Brimming with boldness, I let my thumb graze his bottom lip, surprised by its masculine softness. He turned his face into a scowl, and pulled back.
“Don’t, Fawn,” he said, his voice a rough, husky whisper.
I ignored him and dragged my fingers lower, down his strong chin, the powerful column of his throat, a little trill flittering through me when he swallowed, and then lower over his collarbones, across his shoulders, over the tattoos that covered his biceps.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hands away, his eyes piercing mine. “You can’t take this back, Fawn. We do this, and you’re mine.”
Eleven
Vasile
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What I’d intended as a warning, she took as permission. A fact that became clear when she laid her free hand on my chest and tilted her head, slightly parting her full lips. I’d half hoped she would deny me, save me from my own desires because I was powerless against them. But now that she hadn’t, I tossed aside my reservations about what this would mean for her and for me, and gave in to the need that had been building since the very first moment I laid eyes on her.
I dropped her wrist and snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her to me, her lush, soft body warm and full against me, a perfect fit. Then, breath coming in increasingly harsh exhales, I moved toward her and captured her mouth with mine. Her lips were softer than I’d imagined, warmer, and that first touch had me anxious for her, so I deepened the kiss, moving my lips over hers with increasing speed.
And she responded, kissing me back with a fervor that surprised me along with a tight grip on my arm. I’d seen and tried to ignore the little flashes of desire in her eyes, had halfway convinced myself that it was gratitude, or maybe a ploy to stay on my good side.
The way she kissed me now gave lie to that. Her pounding heart, her sharp exhales, the way she eagerly brushed her lips against mine, none of it was born out of gratitude, and proof of her desire only heightened mine.
I coaxed her lips apart with the tip of my tongue and then delved into the warmth of her mouth, the first touch of her tongue against mine making both of us moan. As I kissed her, I touched her body, moved my hands up her strong back and then down again over the full rounds of her ass and her thick thighs. I lifted, and she linked her legs around my waist, her breasts crushed against my chest, her hot core centered over my erection.
I enjoyed the feel of her weight in my arms and then moved across the room and lay on the bed, Fawn under me. I broke the kiss then and looked down at Fawn. Her kiss-swollen lips and passion-filled brown eyes stole my breath, and when she snaked her fingers under my shirt, her touch against my bare skin took what was left of my control.
I grabbed at the breasts that had become an increasingly prominent part of my obsession with her, squeezed at the full flesh that filled my hands, her tight nipples hard points against my palms.
My grip tightened when she pulled my shirt up, her fingers hot against my skin and leaving little ripples of pleasure with her touch. Desperate for more, I broke away, pulled the shirt off, and tossed it aside. I watched her eyes, looking for a response when she first glimpsed the tattoos that marked much of my skin.
But I saw nothing but desire in her eyes, felt it reflected in her soft, passionate touches. And when she looked up at me with pleading eyes, I couldn’t do anything but respond.
I kissed her again, briefly, but then broke the kiss and pulled at her shirt, taking it and her bra in one motion. And then I stared down at her, smooth brown skin, succulent dark-tipped breasts calling out for my touch.
I answered, kissing my way over her collarbone and down her chest until I caught one of those hard buds in my mouth and teased the other between my fingers. She arched against me, and I smiled around her tit at her low moans, the way she groped at my shoulders only spurring me to tease that much harder.
Thumb tormenting one nipple, I used my tongue on the other, circling the bud and then sucking hard, repeating the motion until Fawn was a writhing mass beneath me. But she still had her wits about her, for as I sucked at her nipples, alternating between one and then the other, she somehow worked at my pants, got them open and down far enough to free my cock.
When she closed her fingers around me, I released her breast and cried out, her hot hand on my hardness making my dick jump. I exhaled, my breath against her wet nipple puckering the skin. I captured the bud again and then released, sucking at the underside of her breast, licking at the crease where her breast met her chest.
We continued that way, my shaft now wet with the precum that she’d spread with each stroke, but soon, the need for more pushed me on, and I broke away from her. Much as I had her shirt and bra, I quickly rid her of her pants and panties, exposing her long legs, the full thighs that had felt so good under my hands, to my eyes. They were a feast to my sight, as were her lovely hips, and the rise of her mound between them.