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Warmth flowed through her as she remembered how
she'd imagined his hands on her body. She wondered if those mental images
somehow showed on her face when heat flared in Brent's eyes.
"What did you think when you looked at my hands?" he
asked, his voice low and husky.
"It doesn't matter."
Robin picked up her plate and carried it to the
counter. She wouldn't be able to swallow another bite now, not with the
knot in her throat.
She sensed Brent behind her before he touched her.
He slid his hands up and down her arms. "I think it matters very much."
He pushed aside her hair and kissed the side of her
neck. "Did you wonder how those calluses would feel when I touched you?"
Robin locked her knees to keep them from trembling.
His warm breath tickled the hair at her temple. "Please don't."
"Why not? You want me as much as I want you."
"I'm not perfect, Brent."
Turning her in his arms, he tilted up her face and
gentle kissed her. "Neither am I."
His next kiss was just as gentle, but much more
powerful. Brent's mouth moved over hers, his tongue coaxed her lips to
part. Robin clutched his waist, then slid her hands up his back. She
returned each of his kisses as she learned the shape of his body...the
wide shoulders, the broad back, the indentation of his waist, his tight
buttocks.
She threw her head back when his mouth coasted over
her cheek to the spot beneath her ear that gave her goose bumps. Closing
her eyes, she let herself simply feel the pleasure coursing through
her body. It had been so long since a man had held her, touched her.
Brent's hands drifted over her lower back beneath
her sweater. They slid across her stomach and up to her breasts. Robin
arched her back, silently telling him she wanted more. She felt her bra
strap tighten, then loosen. A moment later, Brent's warm palms cradled her
bare breasts.
"My God, these are incredible," he whispered in her
ear.
Robin could do no more than whimper. Brent lifted
her breasts, squeezed them, pushed them together. Each tug of her nipples
sent a zing directly to her clit. Moisture leaked from her channel to
dampen her panties.
She released a squeak of surprise when Brent picked
her up and set her on the counter. He whipped her sweater over her head
and dropped it on the floor. Her bra went next. Naked from the waist up,
she sat still while he looked at her.
"Beautiful." Cradled her breasts in his hands, he
bent over and kissed each puckered tip. "I could spend hours sucking your
nipples."
Robin could spend hours letting him do that. Her
nipples were very sensitive and she loved for a man to play with them. She
moaned loudly when Brent drew one into his mouth to suckle.
He rubbed his thumbs over the hard tips. "You like
all this attention to your nipples, don't you?"
"Don't talk. Suck."
She grasped his head and directed his mouth back to
her breast. He obeyed her command, moving from one nipple to the other
while he licked, sucked, bit. Holding one breast while he suckled, he
wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer to the edge
of the counter. He stepped between her legs, using his thighs to push them
farther apart. Robin moaned again she she felt the hard ridge of his cock
against her pussy. He shifted from side to side, brushing her clit with
each movement.
"Come for me." He kissed her long and deeply "I want
to feel you come."
She moved with him, pumping her mound against his
shaft. The orgasm built so quickly, Robin couldn't hold it back. It broke
over her like a wave on the beach, making her tremble. She buried her face
in Brent's neck and gripped his waist to keep from dissolving into a
puddle on the floor.
Soft kisses fell on her neck and shoulder. "Good
one?" Brent asked.
"Definitely." She lifted her head and kissed his
mouth. "I'm sorry."
Brent's eyebrows drew together. "Why are you sorry?"
"That was selfish of me. You're still wearing all
you clothes."
His frown relaxed and he chuckled. "No complaints
from me. I'm happy you came." He kissed her again. "Besides, we aren't
even close to finished."
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