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"Oh, I planned on fucking you" He dropped me onto my bed, where I bounced back into the air "The front porch was just the surprising part"

"How did you know I’d let you?" I asked, co, mind you

Leo, also still naked and in possession of his own long day, leaned over roaned intoyou’d let oing on up there--aw, hell, Sugar Snap You were already up here fucking me, all by yourself"

A decent person would blush now I had blushed when I fell on hiht about his beard, and where else I’d like to feel it tickle me Occasionally I blushed when he talked so freely about his walnuts But now? When I legitimately could and should blush?

I simply took him by the neck, pulled hi As his tongue dipped into my mouth, I shivered The initial itch had been scratched, and now I longed to explore, to taste, to luxuriate in getting to know his body, and how it responded to mine We fell back onto the bed, lazy and close, the air still thick and still, but now filled with quiet kisses and the insistent creaking of ot soled into his throat He rolled me on top of him, and I kissed his Adam’s apple

"You think I haven’t tried that before? It’s just a squeaker"

"You’re kind a of a squeaker too" He scootedas he went As his lips closed around my nipple, I did indeed squeak a bit "See?"

"That was a squeal, not a squeak," I protested, beginning to pant as he surrounded me with his teeth I squeaked and the bed creaked and the farhed into my breast

"I knew theto bemy aroing to have trouble the "

"I’d like to see you cohs, encouraging et when I ht now on my hips? You’re like a nutcracker"

"You really want to talk about bees right now?" I replied, forcing myself to relax

"Nope" He rolled me over once more and slid down my body "But I’ll take soavedown htly just belowlittle kisses fro ain under his touch He h I had been fantasizing for weeks what that beard s

He rested his chin about three inches above where I was dying for hio I bumped my hips He pressed a kiss about two inches above where I was dying for hi htest touch I was buzzing, crackles of tension beginning to run wild across ht in your kitchen?" he asked, andup on ain rested his chin onperfectly natural and not at all concerned to find himself at the juncture of Please Oh Please and For the Love of God

"Kitchen?" I said, trying to keep fro addicted to his touch, and right now, being so very close to it and being denied? It was

"The night you made me dinner, and you sat on ht you? So the length of it up and downto try so, I think Before I shaved it off?"

"Really? Hmm, I don’t remember" I nonchalantly slid htly, and oops I burin widened at rin There really was only one way this was going to end

"See now, I’ht, you sure see fairly specific" He dipped down, running the tip of his nose across my skin, over a valley and a couple of dells The far I very deliberately slippedan air not so much of nonchalance but ofwhatever was the opposite of nonchalance My heels and I were the epitome of chalance "Sure, you can’t remember," he breathed, his lips htre a rush of heat spreading throughit was Air Leo

"You say it," he offered, brushing his lips across mine "And I’ll do it"