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 is an urgency in his touch as he moves his hands frantically through my hair, down my sides, and around to my backside. It's like he can't decide where to touch me first. My hands are no better, continuously sliding over every square of inch of his body that they can manage. Taylor's lips, however, take their time. The soft skin caresses mine gently a few times before moving to press a kiss to each of my cheeks. He uses his nose to nudge the angle of my jaw wider, giving him access to my neck. His lips continue to work their way down, stopping at the sensitive skin of my collar bone. He nips at my flesh, releasing a sigh from my own lips. The quick movements have slowed to a near halt, allowing us to savor each touch.
I pull him by his lapels into my room, closing the door behind us. Once we're inside, Taylor wastes no time reaching between us to pull on the knot around my waist. The fabric of my robe falls open, exposing the nothingness underneath. The cold air causes my breath to hitch for the slightest of seconds, but it does nothing to slow me down in my exploration of Taylor's body. Taylor grumbles something in a low voice, but he too, doesn't allow my nakedness stop his quest. No words are important enough to earn a place in the air surrounding us. We need to talk, but I can't form a coherent sentence at this point. All conversation are going to have to wait.
After what feels like an eternity, Taylor finally moves his hands over my body. My nipples salute him in greeting as he rubs and flicks them. I fall against the door, unable to hold myself up as he continues to tease me. His mouth traces a path from my breasts back to my mouth, leaving behind a trail of slick skin from his tongue and the tender kisses he plants in his path.
He presses further into me, giving me the weight of his body, but also his growing erection. My own anticipation grows to a desperate level as I practically climb him like a tree. Taylor takes the hint, using his hands under my ass to lift me gently. I wrap my legs around his middle, desperate to not lose the connection we've created.
"Couch," I breathe in between kisses. With three of his large steps we're across the room in seconds. Taylor moves to lay me gently on the futon underneath my bed, but cracks his head on the wooden frame in the process. We laugh open mouthed against one another, but don't dare break our contact. Instead, he swallows my giggles in between kisses.
I stretch my body out beneath his to give him the access he wants and that I crave.My body is his map and his lips are his compass as Taylor continues to explore me. It doesn't feel like uncharted land for us. Taylor seems to know exactly where to go. He pauses at my most sensitive spots like their his favorite landmarks. He takes his time to stroke and caress me, leaving me panting for more.
Taylor is far too covered considering my current state. I scramble to undress him. His jacket comes off easily and then I move to unbutton his shirt. I curse at how insufficient the speed at which my fingers are moving is. When I make it down far enough, Taylor leans back slightly to help me the rest of the way, except he doesn't mess with the buttons at all. Instead, he rips the opening of the shirt until the last few pop open, giving him the slack he needs to slip it off completely. The act itself is enough to keep me going, but the way his eyes burn into me as he finally takes my body in are what have me writhing beneath him.
