A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

slowly but firmly down her back. When he reached her

waist, his fingers slipped under her panties and continued

down to cup a cheek. Soon he was caressing her backside

with vigorous devotion, their kiss still unbroken.

Yes, keep going. Rebecca moaned into his mouth as he

continued to explore. She couldn't remember being so

worked up from kissing, and she clamped her legs together

with a shiver.

O.E. broke the kiss and pulled back with the smile of a

little boy who had just performed his first magic trick. For

his next act, his hands came around to her front and

disappeared under her knit top.

He roamed up and down the sides of her body, teasing

her breasts with glancing swipes and swirling around them.

There was no bra to stop his advance, so after some teasing,

he palmed her breasts, sliding his hands over excited

nipples.

Rebecca experienced a moment of embarrassment

about her breasts, surely insufficient for a man this

exquisite. But O.E. seemed more than happy to play with

her. The intensity of his caresses soon washed away her

insecurity, and excitement coursed through her. She arched

her back to push herself into his hands.

He rolled nipples between his fingers, the pressure

ranging from gentle to hard, from pinching to tickling. He

played with her breasts in every imaginable way. They

ached for his enchanted touch. She cried out for his body.

Rebecca grabbed his shirt, unbuttoned it quickly and

pulled it away, running her hands along his chest. This guy

was amazing-solid muscle with a nice trail of hair down

the middle. She scraped her fingernails across his chest. His

tan, ripped torso heaved under her touch.

I want a bite. A big, juicy chunk of the most well

seasoned piece of meat she had ever seen. She could live on

this.

O.E. grabbed her and raised her to a sitting position on

the sofa. He lifted her top up and over her head and tossed

it away, leaving her naked from the waist up. He quickly

shed his own shirt and clasped her tightly, their bodies

supernaturally hot. Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell

back to the sofa and kissed again, this time harder,

plundering new depths in each other's mouths.

Rebecca warmed from the heat of his chest, the heat of

his mouth, and the heat down below in her preheated oven.

One of his hands explored her legs, up and down. After

a few passes, he slid her skirt up the remaining few inches

as he ascended her thigh, lightly brushing her panties. He

followed the insides of her legs back down, making her