He dusts gentle, sensual kisses over my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples, and I can’t laugh anymore, because I’m already moaning, pleasure zinging along my skin.
“Body by cake,” he muses and I chuckle, but then stop laughing as soon as his lips sweep across my pecs. Then River straddles me, sets his hands on either side of my chest, and dips his face to me. “Don’t mind if I do.” I settle on the pillow and park my hands behind my head. “I’ll just go barefoot the rest of the night then,” I say as I lie down. “See? I’m even harder now that I’m seeing you sockless.” “It’s an erection destroyer for sure,” he says, then glances at his crotch. I take off my socks, tossing them far away. Please, lie down and bask in the features of this car,” he says, with a carnal lick of his lips. “Welcome to my BMW Blow Job Extravaganza. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, shakes it out like he’s a servant for a prince, then lays it on the carpet. My whole world is like a fantastic dream sequence right now, with everything I’ve longed for coming true. “Be my guest,” I say, as sparks fly across my skin, as my blood runs with liquid gold. “I need to play with this whole beautiful body and kiss you all over.” “Imma need you all the way naked for this, hottie,” he says as he roams his hands over my pecs, down my arms, then back the other way, retracing his motions and returning to the waistband of my jeans, still unzipped. So happy I tug off my shirt in one quick move. I laugh, pretty happy that he likes what he feels. His hands journey up my abs, and he hums as he goes.
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