Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him, it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at lea...
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There's an urgency in his touch as his hands frantically roam every inch of my body in a matter of seconds. They don't linger too long in one place, running through my hair, down my sides and then around to my backside. It's like Taylor isn't sure where to go first, but he also doesn't want to leave any spot untouched.
I'm no better. My fingertips have grazed every single suit covered part and are now working their across every sliver of exposed flesh, but it isn't enough. I use a fist full of his jacket to pull him into my room, slamming the door behind us. We're a mess of unsteady feet and shaky hands as our raging hormones attempt to claw their way to the surface of our actions.
The change of scenery snaps Taylor out of his frenzy and his lips start to move with purpose. Soft kisses caress the corner of my mouth, and then my cheek, before continuing their path down the slope of my neck.
The sound that escapes me makes him chuckle against my skin, and the action mixed with the slickness of his tongue forces little bumps to the surface of every single pore in my body.
"God, Camryn. Do you see what you do to me?" It's a rhetorical question, one I couldn't even answer if I wanted to. English feels foreign, all words escape me. The only thing I can focus on is remaining upright as Taylor's hands work their way to the front of my body, untying the knot in my robe. The rush of cool air the newly released folds brings stands no chance against the heat blooming over every inch of my flesh.
Taylor pulls his mouth from me for the first time in minutes, but it's only to study the bare skin on display for him. A wicked grin takes over his features. "We're you waiting for me?"
This question I answer. "For months."
Taylor uses his lips to pull the skin of mine from between my teeth. There's plenty more to be said, but all conversation is going to have to wait. I have been waiting for him. The thought of crashing into him, just like this, has been a constant vision in my mind for far longer than I'd like to admit. Except the new slower pace with which his mouth moves across my bare chest isn't something I could have dreamt up. A slow death builds deep in my core from the action alone, and I nearly come undone when he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth.
"Couch," I manage to pant through tight lips.
Taylor's large hands wrap around me to the back of my thighs, lifting and moving with little effort. In three of his long strides, my back is against the futon and Taylor is cracking his head against the wooden frame of my bed right above it.
"Fuck!" he yelps. I can't help the giggles that erupt from me, but Taylor just swallows it with another kiss.
"Rude," he says, mouth open against mine like he doesn't dare break the contact between us.
"If you weren't in such a rush," I tut just as he swipes my other breast into his mouth, forcing a similar yelp from my own mouth.
I scramble to undress him in the same hurried fashion I just made fun of him for. The need to see his body, to feel his flesh beneath my fingers is carnal in a way I can't explain. Taylor gladly lets me take the reins, moving his body slightly to allow me to slip his jacket off, and then he works a trail of kisses back up my body as I fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt.
