my muscles clench at the mere notion of being able to milk every drop of come from his body. If I could choose any man to be my first in this new phase of my life, I would choose Dylan. I want to know what the pressure of his body leaning in for a kiss as he thrusts into me will feel like. I want to drag my fingernails down his back as he makes me scream.
His hands travel over the soft cotton, down to the hem of my shirt. I suck in a deep breath when the heat of his palms meets my cold legs. He picks me up, holding tight to my legs and moves me to his bed.
Am I really going to do this? Am I prepared to have sex with a man I’ve known less than eight hours?
He lays me on the bed with gentleness I didn’t think he was capable of. His handling of me is reverent, making me feel cherished. “I want you so much it hurts,” Dylan sighs as he brushes the hair away from my face. “But we both need to sleep now.”
Watching Dylan undress is nearly as exciting as opening the package you know contains the toy you have been coveting on Christmas morning. I get my first real glimpse of his chest as he reaches behind his head to pull off his t-shirt. As the white cotton lifts over his head, I imagine running my tongue through the deep valleys created by his well-defined abs. While his stomach is a clean, bare canvas, amazing tattoos in shades of black cover both sides and his arms. I want to explore the artwork and trace my fingers around the outlines. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on yet he has made it abundantly clear that no matter how much I want to throw my morals out the window, he won’t allow that to happen.
After stripping down to his str iped boxer briefs, Dylan crawls into bed next to me, cocooning my body with his. While I appreciate his apparent respect for my virtue, I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me. How many men would turn down the opportunity to have sex with a willing woman in their bed?
(Dylan)
I only sleep for a few hours when the feeling of Tasha’s thigh rubbing against my groin wake s me and I am ready to go. But I don’t want to fuck her. No, that’s a lie. I want to feel her body sheathing mine more than I care to admit but I could tell from the moment I saw her standing in line at the club that the very last thing she needs is a horny man taking advantage of her.
When I brought her back to my condo, I’m not sure which of us the gesture surprised more I don’t bring women home, ever. It’s something I just don’t do. Not something I don’t do often, something I don’t ever do. The unexpected angel lying next to me is turning my world upside down for reasons even I can’t figure out. It goes deeper than the intense sexual attraction I feel for her. Being protective is part of my nature, but never before have I felt such a visceral need to ensure the safety of a woman I barely know.
I trace circles across her back as I try to figure out what to do. Lying on her side with both hands resting between the pillow and her cheek, she looks even more innocent than she did when I first met her. What in the hell possessed her friends to think it was okay to bring her into such a den of debauchery? And furthermore, how did someone like Tasha come to be friends with a woman as messed up as Holly Richards? She says they have been friends since they were little kids, but I can’t reconcile their bond as adults given everything I know and even more that I have only heard about the woman who had the balls to warn me to make sure I didn’t hurt Tasha. Little does she know the lengths I would go to keep that promise, not to her, but to myself.
(Tasha)
My heart start s racing as I jolt out of the best sleep I have had in months. Sunlight floods the room and I feel like I have been sleeping on a cloud. This is not my bedroom. I peek under the covers to see that I am wearing a UW t-shirt, and my panties are still in place, so that’s a good sign.
Slowly, memorie
His hands travel over the soft cotton, down to the hem of my shirt. I suck in a deep breath when the heat of his palms meets my cold legs. He picks me up, holding tight to my legs and moves me to his bed.
Am I really going to do this? Am I prepared to have sex with a man I’ve known less than eight hours?
He lays me on the bed with gentleness I didn’t think he was capable of. His handling of me is reverent, making me feel cherished. “I want you so much it hurts,” Dylan sighs as he brushes the hair away from my face. “But we both need to sleep now.”
Watching Dylan undress is nearly as exciting as opening the package you know contains the toy you have been coveting on Christmas morning. I get my first real glimpse of his chest as he reaches behind his head to pull off his t-shirt. As the white cotton lifts over his head, I imagine running my tongue through the deep valleys created by his well-defined abs. While his stomach is a clean, bare canvas, amazing tattoos in shades of black cover both sides and his arms. I want to explore the artwork and trace my fingers around the outlines. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on yet he has made it abundantly clear that no matter how much I want to throw my morals out the window, he won’t allow that to happen.
After stripping down to his str iped boxer briefs, Dylan crawls into bed next to me, cocooning my body with his. While I appreciate his apparent respect for my virtue, I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me. How many men would turn down the opportunity to have sex with a willing woman in their bed?
(Dylan)
I only sleep for a few hours when the feeling of Tasha’s thigh rubbing against my groin wake s me and I am ready to go. But I don’t want to fuck her. No, that’s a lie. I want to feel her body sheathing mine more than I care to admit but I could tell from the moment I saw her standing in line at the club that the very last thing she needs is a horny man taking advantage of her.
When I brought her back to my condo, I’m not sure which of us the gesture surprised more I don’t bring women home, ever. It’s something I just don’t do. Not something I don’t do often, something I don’t ever do. The unexpected angel lying next to me is turning my world upside down for reasons even I can’t figure out. It goes deeper than the intense sexual attraction I feel for her. Being protective is part of my nature, but never before have I felt such a visceral need to ensure the safety of a woman I barely know.
I trace circles across her back as I try to figure out what to do. Lying on her side with both hands resting between the pillow and her cheek, she looks even more innocent than she did when I first met her. What in the hell possessed her friends to think it was okay to bring her into such a den of debauchery? And furthermore, how did someone like Tasha come to be friends with a woman as messed up as Holly Richards? She says they have been friends since they were little kids, but I can’t reconcile their bond as adults given everything I know and even more that I have only heard about the woman who had the balls to warn me to make sure I didn’t hurt Tasha. Little does she know the lengths I would go to keep that promise, not to her, but to myself.
(Tasha)
My heart start s racing as I jolt out of the best sleep I have had in months. Sunlight floods the room and I feel like I have been sleeping on a cloud. This is not my bedroom. I peek under the covers to see that I am wearing a UW t-shirt, and my panties are still in place, so that’s a good sign.
Slowly, memorie
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