coming toward me, my own heart like a drum in my chest and the familiar slickness forming between my legs at the thought of him kissing me again.
“I hope you’re still holding that thought,” he says in a deep voice, striding over to me. My eyes tell him that I am and a small whimper escapes my lips.
I’m holding more than the thought of him kissing me, and in seconds I’m holding onto him as he wraps me in his arms, my own arms thrust around his neck as his mouth presses hard over mine making us both moan deeply with satisfaction and relief.
I’m no kisser, or so I thought, but the touch of his mouth on mine is the key to unlocking all my pent up desire for him along with a lifetime of repressed passions.
We don’t need to use words anymore, our bodies are finally communicating the best way they know how. My hands quickly move from his neck to explore the rest of his rock hard body as he begins to grip mine in places that make me shudder as I struggle to stay upright in his arms.
Using his foot while he holds me, Eric tilts the new mattress from against the wall to lay flat on the floor and we both collapse on it. I’m half-laughing, half-breathless from his kiss but all I want is to feel his body against mine. My hands start to claw at his clothes and his have my skirt riding up in seconds as we both silently agree that this is what we both want.
What he’s wanted since laying eyes on me, and me wanting him since I saw his picture in the news years ago.
Chapter Eight
Eric
It’s a bold move, but I’m not known for skirting around the edges or holding back on anything.
One look and I know she wants me. I also know I have to stake my claim. A girl like this, walking around in the world solo? It’s only a matter of time before she’s snapped up and this man knows what’s his when he sees it.
“You’re mine, Alyson. I want you to be mine, say it,” I demand as we tumble onto the bed, my hands all over her, unable to get enough.
“Oh, I’m yours,” she says, her eyes going wide as her hands find the thick bulge in my pants, making us both gasp and drawing a low growl of satisfaction from me.
She hesitates, out of reflex as I unbutton her top but my hands tracing her thick nipples through her bra relax her, her head falling back as she shudders again under my touch.
“I want you Eric… I do… but…” I don’t let her finish. My mouth over hers telling her the only ‘but’ I want is hers, in both my hands with her pussy buried in my face.
“Mine,” I growl, letting my hand ride up between her legs, grinding my jaw as I feel her wet heat for the first time through her panties, making her whisper my name hoarsely, nodding her head and licking her lips.
“Yours,” she whimpers, pleading as she opens her legs wide for me and I find the zipper to her skirt, freeing her from it in seconds, looking with excited satisfaction at the perfection of her thick, smooth body.
Both her hands on the back of my head, pulling me down tell me what she wants, but I’m already halfway there, ready to give her what she so desperately needs.
Her own breathing is so hard, so fast I think there might be something wrong until I pull her sodden panties to one side, pressing my whole mouth over her swollen mound in one movement, making her moan loudly and then breathe deeper as she bucks her hips forward.
I lift her up by her ass cheeks, kneading them with both my hands as I devour her sweet essence, which is pouring from her, making me growl hungrily, eager for more.
Tearing the thin fabric of her panties free gives me full access to her and I feel her hands gripping my hair tighter as her breathing becomes more focused, working in tune with the movement of my tongue over her stiff little clit, which I also hold delicately between my teeth for a time, making her call my name and grunt like an animal.
My own hardness starts to twitch and I can feel precome trickling freely from my engorged head, pressing hard against my own pants, which I work to free in