Page 50 of Twice as Tempting

Kelly giggled, but then an image of Damian pleasuring himself flashed through her brain and made her squirm.

“What about you? Are you handling it too?” he asked.

Kelly’s hands were moving back and forth across his pecs, seemingly of their own volition. “Let’s just say that I have a very active dream life these days.”

“Well, then let me give you some more material.” He bent his head down and kissed her again, with more restraint this time. The urgency had tapered off, but in its place was tenderness. He cupped her face in his hands and placed a series of soft kisses on her lips, nose, and forehead. Just because he had downshifted, it didn’t mean that Kelly was any less turned on. She felt the dampness between her legs and squeezed them tightly together as if to stop her juices from flowing.

“Is this ok?” he whispered.

“Um-hmm.”

Damian trailed his lips under her chin and then into the crook of her neck, where he knew that she was the most sensitive.

Kelly whimpered. She couldn’t help it.

“Still doing ok?”

“Um-hmm.”

Damian dipped his head down further and placed a smattering of gentle kisses on the exposed part of her chest, which wasn’t much because she had chosen one of her more conservative tank tops. His left hand reached up and squeezed her breast, which shot another surge of adrenaline straight to her core.

“Continue?” he asked, his breath warm against her skin.

“Um-hmm.”

Damian tugged down the front of her tank top to expose her bra. He glanced up at Kelly, who was staring down at him through hooded eyes. She nodded her head slightly, and then he pulled down the bra cup to expose her nipple. When he drew it into his mouth, she whimpered again, with a little more volume that time. He rolled his tongue around her nipple in lazy circles until she felt like she would burst, and then he carefully tucked her breast away and crawled back up her body until they were face to face.

“Ok. I think I’ve given you plenty of dream material for tonight. It’s time for me to go.”

Damian heaved himself off the couch, and Kelly sat up in a stupor. “Do you really have to go right now? It’s still early,” she complained.

“Yes. I need to leave,” Damian said, and he pointed down at his jeans.

It was obvious that she wasn’t the only one who was completely aroused! Resigned, she said, “Ok. I’ll walk you to the door.”

“The barbecue is at noon tomorrow. Drive with me?”

“Of course.”

Damian had turned away, and his hand was on the doorknob when Kelly said, “How about a kiss goodbye?”

He turned back around and smirked at her. “Haven’t you had enough kisses for one night?”

“No,” she replied, and then she pushed up on her tiptoes and entwined her arms around his neck.

He kissed her briefly and then set her firmly back on her feet. “Noon tomorrow,” he repeated and then hurried out the door.

When Kelly crawled into bed that night, she anticipated a dream with a different ending than what had happened on the couch with Damian. She read a couple of chapters in her romance novel for added fuel (even though she didn’t really need it!), turned off the light, and waited for the dream to begin…

“What do you want, Kell?” he asked, his voice husky in the darkened room.

“I want you. All of you,” she replied, her own voice breathy with need.

They had been making out like teenagers, lying on her couch, side by side, still fully clothed. But now Damian slid his hand up the front of her skirt and made contact with her damp center. He ran his index finger back and forth over her panties, and she eagerly thrust her hips forward.

Damian’s head was buried in her neck, where he sucked and nibbled, sending shivers down her spine. When he finally pulled aside the material of her panties and dipped a finger inside, she moaned. She was so taut with need at that point that it didn’t take long at all for her to tip over the edge. Her body pulsated beneath his nimble fingers, and she clung to him, her own fingers digging into his shoulders, while she rode out wave after wave of intense pleasure.

When her body stopped quivering, she opened her eyes and met Damian’s self-satisfied smile.

“Better?” he asked.

“Not quite,” she said. “Now it’s your turn.”