Bridesmaid and Bartender Ch. 2
Pushing it open, she quickly worked it from his body and tossed to the floor. She crushed herself to him, her body fitting so delicately against his, her nipples hot and fiery against his chest. His fingers twisted deeper into her hair, tilting her head and plunging his tongue between her lips once more, capturing her moans of pleasure.
She felt his hands move down to cup her buttocks, squeezing them softly then pulling her down against his growing hardness. Liquid fire pooled between her thighs, creating a burning need and Julie was lost to him, lost to the emotions and lust, ready to give him her everything. . .
. her very soul. Matt pushed her dress up around her waist and groaned, nothing separating their pairing except her soft lace panties and his trousers. Closer, he thought, he must get closer to her, feel her softness against him.
Matt shifted, allowing her to pull them down around his ankles. Next came his boxers, freeing his manhood to settle under her nice round buttocks. Matt stifled a loud groan, God she was incredible, so hot. .
. . wanton. .
. . desirable. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her, brilliant blue eyes turned dark and smoky, her lips swollen from his kisses.
Julie slid her lips softly along his skin, pausing to press small kisses here and there. She felt him arch under her, felt his hardness against her most delicate place, and shuddered in response. As she closed her lips around one hard male nipple, he moaned deep in his throat, grasping her hair and holding her as if for dear life.
Unable to resist any longer, Matt hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them smoothly over her bottom as Julie lifted up to allow their removal. Finally together. . .
. flesh on flesh. . .
. both of them throbbing with pent up desire. Keeping her lips around Matt’s nipple, she trailed her hands lower, along his sides, stroking him with her fingernails lightly. Matt gasped, throwing his head back and giving in to the sensuality of this woman.
Raising her eyes to meet his, Julie smiled at the expression of pure enjoyment and desire flowing over his face, then slid from his lap. Matt looked at her questioningly, a bit confused at this sudden turn of events. It wasn’t long before he understood her intentions, as she wrapped one small hand around his hardness and bent her head again, this time to slide her tongue along his abdomen.
He was going insane, the soft velvety tongue moving dangerously close to his shaft, yet not close enoug h to touch him. Julie felt his hips thrust up against her in a silent plea and moved her tongue to trace the lines of his groin. Matt’s fingers again became lost in her hair, he was falling.
.. . .
. his head spinning and she’d not even touched his throbbing member. When she did finally take the head of his shaft between those gorgeous full lips, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Julie’s tongue worked magic.
. . . .
swelling him to a new hardness. . . .
Gathering her hair in his hands, Matt held it up, watching in amazement as her tongue flicked and swirled over his erection. She’d kept her hand wrapped around him, adding a bit more pressure as she allowed her lips to engulf him completely. Matt’s body ached, pulsing with an undying need to consume her, to fill her, to have her moist heat surround him.
. . . .