"I want you to touch me."

His cock gave a happy twitch. Before he did anything, he had to know exactly what she wanted. "Where?"

"Wherever you want to."

His first impulse was to cradle a breast and slide a hand between her thighs. He suspected that would frighten Kelcey until she'd gotten used to his touch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and simply held her close to him.

The gentle nip on his earlobe prompted him to slowly move his hands over her back. Her grip on his cock tightened when he slipped his hands beneath her T-shirt. Still moving slowly, he glided his hands across her back, up and down her spine. Venturing lower, he discovered nothing covering her ass.

Sweat broke out on his forehead when he realized only his pants separated her pussy from his cock. He could push them down, lift her over his dick and sink into her creamy heat in a matter of seconds.

His hormones liked that idea a lot.

Her thumb brushed over the head of his shaft. Her curiosity would make him lose it long before he wanted this to be over. Dax gritted his teeth to get his hormones back under control. He couldn't come until he made sure he satisfied Kelcey.

Looking into Kelcey's eyes, Dax ran his hands up and down her sides beneath her shirt. After the third pass, he covered her breasts with his palms. She gasped softly.

"Is this okay?" he asked, gently squeezing her breasts.

Kelcey nodded.

Neither too big nor too small, her breasts fit perfectly in his palms. He caressed the hard nipples with his thumbs, loving the little sounds of pleasure that came from her throat. She released his cock--much to his disappointment--and gripped his shoulders.

"That feels so good, Dax."

"I can make you feel better. Will you let me?"

She nodded. Dax continued the sweet torment on her breasts with one hand while he slid his other hand between her thighs. It surprised him to find hair covered her mound. Dax couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a woman who didn't wax or shave or at least trim her pussy. He liked the feel of the soft curls beneath his fingers.

Continuing his exploration, Dax touched her labia with his fingertips. She gasped again, louder this time, then moaned when he stroked her clit. He swallowed hard when he discovered the cream covering her intimate flesh. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her. Unable to resist, he gathered her cream on his fingers, brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.

"You're delicious," he said, his voice gruff.

Kelcey whimpered.

She kissed him, lips parted, tongue dueling with his. Dax touched her pussy again, his fingers gliding easily over her wet folds. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while continuing to caress her breasts beneath her shirt. He wanted the shirt gone, but had to leave it up to her whether or not she removed it.

Kelcey rocked her hips in time with his strokes. Her pants grew deeper, faster. "Dax, I need..." She stopped.

"What do you need? Tell me and I'll do it."

She jerked off her T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. "I'm so hot."

That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one. Her long, lean torso flared into shapely hips. Her breasts were round with pale pink areolas the size of half dollars surrounding her nipples. The blonde hair covering her mound matched the hair on her head.

Exquisite didn't begin to do her justice.

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