Without letting go of her left hand, he turned his lips to kiss her right fingers, a wet and needy kiss. He felt the smooth, spongy texture of her tongue and it electrified him.
He mustn’t go any further. Norman knew from the women of Italy – from Cristina, too – that once he passed a certain point, kissing a woman as intriguing as Agnes Limerick, he’d be unable to stop himself. But this kiss with this girl! Unlike any other he’d ever experiences with a woman, it seemed divine providence intervened to bring their bodies together. He felt the stirring of passion in his pants. It felt so good, rubbing back and forth against his shorts, the head poking out from his boxers, feeling the smooth cotton of his chinos as his shaft grew to a full arousal.
He began to thrust his body toward hers. For the first time, he knew she wanted him, just as he wanted her. Her eyes, her mouth, her tongue all told him, I want this, here and now. This is your purpose for me, the one thing you can give me that really matters. He felt the erection between his legs, a protrusion that now stood straight up between his legs, demanding release. He could not be tamed now.
He buried his lips into hers, his tongue deep inside, kissing her in a way he never thought possible. It felt exactly right. He broke free and breathed hard. He read in her eyes. Take me with you now, Norman. I need to be connected to you. Now.
Norman went over and locked the front door, feeling the bobbing pleasure between his legs with every step. He came back, grabbed her by the waist, and led her to the back office. Once inside, they shed their clothes. He plunged himself inside her.
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