried to remember where the strainer was for the spaghetti, but the knowledge seemed to be lost on him. The only things he could think about at the moment was the throbbing pain in his dick and the sweet taste of her lips.
Chapter 3
"Leave those. I can take care of them later."
"It's no bother," Jessie protested, though she
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