He stared at her as he ran his hands along her body, exploring every bend and curve. Holden traced the seams of her dress with his fingertips as if struggling to figure out a way to release her from her designer dress until he found the zipper on her side. Every slight turn of the pads of his fingers quickened her pulse and made the area between her legs damp.
He stripped her while maneuvering her body until she rested on top of her dress rather than wearing it. She closed her eyes and awaited, quaking with anticipation. Seconds passed but felt like hours as she longed for his touch. She opened one eye and gasped when she saw him staring at her like an awestruck kid. His teeth were sunk into his bottom lip while his eyes were held wide. Mary Allison smiled because she knew what had taken him by surprise.
Ever since she had filled out later in life, Donnie said she was like his life-size, live-action Barbie, and when he got the chance to play with his toy, he dressed her from the skin out. Her breasts were packaged in a black lace bra with the perfect support to make eyes pop and of course, she wore matching panties, but garters were also part of the set. Holden ran a finger the small, thin piece of spandex leading to where the strap met the lacy trim of her silky hosiery.
As if he’d just discovered, he could, Holden leaned over and rained kisses across Mary Allison’s thighs. Working his way up, he placed one over her underwear. She moaned appreciatively as his lips traveled to her abdomen, licking her navel and kissing all around the area. His wavy locks tickled her flesh as his warm breath ignited a fire on her skin.
“Feels good.” She squirmed, her pussy throbbing. She clenched, attempting to quell the longing. Her gaze fluttered to the ceiling when he placed two long fingers on her mons and before stroking her over her satin thong.
He ventured upward and used his teeth to tug her bra down enough to allow her breasts to spill out. The heaving lobes pushed together atop the underwire shaping them, and her rose-colored buds hardened as soon as Holden’s first sultry breath hit them.
“Mmm…good.” She groaned while slipping her hands down his chest to unfasten the buttons of his shirt.
Holden’s latched his lips on to one of her nipples and began to gently suckle. Her entire body trembled sensual pulling increased the electrical impulses engorging the button above her entrance. She slid her underwear to the side before trailing his fingertips over her sensitive flesh. She purred and cooed, spreading her legs more. As he parted the seam, she gripped the sides of the bench. her approval while her handsome lover slipped a finger inside her pussy. She let out a tiny squeal as he penetrated her, the corners of her mouth turning upward.
She pulled at his shirt and pushed it down off his shoulders. “Wow, you work out, huh?”
Holden blushed, his eyes darkened from dilated pupils. “Every morning, but I didn’t use to…not until I met you.”
“Say what?” Her eyes widened as she grinned.
“It’s true. All of the male love interests in Nemesis’s Bedtime Story are ripped. I wanted to stand a chance.”
Turning her head to the side, she howled with laughter. “Dummy! It’s a graphic novel; don’t expect me to have Kat’s curves.”
“You’re way sexier than Kat.” His gaze trailed over her breasts and down over her stomach and below.
“Good answer.” She sat up and planted a kiss on Holden’s beautifully swollen lips.
His tongue darted into her mouth and swirled around inside pairing with hers. She broke the kiss on a groaned as she ran the palms of her hands over Holden’s strong, hard chest and let her fingertips scroll down the rigid crevice between his pectorals. On their way down, she lingered on his finely chiseled six-pack. She licked her lips, her breath coming in pants as her skin simmered.
Holden trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking her skin until he reached the breast he had previously neglected. He licked and swirled his tongue around the taut, pink nub until as she arched her back, pushing them toward his mouth. She unfasted his belt, eager to touch his long shaft.
He had a second finger inside her and was swirling them slowly.
“Yes!” She moved her hips, riding his digits.
He licked a path down to her stomach before catching the top edge of her thong with his teeth. Biting the hem, he jerked the tiny slip of lace and cotton down like a hungry wolf dragging its prey. She lifted her bottom, helping him bare her pussy. He clutched above one of her ankles before grasping the back of her other leg’s thigh, guiding her to bend her knees as he pushed them up and back. Running his tongue across his bottom lip, Holden stared for a moment, as if savoring the sight of her wet, hairless folds.
She clenched her tummy, shuddering in anticipation. Holden’s chest heaved as he slid down the bench, one leg hanging off each side. He dipped his head down between Mary Allison’s welcoming thighs. As his tongue made contact with her pussy, a jolt of sexual arousal spread across the sensitive area.
“Yes, Holden! Yes!” She tangled her hands in his hair.
He kissed and licked the lips of her entrance, tracing every tiny millimeter over and over again. The delicious teasing dove her mad with a hungry, lustful craving. Any apprehensions she harbored hung wordlessly in her throat, unable to bypass her thick, raspy gasps. At long last, Holden’s tongue grazed the needy button
