Page 46 of Embers in the Outfield

“You want me here?” He licks me over the fabric, and I’m so turned on that even with the thin layer of my panties in the way, it feels like enough to set me off.

He moves his body up mine, then brings his lips back to my nipples. “Or should I focus on this here?” he asks, trailing his fingers up my abdomen and grabbing my breasts.

His body comes up, caging me in and hovering over me, his face inches away from mine.

“Or should I really slow things down and just kiss you until you are writhing beneath me to fuck you?” His words push me a little further into this euphoric abyss.

“I want you everywhere,” I say because I do. I want a piece of him in all the places he’s touched.

“Mmm, I like that answer,” he says before he slams his lips against mine, stealing my next breath.

I move my hands under his shirt and up his back, feeling his ripped muscles beneath my touch. His hard body tightens under my palm, and I know he feels this connection between us beyond just the physical. He feels my touch the same way I react to his.

He takes the back of his shirt and moves it over his head. I make quick work of his belt and start to unbuckle his jeans. I use my feet to push the material further down his legs until he pulls away and stands facing me.

He pushes the pants all the way down and kicks them to the side. I look at him, his erection trying to force itself out of his boxers, while the V leading down to heaven is causing me to salivate.

I can’t stop staring; his erection, even behind that stretch of fabric, is still intimidating each time I see it. He’s fucking hung, and he knows how to use every inch of that beast.

“Hey, Skip, my eyes are up here,” he snaps, but I keep my focus where it was.

Without saying a word, I move myself off the bed and down onto my knees. The minute he registers what I’m about to do, he pulls me up and tosses me back on the bed.

“I have a better idea,” he says with a gleam of mischief crossing his face.

Before I know what’s coming, he jumps onto the bed, lying prone, and brings me on top of him. But this time, he turns me so that my face is in line with his dick, and my center is in his face.

Just the thought of being in such a promiscuous position with him is dirty and enticing all in one.

We’re both still wearing our underwear, but that doesn’t seem like a deterrent.

“Take my cock, Kennedy,” he demands, and something about that is beyond sexy.

I move his boxers down slightly and grasp his dick in my hand. Then I stick my tongue out and lick from base to tip. Without warning, I take him into my mouth and let his tip hit the back of my throat.

I gag, and my eyes instantly water. I begin to move, and I hear a moan slip out of his mouth.

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is perfect,” he says as he kneads my ass. He gives me a little tap, and then he’s ripping yet another pair of my underwear and brings his lips to my center.

I pop off him with a moan. Shit, that feels better knowing we’re in this dirty position right now.

I begin to move my hips uncontrollably, and somehow find it in me to continue pushing his dick in my mouth and start moving.

I feel my orgasm pushing to the forefront of my mind as I’m riding his face, feeling myself lose control while my body falls so deep down that orgasmic abyss, my body goes limp once I climax.

He moves from under me and then gets behind me. I feel him removing his boxers and then grabbing a condom and slipping it on.

Before I have time to recover from my first orgasm, he’s slamming into me, pushing me closer to another release.

“You grip my cock so well, baby. Fuck, feel how hard you make me. Your body is constantly on my mind, and fucking you is not ever enough of a release.” His words alone are getting me back to my breaking point.

I start to moan louder, moving my hand to touch myself.

“Right there, Kennedy. Yes, get yourself off and let me feel you strangle me,” he says, and I swear it takes one soft touch to my center to feel myself completely let go again.

I start to feel him move faster while I let go, his thrusts getting stronger, and his movements reach that punishing pace.

Soon, he’s yelling my name, and I feel the moment his body lets go.

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