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    Till We Meet Again // A B/T Beginning Story Chapter 41

    I thought we didn’t have enough time to make love but she slowed time to a stop for me with her breath-taking kisses and electric touch. I could no longer count in seconds and minutes. I was beginning to understand time in a non-linear, non-metric way. Time would stop when she kissed me. It only moved when her lips parted mine.

    I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, the blood pounding in my ears. Our tongues tangled feverishly. She was kissing me one moment, ravaging me the next, making my core cream with sensual excitement.

    She toyed with my nipples tenderly, delicately teasing them, making me both moan and whimper with need for her. My breasts seem to swell in her hands, pulsing and throbbing at the same time. I knew she was trying to be gentle with me and I loved her even more for it. She sucked one of my taut buds deep into her mouth, swirling it around and scraping it lightly with her teeth.

    “Bette…” Her name on my lips was becoming my new mantra. It was imprinted on my mind, my body, my soul. I was putty in her hands. I was made for her. How could I ever even think about living a lie with someone else? Right here, right now, in her arms, it didn’t even strike as a remote possibility.

    She sucked my breast deep into her mouth, sucking and releasing, repeating it again and again, driving me to the edge and back. I gripped her strong shoulders, raking my nails down her muscular back.

    Her hands stroked and petted my inner thighs. She was both building and stoking a deep ache inside me that was spreading like wildfire all over my body. She just had to touch me and my juices flowed. I spread my legs wider willing her to take me. She seemed to get the message, unbuckled the strap-on and cupped my wet and throbbing center. I could hardly wait. I wanted her to enter and fuck me hard and fast. Instead, she placed soft gentle bites on my neck, peppered my shoulders with kisses, massaging my core slowly. My mouth opened slightly and I squirmed in anticipation. I knew nothing but her touch. I arched into her caress, needing much more than she is giving me.

    Comments

    1. You say you such at writing sex scenes. Are you freakin’ insane. This was about the hottest thing I’ve ever read! If you read my love scene it’s crap compared to this …

    2. Always love seeing you post and can’t imagine not sticking with the story… got to know how they finally admit to their relationship. No worries with your NC-17…always hot!!

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