slowly but firmly down her back. When he reached her
waist, his fingers slipped under her panties and continued
down to cup a cheek. Soon he was caressing her backside
with vigorous devotion, their kiss still unbroken.
Yes, keep going. Rebecca moaned into his mouth as he
continued to explore. She couldn't remember being so
worked up from kissing, and she clamped her legs together
with a shiver.
O.E. broke the kiss and pulled back with the smile of a
little boy who had just performed his first magic trick. For
his next act, his hands came around to her front and
disappeared under her knit top.
He roamed up and down the sides of her body, teasing
her breasts with glancing swipes and swirling around them.
There was no bra to stop his advance, so after some teasing,
he palmed her breasts, sliding his hands over excited
nipples.
Rebecca experienced a moment of embarrassment
about her breasts, surely insufficient for a man this
exquisite. But O.E. seemed more than happy to play with
her. The intensity of his caresses soon washed away her
insecurity, and excitement coursed through her. She arched
her back to push herself into his hands.
He rolled nipples between his fingers, the pressure
ranging from gentle to hard, from pinching to tickling. He
played with her breasts in every imaginable way. They
ached for his enchanted touch. She cried out for his body.
Rebecca grabbed his shirt, unbuttoned it quickly and
pulled it away, running her hands along his chest. This guy
was amazing-solid muscle with a nice trail of hair down
the middle. She scraped her fingernails across his chest. His
tan, ripped torso heaved under her touch.
I want a bite. A big, juicy chunk of the most well
seasoned piece of meat she had ever seen. She could live on
this.
O.E. grabbed her and raised her to a sitting position on
the sofa. He lifted her top up and over her head and tossed
it away, leaving her naked from the waist up. He quickly
shed his own shirt and clasped her tightly, their bodies
supernaturally hot. Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell
back to the sofa and kissed again, this time harder,
plundering new depths in each other's mouths.
Rebecca warmed from the heat of his chest, the heat of
his mouth, and the heat down below in her preheated oven.
One of his hands explored her legs, up and down. After
a few passes, he slid her skirt up the remaining few inches
as he ascended her thigh, lightly brushing her panties. He
followed the insides of her legs back down, making her