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Kate found herself rolling up her skirt past her underwear and parting her legs for him on the bench. She wanted his hands between her legs so badly, to feel that strength and skill on the most intimate and sensitive corners of her.

He eventually took the hint and teased her by applying pressure over her panties, where she was wet for him.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned over her lips. “You are all ready, aren’t you?”

She laughed breathlessly over his mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips with an urgency she had never felt before. “Yes, I am,” she said, gasping. “I want more, Devlin.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

He pushed harder against her clit, and she let out a high-pitched squeal. It had been so long since any hand but her own had touched her between her legs. It felt like lightning striking an open field, so powerful and chaotic.

“Oh, Devlin,” she moaned into his mouth.

He moved his mouth down her neck, breathing in deeply, absorbing her scent like she was his oxygen. He moved two fingers in a circle, still outside her underwear, and Kate felt herself rolling her hips in motion with his movements, begging and needing more.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

“Oh, that’s it, baby.” He looked up at her from the nape of her neck, a dark and sensual look passing through his eyes. “I can’t wait to taste you and make you feel like a burning star.”

Kate was more aroused than she had ever been, her panties beginning to soak through to the pads of his fingers, and his mouth moved farther down her shoulder, eventually ending up between the valley of her breasts.

“Now, these are spectacular,” he whispered. “These belong in a museum.”

She smiled, still writhing underneath his touch, and threw her head back on the bench when he began kissing her cleavage. His lips felt like cool ice over the hot flames of her needy skin.

Kate could still see the moon peeking through the trees above, acting as their own voyeur as they began exploring each other’s most intimate, hidden corners.

ELEVEN

DEVLIN

Devlin was more thrilled than he had ever been in his life as he started to move his hands up Kate’s thighs, feeling her warmth build the closer he got to her hot center. Her mouth was delicious, and he imagined that the tantalizing treat between her legs was even more appetizing.

Devlin was a considerate man in bed, even when he wasn’t exactly crazy about the person he was trying to please. He thought that it was important that the woman feel appreciated, that she feel the height of pleasure, to show her that she was worth all of the effort that all the men before him had never made.

It was just something he was prideful about, but the belief shot through the roof when he kissed Kate’s breasts, feeling the vibration of her moan that cascaded down her long, supple throat.

She was an art piece that he wanted to study every single inch of with his mouth and his hands until she felt like her body was being sent to the moon.

“Oh, Devlin,” she crooned. “That feels so good, baby.”

He chuckled between her breasts, tracing her voluptuous cleavage with his tongue and continuing to rub her clit over her underwear. Her body was already starting to convulse beneath his touch, which made him wonder how she was going to respond when he actually started trying.

The thought made his cock as hard as stone. “Oh, I’m just getting started, honey,” he sang back to her.

She let out a sexy, sensual moan that nearly made Devlin’s cock burst through his pants. No one had ever gotten him this aroused in his life, nor had any woman made him want to take his time like this. She deserved to be worshiped and to be taken beyond the edge of her sanity with pleasure.

Devlin moved his hand from her clit, and she let out an inpatient gasp. He then brought his eyes back to hers, seeing them glisten with desire beneath the glow of the moonlight.

He moved from her chest to kneel on the ground before her, his eyes lined up perfectly with her generous plumage.

“I need to see you,” he said, running both hands over the flawless curve of her breasts. “I want to see these magnificent breasts of yours.”

Kate shot him a naughty grin and sat up on the bench. She began unbuttoning the blouse while Devlin continued to move his hands all over them, their smooth, wonderful shape. She then lightly pushed his hands away and popped both breasts out from her bra at the same time.

She sat on the bench, underneath the shine of the moon, with its light tracing over both of them. Devlin leaned back on his knees and reached out like a treasure hunter appreciating the sight of the rarest of gold.

“Holy fuck, Kate,” he grunted. “You are so fucking sexy.”


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