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Bella-

He was saying these sinful, dirty things to me. Whispering them in my ear, his hot breath swirling into the channel causing chills to sweep across my skin. His fingers were feathering over the curve of my breast, but I felt his touch to my core.

Shit.

I'd never been so turned on in my life. Never felt so alive. Never felt this electric current zapping from cell to cell. His tongue came out and traced the shell of my ear, his husky breath one more reason I was frozen to this bench.

I wanted to know. I wanted to see just how far he would go. Just how far I would let him go.

His tone was hoarse the next he spoke, the rasp causing another exciting sensation, my belly clenching. "Pull your skirt up for me. I want to see those beautiful legs."

I shuddered. I couldn't seriously even consider his request here in public, could I? Could I really be experiencing this lusty thrill? My gaze darted around the park.

Upon the sun's descent, we were quite hidden on this bench. My heart was beating like a jackhammer, my pulse threatening to pound right out of my neck. His knuckle grazed the slope and goosebumps prickled my skin.

"Are you going to show me? I know you want to. I can feel it in your pulse. You might be scared, but you are just as excited."

He swept my hair from my neck, his lips sliding, his tongue tasting. As if they had a will of their own, my hands moved to my thighs, sliding up skin that was slightly chilled from the night, edging the material up, up, up until my legs sat there exposed.

From his vantage point, I knew he saw the lace that covered my most private area. I was a series of nerves, every sense I had alert to the man behind me.

I heard his quickly indrawn breath as if he were pleased but equally stunned by my obedience. I smelled his spicy cologne invading my sensibilities until none remained. I felt the warm press of his lips against my neck.

His nose skimmed my ear, his husky breath inhaling and exhaling rapidly. "So beautiful. I want to touch you. Tell me I can."

One thumb drifted over my nipple, the flesh beading, seeking, begging for his touch. Heated sparks shot from my breast to the throbbing flesh between my legs.

How could I possibly deny what I desperately wanted? How could I tell him I didn't want his touch when it was so obvious, I did?

Everything within me was screaming for him to continue. How could I hope to ignore the rush racing through my blood?

Without uttering a word I took hold of his hand, reveling in the strength, warmth, and power of his skin against mine. Wordlessly, I drew his hand between my thighs and placed it over my mound, shuddering as his fingers curled, effectively cupping me.

"Yes." I just barely managed to speak when I felt his middle finger drift over my clit. When his fingertips curled around the edge of my panties and pulled them to the side, I sat there gulping air, his touch sinking to my bones. Unable to hush the yearning, my racing pulse, the beating of my heart.

"You feel like warm Chinese silk," he whispered, kissing my ear, he gasped as he parted my folds and slipped into my channel. His one finger stretched me, filled me, commanded me. Withdrawing his finger from my pussy, he swirled my juices around my clit causing one more piece of sanity to flee.

His breathing turned labored, and I heard the sound of his zipper as he released himself. Ever so gently he tipped my chin in his direction, his lips settling over mine, his tongue darting deep. Swirling. Feasting. Discovering.

Every lick, every suck, every nip of his sharp teeth carried me further and further away. From this park. From this city. From myself.

Through a cloudy haze, I reached for him, my fingers diving in his hair, holding him in place. Greedily, I returned his kiss, desire singing in my veins, consuming everything that I am. I protested on a groan when he pulled back, breaking our kiss, breaking our connection.

His lips hovered a breath away and no matter how much I tried to pull him back, he resisted. His gaze drilled into mine, seeing pieces I shared with no one. He added a second finger to the one already tormenting the fuck out of me. Thrusting deep, his jaw dropped and his lashes fluttered as he cherished the feel of me. "You make me want to fuck my hand. Can I fuck my hand while I finger your pussy? It's sucking on me like a glove. Makes me want to know how it would feel around my cock."

I was bordering on the edge of my release, my whole body shaking, and ready to splinter to the light breeze drifting through the trees. My walls clenched around his fingers squeezing as my greatest desire was born.

Unabashedly, I met his gaze.

"I want to see you. All of you as you are seeing me now."

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