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I moved my mouth to the side of her neck. I wanted to taste her everywhere at once. At the same time, I wanted to pause after every kiss to take in her reaction.
“Nick!” she exclaimed when I kissed down her clavicle and right between her breasts.
I let go of her hair and pushed my hands up her legs, hitching her dress up. I needed skin-on-skin contact, and I fucking loved the easy access.
Drawing one hand up the back of her left thigh, I cupped her buttock, groaning against her neck.
“You’re not wearing panties?” I asked.
“Oh no, I am. They’re just not very modest.”
I moved the other hand up her inner thigh until I reached the apex. I wasn’t touching her between her legs, though. Not yet.
But a fraction of a second later, I lost the fight with myself. I needed to check to see if she was wet for me. I pressed my fingers across her opening. Even through the fabric, I could tell she was very turned on.
“Oh God!”
She lifted one leg, rubbing her thigh along mine, almost as if she wanted to jump me on the spot. I turned rock hard that very second. I walked her backward and lifted her up at the nearest set of shelves. I pulled all the suits above to one side so she had space to sit there.
She gasped, looking around. “What are you doing?”
“What?”
I set her down on the carefully folded undershirts. Then I realized she wasn’t going to be comfortable like this, so I lifted her by the ass again and pushed all of it onto the floor with my other hand.
“Nick, we’re making a mess.”
“I don’t care, Allison. I so don’t fucking care.”
I pushed her dress up to her waist, and she leaned slightly backward. She was level with my pelvis, so I lowered myself onto my haunches to explore her legs.
“You look so damn gorgeous. I memorized every detail about you last night.”
“That can’t possibly be true,” she murmured.
“You have a birthmark here.” I tapped the back of her calf.
“That’s right.”
“And one here.” I pointed to her right outer thigh.
She nodded. Her entire body was shaking. “You looked very carefully.”
“You have no idea,” I replied.
I kissed from her ankle to her knee. She pressed her thighs together, but I shook my head. “No. Keep them wide open and touch yourself over your panties.”
She swallowed hard, leaning against the back of the dresser.
“Like this?” She drew her finger in a perfect line from her entrance to her clit. She’d soaked the fabric through.
“Just like that. Move it up and down slowly until you can’t take it anymore.”
“And then what?”
“Then I’ll give you more instructions.”
I kissed her thigh, watching her follow my instructions precisely. Then I moved to the other leg, but I didn’t start kissingit from her ankle up because then I couldn’t see her touching her pussy. I was desperate for that view.