When We Met
Chapter 55
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When we met…
Our lips that time, it was a whole new level of passion.
I reached my arm back as you angled your mouth to mine. Your body pressed against me and you ground yourself into my back.
The warm summer night along with your heat caused beads to break out on my skin. As I turned in your arms, I was engulfed in your embrace, in your lips, in you.
The sway of the boat surprised us and we stumbled, you backwards until you fell in the seat.
But I didn't stop. I was emboldened, my new found resolve marching me ahead.
I crashed my lips to yours again until we needed air. Then you tipped my head back, my hair swaying behind me as your lips found my neck.
Sucking, tasting, and burning me from the outside in. Your hands followed next, pulling my sundress down and exposing me to the world. But I didn't care. Because the feeling of your lips on my nipples made me want your lips there…and it was all I could think about as I ground against you.
"Fuck." You moaned.
So I did it again.
And again.
And again.
Until we were both a panting, sweaty, sticky mess…
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