All Night Long
Chapter Two: Page Two
Which forced him to use other means to gauge his
feelings and response to him. As soon as his lips
touched his and parted eagerly for him, he slid in, slow
and deep, and his senses took over from there. He
tasted hot and sweet, like fresh spun cotton candy that
melted on his tongue. Hs skin was soft and warm, and
the unique, masculine scent he inhaled made him
light-headed.
He didn't need to open his eyes to see his blond
hair, or to witness the hazy desire no doubt darkening his blue eyes. He'd etched
everything about him to memory months ago, but the
reality of kissing him, of feeling his lush curves
against him and his mouth so tempting beneath his, was
nothing short of pure heaven.
And he couldn't seem to get enough of him.
His free hand stole between the press of their bodies,
skated over his ribs, and stroking the pliable flesh. He
wore a cotton T-shirt and
he plucked at the hardened nipple begging for its share
of attention. With a moan of pleasure that reverberated
in the back of his throat, he stood up on her tiptoes,
angling closer, causing his fierce erection to nestle in
the crux of his thighs, right where he ached to be.
He knew if didn't stop this nearly out-of-control
madness, and quick, he'd end up making love to him on
his drafting table, hot and fast and deep. And he wanted
to experience every detail of his erotic seduction too
much to take him in such a rush.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and he pressed
his forehead against his cheek. "Oh, wow," he murmured.
"I second that," he said, amusement and arousal
deepening his voice. "And just think, that's only the
beginning."
A shiver coursed through him. "Then let's not waste
another minute here." He slipped from his arms.
He immediately missed his softness, his warmth. "Where
are we going?"
He heard the "click" of him turning off the light above
his drafting table as he began shutting down his
office. "It's a surprise."
He had a feeling it was just the first of many for the
evening.
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Chapter Two: Page Two
Which forced him to use other means to gauge his
feelings and response to him. As soon as his lips
touched his and parted eagerly for him, he slid in, slow
and deep, and his senses took over from there. He
tasted hot and sweet, like fresh spun cotton candy that
melted on his tongue. Hs skin was soft and warm, and
the unique, masculine scent he inhaled made him
light-headed.
He didn't need to open his eyes to see his blond
hair, or to witness the hazy desire no doubt darkening his blue eyes. He'd etched
everything about him to memory months ago, but the
reality of kissing him, of feeling his lush curves
against him and his mouth so tempting beneath his, was
nothing short of pure heaven.
And he couldn't seem to get enough of him.
His free hand stole between the press of their bodies,
skated over his ribs, and stroking the pliable flesh. He
wore a cotton T-shirt and
he plucked at the hardened nipple begging for its share
of attention. With a moan of pleasure that reverberated
in the back of his throat, he stood up on her tiptoes,
angling closer, causing his fierce erection to nestle in
the crux of his thighs, right where he ached to be.
He knew if didn't stop this nearly out-of-control
madness, and quick, he'd end up making love to him on
his drafting table, hot and fast and deep. And he wanted
to experience every detail of his erotic seduction too
much to take him in such a rush.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and he pressed
his forehead against his cheek. "Oh, wow," he murmured.
"I second that," he said, amusement and arousal
deepening his voice. "And just think, that's only the
beginning."
A shiver coursed through him. "Then let's not waste
another minute here." He slipped from his arms.
He immediately missed his softness, his warmth. "Where
are we going?"
He heard the "click" of him turning off the light above
his drafting table as he began shutting down his
office. "It's a surprise."
He had a feeling it was just the first of many for the
evening.
* * *
NEXT