SLOW HANDS

His hand curved around her bottom and she tilted her hips up to rub against the rod in his pants and he felt a little lightheaded, probably because every drop of blood was heading south. He reluctantly released her lips and his eyes locked squarely on hers, he lifted his hands and cupped her nape. Slowly his right thumb drifted over her lips, as if memorizing their texture.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Damm. I have been wanting to do this for a while now” he breathed, almost to himself. And the depth of feeling in his voice made Chloe’s heart twist for a completely different reason.

Dangerous reasons.

“Timothy…” she began.

“Shh. No talking. Just…” He said and his lips brushed, butterfly soft and fleeting, over hers.

A shiver cascaded through her, vibrating every cell in her body and sparking it to life. She gave the tiniest moan and Timothy lifted his head. His eyes were hotter, his breathing a touch harsher as he stared at her. Then, as if the feast was too much, he slanted his lips over hers again.

Fever hot. Powerfully arousing. And oh, so brilliantly executed.

Chloe sagged against him for a moment before sheer hunger made her rise on her toes to meet Timothy halfway, fulfilling every last dream of what she had imagined kissing him again would be like…. and It was even better than her fantasies and dreams. Within one instant and the next she needed more. Bracing her hands on his waist, she leaned higher into the kiss, fused her lips tighter, deeper, as intimately as she could taste him before she opened up, allowing his tongue to glide oh-so-sexily against hers.

They both groaned. Hunger ravaged them whole and eroded any attempt at finesse. Breathing hard, they strained towards each other, devouring each other in a bruising kiss that only fuelled the fire of lust.

Hot slickness between her legs made her grind herself against the thick erection swelling his jeans. Her need was enough to propel him back a step, until Timothy was now leaning against the doorframe. It was the perfect position to plaster herself against him, rub her aching nipples against the hot, hard land-scape of his chest, while grinding her pelvis against his erection.

The fingers in her hair tightened, the sting a sweet pain that turned her on harder. Drew a thicker moan from her. Breathing harshly, Timothy tugged her away, the separation of their lips a wet, decadent sound that sent a shudder through her.

“God. Nothing I imagined came this close. Absolutely nothing,” he confessed thickly.

“For me neither.” Chloe replied.

For some reason, that made him smile. A blinding display of pleasure that made her heart lurch alarmingly while filling her with equal parts of joy and trepidation.

“I don’t think I can wait anymore,” Chloe whispered huskily.

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was plucking her off her feet, the rugby-honed body he’d achieved in his time at college making light of her considerable weight. He carried her without making her self-conscious about the extra pounds she carried.

As Timothy tossed her onto the sofa and speared her with his dark eyes, she let all thoughts melt from her brain. Instead she gave over to the tingling filling her from the inside out, registering in her peaked nipples, the dry anticipation in her mouth and the wet desperation between her legs.

“You have always been bold. But you seem to have developed a penchant for the downright reckless.” Timothy said, almost like he was surprised. “I like it”

Chloe toyed with the edge of her top and slowly inched it up until a sliver of her belly was revealed. “I don’t see you walking out the door, so I’m guessing you still love a good challenge.” she replied.

A blaze flared in his eyes as he followed the path of her fingers over her taut stomach. Another breath hissed from him as his eyes darted between her face, her full breasts, and the thighs she was slowly spreading. He stumbled forward and gripped the back of the sofa the moment she took off the top to reveal the full effect of her bra and bullet-hard nipples.

“Fuck.” The word shot from his throat.

Chloe’s gaze went its own journey, over the ripped chest she knew was hidden beneath his dark shirt to the bold outline of his cock beneath the fly of his trousers. Her mouth watered at the heat he was packing. Heat she had always craved for as long as she could remember.

And Timothy felt the same if the rough hands that hooked behind her knees and spread her wide were an indication. Her already rough breathing turned choppier.

“Stop playing and get naked for me,” he said gruffly as his hands trailed over body to wrap around her ankles.

With a shrug and tug, she took off her bra, then arched her back to give him a full and unfettered view of her ample breasts.

He swallowed, then began to tackle her shorts with a wild little light in his eyes that triggered her own arousal. He pulled her boots off before he could successfully take off her shorts while Chloe just stared at him. She should’ve been pleased that at least in this, they seemed to be in accord, but a tight little ball of anxiety wouldn’t shift from her belly. What if they never found common ground again? Oh, she hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

The thoughts evaporated when Timothy discarded her shorts and leaned forward to brace himself over her. For several seconds, he didn’t move, simply stared into her eyes. Was he thinking the same? She never found out because his eyes swept over her, taking in every inch of her until his gaze was once again riveted between her thighs. Then he dragged his gaze from her silk-covered sex to meet hers. “You just had to do it… Be tempting and all… You really needed to shred my control this much?” he muttered.

“Maybe.” Chloe replied. It was a little unnerving how well he knew her. To throw him off, she trailed a manicured fingernail over one heavy breast to her nipple and slowly circled it. He caught and mangled one corner of his lower lip between his teeth as his gaze latched onto the tightened peak. After watching for a tense few seconds, he brushed her hand away and replaced it with his. Sensation screamed through her as he fondled her, his gaze darting between her face and her boobs, avidly absorbing her reactions, before he dropped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth.