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She moaned as he spread his fingers across the soft flesh of her belly. Shivering under his touch, her back bowed and her hips jutted out.
It was an invitation, one he was damn sure he had no choice but to RSVP to. He ran his fingertips along her skin, tracing her belly button, her hips, the edge of the waistband of her shorts. He dipped his head to her neck and licked a path up her neck, her skin so hot. “I want you so much. More than I should. More than I’m supposed to. But I just don’t care because right now I want to hear the sweet, sexy sounds you make when I touch you,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“I can’t stop, either. So don’t you dare,” she said. She grappled at his shirt, her hands frantic as she pulled and tugged at his clothes, as if she couldn’t get him near enough. He felt her fingers grasping at his shorts, jerking him even closer.
He groaned as he pressed against her, his cock hard and heavy, and he wished he had a condom with him, so he could strip off her clothes, pull down his shorts, and thrust into her. He slid his hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her desire through her shorts. She gasped the second he made contact; she was so ready to have him inside her.
She moaned again, and it started as a long, low sigh that became his name. “Becker.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside you?”
She nodded against him. “As much as I want you there,” she answered quickly, her voice ragged.
“I want to bury myself inside you right now. I want to feel you gripping me,” he whispered huskily against her neck.
“And then?” she asked, rocking against his hand, greedily seeking out his fingers even through the layers between them.
“You’ll give yourself to me, spread your legs wide open, take me all the way in.”
“I will,” she said, as she shuddered in his arms. He wrapped a hand around her waist, keeping her steady.
“Then I’ll kiss you while I fuck you,” he whispered into her ear.
She gasped, and wriggled her body closer to his. “I want that. All of it. I want fucking and kissing,” she said, her breathing turning more erratic.
“I’ll fuck you like I kiss you, and kiss you like I fuck you. With nothing held back,” he said, his tongue darting against the salty skin of her neck as she trembled against him.
“Do that to me now,” she said, her breathing turning erratic, her sounds reminding him how close they were flirting with danger.
Like the moment before a back draft.
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