A couple of weeks ago I caught an episode of COSMO TV. It was an lovelorn advice segment, where a bunch of guys offer up their version of Dear Abby.
You get my drift.
Felicity grasped his jacket as his fingers twined into her hair and he backed up to the wooden rail where he settled and pulled her between his thighs. The night air touched her with cool sighs, but Daniel’s mouth was pure hungry heat.
Then his kiss turned to soft enticement, reeling her in as he nibbled and licked at her in tiny teasing flicks that beckoned her lips to part and her tongue to seek his. Felicity gave in and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as little mewling sounds escaped her.
“I know baby, I know,” he soothed and captured her bottom lip gently between his teeth. Then suddenly the hands that swept caresses along her back were crushing her to him as he stroked his tongue deeper, forcing her to open wider for him.
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From Samantha Storm’s Shadow Vision:
I had been kissed before. But it had never been like that. And whatever that just was, I wanted another taste. Our bodies came together again as did our lips. His hands skimmed the back of my neck and I shivered. The sensation of his hands on my skin. Honestly there were no words for it. Whatever he was doing, I was all for it and wanted more.
throat and across my breast. The heat of his hand against the flimsy material of the blouse caused my nipple to grow hard and taunt beneath his fingers.
together, our mouths devouring each other. I was no longer aware of my surroundings. No longer cared about anything, but feeling his body against mine. I could blame it on the wine. But honestly I wasn’t that drunk. The feel of his lips on mine had suddenly sobered every fiber in my body. When he broke contact again, I cried out in protest. My hands reached out to bring him against me again.
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