BumpnGrind
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Garrett’s lips left hers and trailed down her throat. His hand skimmed across her buns and along her hips, his fingers tucking beneath the tiny top to rest on the silky skin of her waist.
“It’s all good now.” He lowered his head, touching the side of her neck with a soft, heated kiss. “All I want to do is make long, sweet love to you.” His lips trailed to her chin and he nipped her there, gently, playfully.
Felicia’s body wept with need, her breasts painful with fullness under his hands. Garrett’s lips touched her cheek and lingered there, giving her the sweetest kiss. “I want to do it now.”
Felicia opened her eyes, shocked. “But…”
Garrett covered her lips with his. He grabbed her hips and pulled them up tight against his body, showing her how very much he needed her.
Despite her awareness of the other people in the building, of the thin layer of glass which was all that was between them and about a hundred rosy-cheeked yogis, Felicia felt her resistance sliding away under the determined onslaught of Garrett’s tongue and hands.
He slanted his head and deepened their kiss, sliding a hand up her back to cup the back of her head, holding her into the whirlwind he was creating with his mouth. Felicia made a little sound in her throat. Her mind had gone muzzy with lust.
After a moment she couldn’t remember what she’d been worried about.
All she wanted was the heated satin of his body stroking hers.
The intensity of the fire between them was intimidating. Garrett had thought he could play with her for a few minutes and then go on with his night, picking it up again later, in the privacy of his home. But a single touch, a single taste of Felicia was all he needed to lose complete control.
His cock strained against the malleable material of his oversized shorts, tenting them noticeably. He was beyond thought, beyond restraint, completely beyond caring about anything at all except the soft, sweetly panting woman beneath his hands.
He hooked his thumbs in the band of her yoga pants and tugged them down to her thighs.
Felicia gasped, dragging her lips from his. “We can’t! The door!”
Her beautiful eyes were lidded with lust, her lips swollen. Unable to help himself, Garrett lowered his head and captured her supple lower lip between his teeth, worrying it gently.
When he let her go he sighed, placing his forehead against hers. “You’re right. This is definitely not the right place to do this.”
Felicia nodded and sighed, her body slumping with regret.
Garrett lifted her chin, smiling. “But I don’t care. I can’t wait to have you again.”
Without warning, Garrett grabbed her hips and lifted her, turning to press her back against the door. “There. Now nobody can get in unless we let them in.”
Felicia burst into slightly hysterical laughter that turned to a gasp when Garrett dragged her soft cami up to her chin and captured a demanding nipple in his hot mouth. Felicia’s objections died on her lips as he slid a hard finger into her pussy.
She was so wet, so ready for him she wanted to cry.
Her back was pressed against a frosted window in the door. She knew anyone who was looking would see her there, smashed against the glass like a bug on the windshield.
Laughter burbled up into her throat and she let it free, suddenly not caring.
Garrett’s mouth moved to the other breast and Felicia slid her fingers into the heavy silk of his hair. He felt like heaven against her. His heat, the firm roundness of his beautiful muscles, the soft contrast of his blond curls against her skin.
His mouth slid upward, to nibble the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck. Felicia gasped and dropped her head, allowing him free rein of her throat.
He removed his finger and added a second, plunging them deep into her hungry body. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it as his fingers fucked her wet channel.
“Oh my god, Garrett! Don’t ever stop.” She gasped as her muscles tightened, on the edge of beautiful relief. “You feel so damn good.”
But Garrett did stop. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and dropped to his knees, lifting one of her legs so he could reach the throbbing nub between her thighs with his hot mouth.
Felicia groaned long and hard as the moist heat closed over her needy little bud. Pleasure swept through her, tightening her muscles even farther and locking breath within her lungs.
His talented lips sucked and his hot tongue licked until Felicia thought she’d die from pleasure. She placed one hand on his head, holding him close as he pulled her inexorably closer to the flames that danced just out of reach in her mind. Her other hand found an aching breast and tweaked her nipple, enjoying the rush of pleasure spearing from her breast right to her soaking pussy.
She danced at the edge of those flames, feeling their heat. Her body hovered on that flickering edge, hungry, desperate, and determined to enjoy the burn. Each pull of Garrett’s strong lips sent a fiery spear of pleasure searing through her body, sending her just that much closer to the fire.
Desire built and climbed beneath her skin until, finally, Felicia shattered into a million, wonderful pieces and she fell over, screaming his name, as her body fractured apart.
Her pussy milked his fingers hard, demandingly.
Garrett stood up and pressed against her, grinning. “Well, you’ve done it now.”
That was when Felicia realized she’d screamed. Her mouth formed a horrified “oh” and she stilled, listening.
Sure enough, the busy rumble of moments before was gone. It was as if the entire building had stopped to listen to them.
Felicia covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes dancing with embarrassment and delight.
The sound of very loud salsa music suddenly filled the space and Garrett chuckled. “Good job, Pene.”
Felicia laughed too. Her laughter was cut off very quickly as Garrett picked her up and turned her, depositing her on her ass on the top of Penelope’s desk.
“Penelope isn’t gonna be happy if she finds out you’re making looooo—ohhh…my lord!”
Garrett buried himself deeply inside her wondrous pussy, feeling the silken muscles mold and wrap him in their hot embrace. Paused within her, he allowed the breath he’d been holding to escape him. A single word danced across his consciousness as he savored her body’s embrace.
Home.
He wrapped his arms around her knees and levered her butt off the desk, driving himself even more deeply into her massaging heat. Felicia closed her eyes and palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he thrust.
Garrett slid comfortably into the salsa music booming through the studio, allowing the beat to guide the tempo and intensity of his thrusts.
The spicy beat fired his body and sent his pulse soaring. The sight and feel of the beautiful woman beneath him made his skin burn with unresolved need. He tucked Felicia’s calves over his shoulders and reached between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing it briskly as he increased the intensity of his thrusts.
With his other hand he cupped a swelling breast, savoring the dense heaviness against his palm.
His muscles tightened under his building orgasm. Sweat poured down his face. His cock swelled and he became almost painfully aware of the silken channel caressing it. Each skim of flesh against flesh created a razor-sharp response jolting through his skin. His balls rose tight and firm against his body, throbbing with the need for release.
Felicia’s eyes were closed and her eyelids began to flutter, her hands clamping convulsively onto his arms. Her muscles tightened beneath his hands, her pussy gave his cock a testing squeeze, and she went over, her head thrashing on the desk.
Garrett closed his eyes and let his muscles soften. He plunged deep and stopped, catching his breath in a gasp as release teetered just outside his grasp and then tipped, sending bright shards of delight swelling through him.
His cock jumped once, his balls tightening to the point of pain, and then offered blessed relief as he gave up
his sensual offering with a groan. Wave after wave of delight swept him as he came.
As the layers of pleasure softened, Garrett leaned over Felicia and captured her panting breath in a soft kiss. “That was amazing.”
Felicia gave her response in the form of a passionate kiss that put ideas of further playtime in his head.
The salsa music stopped abruptly and Garrett pulled away. “We need to pull ourselves together, we’re about to get a visit from the head yogi.”
Felicia’s face burned red with embarrassment but she took Garrett’s hand and slid off the desk, quickly pulling her clothing over her body.
Garrett barely got his clothes back into place before the door opened. He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk, trying to look innocent.
Penelope stuck her head into the office. She was grinning. “You’ve lost your class for tonight, Garrett. I’m taking it. And Felicia…” Her grin widened. “There’s just no room in the class for you. I’m sorry.” She started to close the door and then opened it again, her green eyes sparking with mischief. “Maybe Garrett should take you home and give you a private lesson.” She giggled as she closed the door.
Remembering the last private yoga lesson they’d shared Felicia licked her lips. “I’m up for a private lesson if you are.”
Garrett grinned and gave her ponytail a tug before tucking her under his arm. “I’ll race ya to my house.”
Felicia squealed and surged out from under his arm. “You’re on!”
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Award-winning author Sam Cheever mixes in a little fun, a little magic and a little real-life spice to create her sexy fantasy characters. Sam’s fun-loving creations fight their way through a dizzying array of dangerous challenges without letting little things like the end of the world, angry, manipulative gods, evil dark-world denizens, or killing Furies dampen their zest for life and hot love!
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