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pressed her up against him, lifting her just the tiniest bit. She could feel his denim-covered erection pressing into her belly and her body flooded with heat. She was doing this to Brent. She was making him hard. It seemed unbelievable.
    “ I want to keep spending time with you,” Brent told her as he leaned over and ran his tongue down her neck, nipping gently. Aimee felt shivers race down her arms and her hands tightened on his waist. She turned to press her lips against his neck in return.
    “ Okay,” she agreed easily. He wasn’t going to get a protest from her. She wanted to keep spending time with him too. A lot of time.
    Moving slowly, she pushed her hands under Brent’s shirt. Her breath caught when her palms met warm, hard skin. She caressed his back before moving around to his abs. She ran her hands over the warm ridges of his toned belly and felt him suck in a breath. Aimee hesitated briefly, terrified he was going to shut her down. Gathering every ounce of her courage, she widened the space between them and unhooked the button to his jeans. The backs of her hands brushed against a light dusting of hair. She felt him shudder.
    “ Oh, fuck!” Brent exclaimed against her shoulder. His calloused hands covered hers, stopping her, and he gave a breathless laugh. “Aimee, you kill me!” Aimee hoped that was a good thing, but she wasn’t working with any first-hand knowledge on how to do this the right way.
    She leaned up and captured his mouth, drawing him back into a deep kiss. His hands slackened just the tiniest bit and it was all Aimee needed. She worked his zipper down carefully, her fingers brushing against his hard length. She could feel it jump against her touch. Hoping to distract him from what her hands were doing, she nipped gently at his lower lip before sucking his tongue into her mouth. She felt his groan more than heard it and took the opportunity to slip her hand into his jeans. Hot, silky skin was there to greet her and Aimee realized he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans.
    “ Oh!” She exclaimed. She was incredibly aroused and could feel her body throbbing for relief. “Oh, God.” She held onto him and rocked against the barstool, needing friction against her aching clit.
    “ Not what you expected?” Brent asked, pulling back from their kiss. He looked at her with glazed eyes, his lips wet and swollen. Aimee didn’t know how to vocalize what she wanted.
    “ More than I expected,” she admitted shyly. She rocked again on the stool, the hot length of him still filling her hand. His eyes were hooded as he thrust his hips forward, driving his steely length into her grip. Aimee’s breath caught. She knew there was a vast difference in their level of experience but she didn’t want to let on how foreign this all was to her. She squeezed him tightly and his hips jerked.
    “ How far do you want to take this?” He gritted out, his jaw locked down. Aimee squeezed him again and his forehead dropped to hers as he thrust against her hand again. She could feel the sticky wetness of his precum leaking onto her fingers. Pulling her hand off him, she ran her tongue along the side of her hand, tasting him. He groaned when he realized what she was doing and she didn’t care if it was right or wrong. She needed him.
    “ As far as you’ll take it,” she whispered to him, her gaze locked onto his. She whimpered as his hand shot between her legs, his thumb pressing down on the seam of her jeans. It rested directly over her clit and she rocked forward at the burst of sensation. He pressed down again and Aimee’s back bowed, pressing her breasts into his chest. She moved her hips, rubbing against his finger shamelessly.
    “ I can’t believe you licked me off your hand,” he told her, his voice like hot, melted butter. “It’s so fucking hot to see you do that.” He pressed against her clit hard, sending sparks through her body.
    “ I want to taste you so badly,” she admitted to him.