Realgood.
He found more to like about her when she demonstrated shewas a woman who wasn’t afraid to use her nails.
She eventually went for his ass.
He went for her tit.
It was generous, way more than a handful, the bud of hernipple hard against his palm.
Dutch liked the feel of that so much, he tore his mouth fromhers, angled, and gave it another occupation.
He drew her nipple in over her nightie and the noise thatbought him meant he disengaged, dragged her nightgown down, exposing her tohim, and he went back in.
She glided her fingers into his hair, moaning, “Dutch.”
Christ, they’d barely started, and he needed her pussy.
He returned to kissing her mouth, deep and wet, and when shegave over to his tongue, he guided a hand up her nightgown, over her hip, herbelly, and down.
She gasped around his tongue.
He ended the kiss but didn’t move his lips from hers.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”It was a plea.
This woman.
His woman.
Always more and more to her.
All of it good.
He obliged, sliding his hand in the top of her panties andin.
She opened her legs a little to give him more of that wetheat.
“Fuck,” he muttered, toying at the heart of the lusciousnessof her.
“Dutch.”
He rolled her clit.
“Dutch.”
He slid a finger inside.
Wet, hot andtight.
Christ.
It was going to be heaven, sinking in there.
“Ohmigod,Dutch.”
He stroked her, her hips moving with his rhythm, then hepulled out and rolled her clit again.
