His T-shirt hit her at mid-thigh. He’d given her one of his favorites—an older blue one that almost matched her eyes. Soft from several washings, it flowed over her breasts and hips. Her wet hair lay against her chest, the ends teasing her nipples. They stood at attention, as if begging for his mouth.

She walked up to him, laid her hands on his chest, and offered her mouth for his kiss. Dolan took her gift, parting her lips with his tongue so he could taste her. A hint of mint flowed over his tongue. Groaning, he cradled her jaws with his hands and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She responded by parting her lips wider and touching the tip of his tongue with her own.

Dolan dropped two more kisses on her mouth before resting his forehead against hers. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

His hands roamed over her back, enjoying the warmth of her skin through the soft cotton. “You’re quite a kisser.”

“So are you.”

He could feel her breath puff across his lips. It made him want to kiss her again. It made him want to feel that breath all over his body.

Taking her quickly would be easy. He didn’t want that. He wanted to make love with Yvonne, not simply fuck her long enough to reach a climax.

Lifting her in his arms, he laid her on his bed and stretched out beside her, propping up on one elbow. “Are you sure about this? If you don’t want me, tell me now.”

Her gaze traveled over his face, his shoulders, his chest. When she looked back in his eyes, he had no doubt of her feelings.

“I want you, Dolan.”

She did want him, truly want him. Yvonne hadn’t felt desire this strong in… She didn’t think she’d ever felt desire this strong. The other men she’d been with had answered a natural, biological need. Well, they’d tried to answer it, even if her body hadn’t cooperated.

Dolan answered the need of her heart.

Reaching behind his head, she pulled the elastic band from his hair. She ran her fingers through it, pulling the damp waves forward to fall over his shoulders. She’d never paid much attention to the length of a man’s hair as long as it was clean and neat. Dolan’s was almost as long as hers…a thick, dark mane that made him look rugged and incredibly sexy.

“I hate getting haircuts,” he said with a hint of a grin.

Yvonne smiled. “Your hair is gorgeous.”

“I’ve never had any part of me described as ‘gorgeous.’”

“Then there are a lot of blind people in the world.”

Chuckling, he picked up a lock of hair from her breast and rubbed it between thumb and forefinger. “You’re the one with the gorgeous hair.” Releasing the lock, he lightly squeezed her breast. “Among other things.”

Yvonne closed her eyes and laid her hand on top of his. He moved his hand over her breast, kneading, caressing. A gentle tug on her nipple made her moan.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes again.

“Tell me what you want, what you need from me.”

Rolling to her side toward him, she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his sweats. “How about if I show you instead of telling you?”

She kissed him as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. The feel of his hard flesh pulsing against her palm made her moan again.

“God, you’re huge.”

He nipped her bottom lip. “Don’t think you can take me?”

She squeezed his shaft until he groaned. “Oh, I can take you, cowboy. Every delicious inch.”

Dolan rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him. “I told you I’m not a cowboy.”

“Okay. How about stud?”

He grinned devilishly. “That works.”

Despite being so turned on she could barely think straight, she could joke with him. How different…and refreshing. She sat up, cushioning his erection with her bare pussy. She rocked from side to side, rubbing her clit against his cock. The look of ecstasy on his face made her smile. “Feel good?”

“Oh, yeah.” He cradled her breasts through the soft cotton. “It’d feel better without the sweats between us.”

“I can take care of that.” Moving back on his legs, Yvonne grabbed the waistband of Dolan’s sweats and tugged them past his hips. Her mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock. “Oh, my.”

He chuckled. “You’re great for a guy’s ego, Yvonne.”

“This is great for a gal’s everything.”

She took him in both hands, caressing him with her palms, her fingers. She alternated between looking at the hard flesh in her hands and into his eyes. The turquoise depths seemed to glow with heat. She liked knowing she could make him feel desire so deeply, so fiercely.

His hands tunneled beneath her shirt to hold her bare breasts. Yvonne inhaled sharply and arched her back. “That’s nice.”

“Take off your shirt so I can see these luscious breasts.”

Yvonne did as he asked, tossing the T-shirt to the floor. Dolan squeezed her breasts as he lifted them. “You want to know what’s gorgeous? These are gorgeous.”

So many men had assumed since she was a model, her breasts were the result of a surgeon’s help. She wanted Dolan to know she’d never done that. “They’re real.”

“I knew that when I saw them in the hot tub room.” He looked into her eyes. “Why did you feel you had to tell me that?”

“Because a lot of men have assumed they’re fake since they’re big.”

“They’re beautiful,” he rasped. “You’re beautiful.”

Men had told her that her whole life. She’d always brushed off the compliment, assuming they only told her that because they wanted a job or wanted to fuck her. Dolan’s sincere compliment brought a lump to her throat. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“C’mere. I need to kiss you again.”

“Let me get these off you first.”

Yvonne tugged the sweats down Dolan’s legs and dropped them on her T-shirt. She stretched out on top of him, sighing softly at the feel of his nude body against hers. Burying her face in his neck, she breathed deeply of his unique scent…man and musk and rain.

“Hey, how about that kiss?”

She covered his lips with her own, kissing him slowly, gently, the way she loved to kiss a man. Dolan’s hands drifted up and down her back. He palmed her buttocks and squeezed them, pulling her tighter to his groin. Yvonne wouldn’t be able to wait much longer to have him inside her.

She prayed this time would be different, that she’d find fulfillment in Dolan’s arms.

Dolan loved kissing Yvonne, but there were other parts of her body he wanted to explore with his mouth. Rolling her to her back, he kissed her lips once more before dipping lower to gently bite her neck. She arched her back and he smiled to himself. She was so responsive, so sexy.

He was going to love every moment of making love to her.

A long lick of her nipple made her moan. She grabbed his hair when he pulled that nipple into his mouth and suckled. She writhed beneath him, as if trying to get even closer to him. Every time she moved, her pelvis brushed his cock.

It would be so easy to slip inside her and find the release his body craved.

That would be selfish. He had to make sure Yvonne was satisfied before he worried about his own climax.

“Dolan, please. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet,” he whispered after dropping a kiss on her navel. “I’m having fun exploring you.”

She grabbed his hair again, lifted his head away from her body, and glared at him. “You’re making me crazy!”

He grinned. “Good. I like that.”

“Arrggh!” Releasing his hair, she dropped her head to her pillow. “Any other man would be in a hurry to fuck.”

“I’m not like any other man.” He circled her navel with his tongue. “I like to savor a woman, enjoy all the things that make her different from a man.”

“Like?”

Dolan ran his hand lightly over her stomach. “Soft skin.” He touched her hip and thigh. “Smooth legs.” He traveled back up to her breasts. “Lush breasts.” His hand caressed her stomach again before gliding between her thighs. “A sweet, wet pussy.”

Parting her feminine lips with his thumbs, he inhaled deeply, taking her scent deep into his lungs. He closed his eyes and inhaled again. She smelled like a woman on fire for her man.

“Dolan,” she moaned.

“My God, you smell good.” He licked her from anus to clit. “You taste even better.”

She lifted her hips and spread her legs another inch. “More.”

“You want more of my tongue?”

“Yes!”

“Where? Here?” He swiped his tongue across her clit. “Here?” The tip darted inside her. “Here?” Pulling apart her buttocks, he licked her anus again.

Yvonne tightened her buttocks. “No, not there. My clit. Lick my clit.”

“Well, if the lady insists.”
 

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