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regret it if she didn’t do something, she
stepped forward and brought her hands up to his cheeks, stroking his face
gently. “My hands are sweating too, see?”
    He grabbed her wrists, and she thought he was going to
push her away. But he just stood there, his eyes searching hers almost
frantically. Then with a groan he released her wrists, buried his hands in her
hair, and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her with a sense of desperation she
didn’t quite understand but didn’t bother trying to figure out. All that
mattered was he was kissing her and he tasted even better than he smelled. His
tongue licked her seam, and she was all too eager to open up for him. The feel
of his tongue rubbing against hers was her downfall. Her knees buckled, but one
of his arms shot around her back and grasped her waist, which kept her upright,
as his other hand stayed in her hair to hold her head for his assault on her
mouth.
    She moaned, unable to process all the emotions roaring through
her, and that needy sound seemed to fuel him on. He backed her against the wall
by her bedroom door, and he fumbled with the knob. Once he got it open, he
lifted her like she didn’t weigh anything and carried her into the room while
never stopping his kiss. He kicked the door shut as her feet found the floor
again, only to find herself being backed up against the side wall.
    He softened his kiss, his mouth sipping at hers as his
hands landed on her hips, caressing her, gentling her, and she felt her pussy
flood with her juices. God, she was ready for this. All these years not
thinking about when she’d ever have sex, and now she couldn’t wait. Because it
finally felt right. She wound her arms around his neck and fisted her hands in
his hair. Kissing him back with as much passion as he was kissing her. Then his
lips left hers, and he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her throat. Her
hips thrust forward of their own volition, and she came in contact with his
hard cock. Gasping, she couldn’t help but want more, so she reached down and
grabbed him through his slacks.
    He groaned, thrusting into her touch. “Fuck, Krista, you
don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He grabbed the sleeve of her dress and
tugged, pulling it along with her bra strap, exposing her breast. “Sweet
Jesus.” He swooped down, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
    She moaned, her head falling back as he feasted on her
breast while tugging her dress on the other side, releasing her other breast.
As he kissed, nipped, and licked one nipple, he pinched, tugged, and rolled the
other one with his fingers.
    Krista had never felt something this intense, feeling
Toby’s mouth and hands on her, listening to his grunts and groans as he gorged
on her body.
    She released his cock and heard him whimper, but she
wasn’t planning on neglecting him for long. Oh,
no. She wanted skin on skin. She yanked on his belt as he switched his
mouth to her other breast. She gasped as she felt the air hit her wet,
sensitive nipple and then moaned as his fingers raked over it gently while his
mouth ravished her other one.
    After she unfastened his belt, she unbuttoned his pants
and drew down his zipper, the rasp of it one of the sexiest sounds she thought
she’d ever heard before. Until the guttural groan that escaped Toby when she
wrapped her hand around his pulsing cock. That was the sexist sound she’d ever heard in her life! Knowing she was giving a man
this kind of pleasure before sex was one hell of an ego boost. She stroked him,
using his leaking moisture to slicken her movements, but as she worked his
cock, her pussy was clenching on nothing, aching to be penetrated. She rocked
her hips back and forth, seeking contact, and he didn’t disappoint. When his
mouth left her breast and found her lips, his leg shoved between hers, and she
gasped into his mouth as she rode his thigh.
    “That’s it, baby,” Toby murmured against her lips. He was
gathering her dress up with both hands, and