we kissed passionately, deeply.
He grabbed my hips, his strong hands taking hold of me as I sighed. No one had kissed me like that before, held me like that before, made me feel that way.
Who the hell was this guy?
My fingers danced over the buttons of his gray dress shirt, undoing them one-by-one. And the body underneath? Holy freaking moly. Dr. Duncan clearly practiced what he preached when it came to health, and he had the physique to prove it. His muscles were toned and sculpted, his shoulders round and solid, his chest two cut pecs, and his stomach shredded – not a drop of fat anywhere to be found on that six-pack.
I placed my fingers on his chest, moving my touch over his body. And as I took in the mouthwatering sight of him, he reached around and unzipped my dress. Once he reached my waist he went up to my shoulders, slowly peeling it down.
He shook his head as he exposed more and more of me, his eyes dropping to my breasts then moving down. I hadn’t expected to have sex that night, but I was still glad I erred on the side of caution and wore my one sexy set of bra and thong.
“Holy hell,” he said as I shimmied the dress down my legs. “You’re something else.”
I was turned on, soaking wet, ready for him to do with me whatever he wanted. And he didn’t waste any time. Duncan cut the distance between us, putting his hand between my legs and rubbing my clit through my panties. The sensation was so incredible that my knees felt like they might buckle beneath me.
“Oh…oh my God.” The words poured out of my mouth in a slow moan. Each stroke of his fingers over my clit brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
As if sensing I was weak in the knees, Duncan reached around me, scooping me off my feet and carrying me to the kitchen table. Once there, he peeled my panties down my legs and spread me open. I was wet and so ready for him.
“Does it feel good when I touch you like that?”
“So fucking good.”
He grabbed my inner thigh with one hand and slipped a pair of fingers into me. My eyes squeezed shut as he pushed in deep. I moaned, pressing my hips against his hand as he fingered me. He moved in and out, his thumb on my clit making slow circles in perfect tandem to his penetration. The sight of him in front of me, no shirt but still in his fitted dark slacks, an expression of tight concentration on his face as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
It was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard, grabbing his arms and holding on for dear life as the climax flowed through my body. When it faded, I caught my breath, leaning forward and resting my head on his broad shoulder.
“That was fast,” he said with a grin.
“You’re too good,” I murmured.
“Well, I’m not even close to being done with you.”
He withdrew his fingers and reached around my back, undoing the clasp of my bra and sliding the straps over my shoulders. My breasts tumbled out, big and round. As I sat there, totally naked, Duncan stepped back and stared at me, lust in his eyes.
“Goddamn, you’re about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
How could a girl not blush at words like that? But he didn’t give me time to react. Duncan scooped me off the table, picking me up like I was nothing. He carried me to the bed and set me down, my legs hanging over the edge. He positioned himself on top of me, leaning in and kissing my lips, then my neck, then my collarbone. I broke out in goosebumps when he reached my breasts, taking them into his hands and licking my nipples. Then he moved over my stomach and down to my hips, and I knew just what he had in mind.
“I’m can’t wait to be inside you,” he said with a grin. “But I need to taste you first.”
“I won’t argue with that,” I moaned in anticipation.
Duncan moved his head between my legs, kissing my inner thighs, more tingles running through my body as his lips moved closer and closer to mine. And when he put his mouth on my pussy, it was all over.
I let out a shriek as he kissed my clit, my head swimming