Always by Masters Sarah

Author:Masters, Sarah [Masters, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Memories

That bench became our little haven. We kissed and touched there every night for a week and, much as I liked taking it slow, I ached to go to the next level. I didn’t want to say it outright, though, preferring to go at Christopher’s pace. He dictated how things went, and I was happy to let him. I’d yet to discover anything major about his past relationships. He’d kept quiet on that front, much the same as I had. The only indication he’d given that he’d been like me with the one-night-stand bullshit had been that first time we’d kissed. He’d seemed as sick of the fuck-and-run as I was—only I hadn’t realised I was until I’d met him.

Tonight was particularly dark in our little cocoon—no moon, see?—and his kisses were a bit more demanding. I took it that he wanted or needed more, and as he eased to one side, taking me with him so my chest pressed to his, I knew I’d been right. It was an awkward position, that. I shifted onto my knees to see if he’d shift onto his back, lift his legs, and he did, wedging them between mine. He laughed a bit, his breath warm on my cheek, and I rested on top of him, hard cock to hard cock.

It was all I could do not to maul him. A bolt of lust went through me, and I had the need to touch him all over, strip him bare despite the cold and writhe all over him. I wanted to feel him—soft skin, hair-coarsened skin, silky cock skin. His tongue, wet and demanding. His fingers, him using them to search out every part of me. His palms scoring a hot line up and down my back before he rested them on the cheeks of my arse. Shit, I needed and wanted all of him, body, mind and soul.

I kissed him, so soft and light, the tenderness at odds with the strength of the raw desire careening through me. Holding back the primal urge to go at it hard and fast, I twirled my finger in the curls covering his earlobe. I needed to feel it properly, without gloves, but I didn’t want to break our kiss to pull my glove off with my teeth. He raised his hips a little, and the pressure that created on my cock had me grinding against him. Rutting. The movement gave enough friction that my foreskin slid back and forth, and he gasped into my mouth, giving me the idea that he might be feeling the same as me. Hot. On fire. Wanting more.

He dragged his mouth from mine, lips on my cheek now, and murmured, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His words had my cock throbbing.

I nestled my head in the crook of his neck to take a breather, and kissed, licked, my cock growing harder and my need to come more desperate. He lifted his hips higher, tonguing my earlobe, and that just about did me in.

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