Billy's Baby - Annie J. Rose Page 0,31
that kiss, if there had been any deflowering left to do. He had some serious technique with that tongue because I felt flutters in my stomach and at every pulse point. He was bending over practically in half, it seemed like, to kiss me because he was a foot taller than I was. Frustrated with the height difference, he scooped me up and set me on the dresser beside the TV. With our faces more level, he started nipping at my lips in a sensual way that made my nipples go so hard that I was sure he could see them through my sundress.
Billy rolled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and ran his big hands all over the bare skin there, his thumbs tracing my collarbones and making a quiver start low in my belly. I leaned back on my hands, tossed my hair out of the way to give him better access to my neck. I loved having my neck kissed, and I wanted to give him every opportunity to do so, every hint about what I liked. Because I knew deep down that this had the potential to be the greatest sex of my life.
My feet swung lazily as my legs dangled off the dresser where I sat. My knees parted and he stepped between them, one thigh, meaty and powerful, slipping between my knees. I managed the last of his buttons and pulled the shirt down his arms. He helped me shuck it off of him, and I got to see that same bare chest that had impressed me at the lemonade shack, and in the pond when we went hiking. There was just so much of his chest, rows of muscles stacked on top of each other like blocks, broad, flat pectorals, and above them, the flare of those strong shoulders, the corded tendons, the suggestion of power in every line of his body, and the warm, sunbaked tan of his skin. I put my mouth to his chest, just below his shoulder, tasting him with the flat of my tongue.
He tasted of soap and sunscreen, a faint coconut oil scent clinging to his skin. I could grow addicted to that, I thought, kissing him there, moving to suck at his neck. I felt the growl low in his throat when I did so, and it was a potent feeling, sharp and sweet. I could make this big bear of a man growl with just my mouth. It made me want to do even more. I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed his jawline and beneath his chin. Every place I kissed him, he seemed to like it. There was a spot under his jaw that seemed to unlock something in him, because the hands that had been holding my hips suddenly reached under me and cupped my ass, his big palms and fingers squeezing me.
Billy’s hands found their way to the zipper on the back of my dress, tugging at the tiny metal pull until I felt it catch and twist and Billy muttered, “shit.”
“What’s wrong?” I said.
“I broke your dress,” he said.
“Who cares,” I purred and lifted my arms. He gripped the fabric just under my arm right at the seam and tore it open. I gasped. He had ripped my dress right down the side, yellow fabric gaping open. It was so hot and caveman-like that it made my mouth go dry while I soaked my panties. I met his eyes and he smiled wolfishly at me. I managed to work my way out of the dress with his help and tossed it aside. I sat on the dresser in just my panties. I wriggled with pleasure when he put his hands on my bare breasts, his big hands cool and deft on my heated flesh. Billy massaged my throbbing breasts that already felt heavy with need. He fondled and stroked me, skating close to my nipples but not quite touching them. His teasing made me breathless and frustrated, thwarted desire rushing through me with every near-miss, every whisper of a touch along the dusky edge of my nipple.
Billy kissed my neck and down to the slope of my breast, his hot, wet mouth driving me wild. He stroked my breasts, still stopping short of the nipples and making me writhe with anticipation. With one hand he steadied me by the hip. I whimpered because that hand had been on my breast until he moved it. I had