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as she pretended to consider it. "I don't know. I've never gone that far with a boy," she whispered. "Are you sure you won't think I'm a slut?"
    He slid his hand up her rib cage, cupping one heavy globe, his thumb barely teasing her through the fabric of her T-shirt. He tasted her soft gasp in his mouth as he raked his thumb again, harder this time. “I promise I won't think you're a slut." He kissed her again. "And it’ll feel so good, I promise."
    Kelly leaned back and lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt up and over her head. Her dark curls drifted around her shoulders as she leaned back against the dashboard, clad only in a white lace bra.
    "God, I wish I could see you better," he whispered as he traced her plump breasts spilling over the lacy cups. Beneath his fingers her skin was smooth and perfect as silk.
    One hand slipped inside a cup to fondle her breast, testing the heavy weight. There was nothing he loved more than the feel of a woman’s breast in his hand. The weight, the bounce, the softness. And hers were amazing, full, soft, her nipple like a hard little bullet pressing into his palm.
    Her hands were hot against his back as she held him against her, leaning in to kiss him as he fondled and played with her glorious tits.
    Sliding her hands up between them, Kelly reached and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts sprang free exuberantly, as though eager to escape the confines of her lingerie.
    Nick leaned back against the seat, cupping her breasts, loving the way the abundant flesh more than filled his big hands. "I've dreamed about your tits," he whispered. The brush of his fingers on her large nipples made her sigh and jerk against his lap.
    Nick could feel her smile against his cheek. She rocked against his fly in a way that made him groan and lift his hips tighter against her. "Really?"
    "Yeah. I used to think about how they would feel, how they would taste," he whispered, getting back into the role of teenage seducer.
    "When you come over to help me study, I dream about unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the books out of the way, and spreading you out on my mom's kitchen table." He loved the way her breath hitched at his words.
    "I had no idea you even noticed," she gasped.
    "Oh, I noticed all right. I wish I could see you," he repeated. “I want to see your nipples. What color are they, Kelly? Pink? Red? I can feel how hard they are, like they're begging me to suck them," he whispered, leaning his head forward so he could taste the soft skin, pearly in the dim light of the truck. Her breath rose in harsh pants in the steamy confines of the cab as his tongue teased her skin. He could smell the fresh, flowery scent of her soap, and under that, the heady smell of her arousal. She was so wet, so responsive, and they'd barely even gotten started.
    His lips hovered above one nipple, his hot breath wafting over the ripe tip, but he didn't close his lips over it. Kelly tugged his head impatiently, the most adorable sounds of frustration emitting from her
    throat. "Do you want me to suck your nipples?" he teased. "I can't tell if you'll like that or not." He trapped the nipple between two fingers, applying the slightest pressure.
    She let out a strangled cry. "Dammit, Nick, suck me." Her demand was accompanied by a sharp tug on his hair as she arched her back and pressed one hard bud against his lips.
    "For someone who's never let a boy touch her like this, you’re pretty demanding," he whispered around the swollen peak. Kelly's eager response and demands for pleasure drove him out of his mind. He was so turned on it was a wonder he could even speak..
    She let out a serrated moan as his lips closed over her nipple, sucking hard. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she squirmed in his lap. "Please, Nick, no more games, just touch me." Dimly Nick heard her moans as he was consumed by the delicious taste of her skin, the feel of her hard, swollen flesh against his lips and tongue. He released one