kiss and pushed her away, his gaze burning. “Turn around and face
the wall.”
Katelyn’s eyes widened and her body thrilled to the curtness of his tone. She
thought she’d craved a softer, more romantic joining all these years, but the electric
excitement, prickling every erogenous zone she possessed, said her body was delighted
at his coarse command. With deliberate, breathless slowness, she turned away.
“Put your hands against the wall.” His voice was closer, stirring her hair.
Katelyn shivered and braced her hands against the wall, and then waited, her heart
pounding so hard she heard her own heartbeat in her ears. The tips of her breasts
pressed achingly against her bra. Moisture dampened the crotch of her panties.
She jerked when his hands gripped the notches of her hips and a leg slipped
between hers. He nudged her feet, one at a time, until they were shoulder width apart.
Her breaths were shallow, her excitement rising. Although fully clothed, every part
of her was accessible, open for him to explore. Where will he start? Should I tell him where
I need his touch next? Instead, she bit her lip.
Daniel’s hands slid around her belly and slipped beneath her T-shirt. The heat from
his palms and the scrape of his calluses set her stomach quivering.
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“Easy now,” he whispered, his body pressing closer to her back. His fingers found
the clasp of her bra and opened it. The cups parted over her breasts, and in the next
breath he held both mounds, squeezing her gently.
Katelyn moaned and pressed harder into his hands, gasping when he thumbed an
aching nipple. Her head fell back against his shoulder and his lips slid along her cheek
to her jaw and neck as he massaged her breasts, kneading until she whimpered, weak
with delight.
“Easy,” he whispered. One hand slid down her belly to the top of her shorts and his
fingers crept under the waistband, flattening against her stomach until he reached her
curls.
His hand rubbed in drugging circles, until she thought she’d scream if he didn’t
reach deeper. “Please, please, touch me,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am.” The snap opened and the zipper rasped, and then his fingers slid
inside her shorts to cover her sex. His fingers swirled in the wetness seeping from
within her, and one long, thick finger slipped between her lips to push just an inch
inside her pussy.
Katelyn’s whole body trembled and her knees gave way. If not for the arm clamped
around her belly, she’d have melted to the floor.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice harsh now.
A question she’d never been asked and hadn’t the capability to answer, she was so
carried away with the feelings swamping her body and mind. A strangled, “Inside me,”
was all she could manage.
“Put your foot up on the box.”
“Box?” she parroted and looked down, surprised to see the wooden case with her
silverware on the floor. She lifted a foot and the distance and angle of her stance opened
her further.
His fingers reached deeper into her clothing.
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Katelyn sucked in a breath and her belly, dying by inches for him to touch the part
of her that wept and clenched.
Fingers combed through the short curls, tugging gently, easing, then tugging
harder, until her abdomen trembled again.
“Like that, do you?” he rumbled.
“Uhnnn,” she moaned, but she widened her legs again, inviting him deeper
between her legs.
When at last his fingertips scraped her wet, outer labia, she arched, her hands
leaving the wall in front to reach behind her. She needed an anchor, his body to touch.
She found his shoulders and neck and draped her body across his front, her bottom
rubbing his erection.
One large, rough hand squeezed her breast harder, while the other delved deeper
until he parted her and rubbed around her opening, rimming her vagina.
Katelyn’s pussy tingled and quivered, and her hips moved forward and back as
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