Page 45 of Unwrapping Love


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He nudged her to lift so she could get closer to his mouth.

No way she wasn’t doing it.

“You’re lovely,” he said. “More than that. Beautiful. Stunning. I’ve been dreaming of these for days.”

He cupped both of her breasts in his large hands, pressed her together, then ran his tongue in between her cleavage, around the top of each globe, tracing one nipple, then finding his way to the other side and doing the same.

Her back arched, her lady lips clenched and dampness was quickly filling her panties.

Yeah, there’d be no disappointment here.

“You need to take your shirt off because I need a break.”

He chuckled as if he knew exactly what she was feeling.

She pulled his shirt up and over his head, her hands running across his chest.

“Do you like?”

She laughed. “You have a nice chest on you.”

More than nice. It wasn’t chiseled, but sculptured. A swimmer’s body.

Lean but toned. She preferred this to big, bulky gym muscles.

“Not as nice as yours,” he said.

He lowered his head again, his mouth latching onto a nipple while he sucked as if he was getting a day’s worth of nourishment from her body.

If she wasn’t so worked up, she’d let him do this all night long.

But she was hungry for more and he’d have to wait.

She slid off his lap, her feet hitting the floor so she could remove her leggings.

Her insulin pod was on her thigh. It’d be right there for him to view.

Her CGM sensor was on the back of her arm and he hadn’t said a word about it. Maybe he hadn’t seen it.

She took a mental deep breath and lowered her leggings and underwear.

When she stood back up, his eyes weren’t on her pump, but between her legs.

“You like to shave,” he said.

“It’s easier that way,” she said. “Just a daily thing.”

“I like it.” His hands reached forward to her hips and pulled her close while he slid down on the couch. “And I’ve got to taste it.”

“Of course you do,” she said.

His thumbs parted her lower lips, his tongue sliding in giving her a tiny lick, another, then yanked her to his face and suctioned his mouth to her swollen bud.

“Let it out,” he said.

It was as if he knew she was holding her breath.

When the air came out, so did a moan. A loud one. Then another.