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She held the discarded dress against her, unable to simply stand there with his eyes on her body.
'No,' he said throatily. 'Don't hide from me.'
Obeying him, she felt self-conscious as she waited, watching him strip slowly. He sure knew the value of anticipation, she realized as he took forever to undo his jeans before letting them slide down his legs. Her attention centered on his groin as he flicked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, easing them carefully over his erection. Bethany swallowed dryly, unable to help but stare. His wasn't the first hard-on she'd ever seen. It wasn't even the biggest. But damn he looked good and she wanted him inside her. She felt the wetness dampen her crotch as her muscles convulsed in anticipation.
'I've been trying to imagine what you had on under that dress all night,' he said, moving to stand in front of her. Snaking out a hand, he clasped the back of her neck and forced her to close the gap between them. The soft skin of his erection touched her first, sliding up her abdomen and resting there as he pressed his body into hers. A bunched fist in her hair dragged her head back and he looked down at her briefly before trailing his tongue across the slash of her lips. She palmed the skin on his back, letting her fingers trail slowly down to his firm butt. His warmth filled her hands as she pulled him harder against her groin. Taking her lead he slipped the straps of her underwear from her shoulders. Filling his hands with her breasts, his thumbs brushed across her nipples repeatedly and he paused to watch her reaction briefly before dropping his head. His lips started a slow, tortuous journey down from her neck, overher collarbone and onto her breast. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Cursing him silently as he removed his lips to focus again on her camisole, she waited as he stroked it down her body, kissing every inch of skin he exposed until coming to rest at the apex of her thighs.
Staying on his knees, he kissed her abdomen, using his weight to push her back to lie on the bed. Bethany began to sit, but he stopped her by hooking her legs over his shoulders, forcing her to lay back. Strong fingers parted her thighs as his head lowered. He didn't touch her instantly, but she began to writhe as his soft hair trailed along her skin. Just his breath against her nub caused a little tremor and she pulled back instinctively. He held her still as he flicked his tongue over her the first time--as if he knew she would buck against him as the sensation shot through her. Gentle at first, his strokes became bolder until finally he sucked her fully into his mouth, moving his head randomly as he groaned against her.
She was shocked by her reaction. Throwing her head back, she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds coming from her. Barely able to breathe, she gasped and jerked as his tongue stroked her over and over again. His attention moved suddenly to her inner thigh, nibbling and sucking the skin between his teeth.
She sagged against the bed as the overwhelming heat building in her subsided briefly, allowing her time to register the pain she was inflicting on herself by digging her nails into her palms. His mouth returned to her clit, sending sensations slamming through her again. Clutching desperately at the bedcovers beneath her palms, Bethany started to shake--amazement that she was about to climax replaced by a desperate need to. Her torture increased as he circled her pussy with the tip of his finger, causing her to writhe against him, moaning. Her thighs trembled against his cheek as he kept her on the brink. What was he waiting for? She began to groan and rub against him, praying that he knew what she needed. The teasing finger plunged into her immediately--his mouth and tongue still moving against her as he began to take her with his hand.
'Oh my God ... Ruben!' she exclaimed, lifting her hips from the bed and grinding against him as the first spasm hit. He rode it out with her, not letting her go until she collapsed, chest heaving as she struggled for air. Finally opening her eyes to find him leaning over her, slightly breathless himself, she clasped his face in her hands.
'You liked that?' he smiled, fishing for compliments. Reaching up, she brought him down to her for a scorching kiss.
'What do you think?'
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