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panting my name. With a mouthful of her tit, I’m curious if that’s something she’d like as well. My fingers trace the seam of her bra, all the way to the back closure. I lift my head. Her eyes are closed; her lips parted. When her eyes flutter open and her gaze rests on mine, I unhook her bra.
    Our eyes stay locked as my fingers move up to her shoulders and slowly drag the straps down.
    “ What do you want, Bethany?” I ask, dropping her bra next to us.
    She gulps. “You.”
    Good answer.
    My lips drop to her neck. “And what do you want me to do?”
    “Whatever you want.”
    Even better answer.
    I take her mouth, lifting her as she clings to my shoulders. Her bedroom is on the second floor. I sample her lips, throat and collarbone with each step. I grin against her lips when I see how messy her room is. There are boxes from her move still piled in one corner. Another corner boasts an overflowing laundry basket. Her bed clearly unmade. Instead of annoying me, somehow I find her haphazard mess endearing, or I could simply not care since I plan on burying myself in her.
    Depositing her gently onto her sheets , I take a step back to imprint the sight before me permanently. Naked from the waist up, eyes wild with lust, she beckons me. Reaching over my head, I tug my shirt forward and off. She’s seen me shirtless before, but watching her lips part in appreciation, ratchets my desire impossibly higher.
    I fumble to take my boots and socks off as quickly as possible as her body writhes with want. My fingertips crawl up her legs until I get to the button of her little jean shorts. Her hands fist the sheets on either side of her as I undress her. Once I’ve rid her of every stitch she wore, I kiss my way up her legs. I focus on and worship each freckle that has tormented my dreams along the way.
    Patience is a virtue and I plan to take my time loving Bethany. Her attempts to rush me along are noted and appreciated. There is a time and a place for a fast and hard screw, but seeing as how she’s been an itch I’ve been wanting to scratch these long weeks , I plan to fully see to it. Besides, I’ve never been a halfway kinda guy.
    “Just watch , darling. I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
    I hold her gaze, her eyes widening and hands fluttering to my head as I taste her. She’s perfect. Every single thing about her in this moment has me more turned on than I think I have ever been before now. With my fingers and my mouth, I take my time drawing pleasure from her. When I’m certain she is completely satisfied, I start my ascent up her body.
    Her hands go straight for my jeans , but I almost stop her, wanting today to be only about her, but I’m too weak with want. She pushes me onto my back and then rids me of my jeans and boxers. I’m ready for her, long and hard. My hips buck when her fingertips wrap around my cock. Christ, her touch is heaven, sending a sensory overload through me. I’m a bundle of exposed nerves.
    Her eyes land on mine and I watch as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She doesn’t break our eye contact as she lowers herself to take my cock in her mouth. There’s nothing hotter than her hazel eyes locked on mine as she goes down on me. This feels really good, like winning the lottery or scoring the game winning touchdown.
    That’s a guess since I’ve neither won the lottery nor played high school football. Problem is what she’s doing is so freaking amazing; I’m about to come straight down her throat. I’d rather be balls deep in her pretty little pussy though.
    “Darling.” I sit up, reaching to lift her and pull her into my arms.
    My mouth needs hers. “Shit , Bethany, you are so gorgeous. I want you so bad.”
    Her mouth moves against mine as she tries to kiss and speak at the same time. “I want you in me , Beau. Please.”
    “I want in you so bad ly, darling. Do you have any condoms?” I can’t break our kiss either, replying against her mouth, holding her body