Chapter 217 Beyond Control:>>4

• "Jesus, David....don't. We shouldn't -" and then her lips were on mine again, pressing hard, her tongue into my mouth.
• I remembered how her ass had looked when she bent over - the smooth ivory of her skin and the delicious divide between her buttocks and her anus nestling between then, so fresh and pink - and the moist slit of her vagina beyond. I curled my fingers around her cheeks, pressing the material in between them, my fingertips reaching in, reaching in. She was pressing her body against me and rubbing herself against the logjam in my pants, and her nipples drilled into my chest like heated pebbles.
• Her dress had ridden up now and my fingers were touching her panties, pressing into her crack. She lifted one leg and hooked it over my hip and I could feel the heat and wetness there, the gusset slick under my touch, and my heart was pounding. I wanted this to go on forever, to keep touching her. She pressed her face into my shoulder, her hands gripping me tightly, and we clutched at each other in desperation in the quietness of the house, my fingers dipping under the strip of material - touching her there for the first time, slippery with her juices. Her sex was like a flower under my fingers, the labia folded back and the centre wet and open like ripe fruit. I pressed my fingers in, sliding into her body.