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his chest, feeling his pectoral muscle. He amazed her in many ways, and one of which was his ability to keep his schedule jam-packed with business meetings, dates with super-models, while still managing to work out in the gym every day. He was in terrific shape, and she enjoyed the feel of his body under her hand. She trailed her fingers across his skin to find his nipple, which she caressed with her finger tips, teasing it until they stood proud and tall. His tongue was sliding against hers, and his hand was wrapped tightly around her waist. She wanted him.
They spent a long time kissing, and slowly feeling their way around over the top of their clothes. Liona remembered this about Carlson from last time: as much as he had a reputation as a fast mover, and as a bold, aggressive businessman, he was a very patient lover, taking endless pleasure in each step, and never trying to rush ahead. When he eventually moved his hand near her breast, he looked her in the eye and to make sure that she was okay with it; her smile was enough to tell him it was.
They were tangled together when she rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. He smiled up at her as she unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Her breasts, which were still swollen with breastmilk, strained against her bra.
"You look so amazingly beautiful," he said. She smiled and reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and freeing her constrained breasts.
"I bet you say that to all the forensic accountants," she said, leaning down to kiss him, her firm breasts pressing against his chest.
"Sure I do," he laughed, rolling her over so that he was on top. He kissed down the side of her neck, pausing at her collarbone, running his lips back and forth across the smooth, sensitive skin. "So beautiful," he said in a voice barely loud enough to hear. He kissed the top of her breast and put his hands on her, stroking her skin with his smooth hands and feeling her.
"Your breasts are different," he said, kissing around the areola of her right breast. "Did you…do something?"
Of course they're different, she thought to herself. I've spent the last six months breast-feeding your child with them. They're still full of milk, even though I'm trying to ween a baby. But you don't know that because after having sex with me, you never once followed up to see how I was doing.
"Silly man," she said. "A gentleman never asks a question like that."
He gave her nipple a succulent kiss. "I beg your forgiveness, my lady."
She worried for a moment that if he sucked her nipples too much she would begin lactating, but he quickly moved on, kissing his way back up to her neck, and then kissing her again on the lips.
"Take your shirt off," she told him, and while he finished unbuttoning his shirt, she unclasped her skirt and wriggled it down off her hips. He looked over her body, at the pair of black satin panties that covered her bottom, down to the sheer black stay-up stockings on her legs. She had always been a fit person, and proud of her body. Her post-pregnancy figure was something she struggled with, and she had been conscientious about exercising and eating well, despite her need to consume a lot of calories and fat to pass on to Ashley through her milk. She was happy with how she looked again, and the look of desire on Carlson's face told her that he approved as well.
He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her, then slowly began stroking her up and down her side, from her waist down to her thighs and back up. Liona eased herself down onto her back, pulling him down as well. He climbed on top of her and she wrapped her thighs around him, clutching his body to hers. She needed him now. She needed him so much.
Carlson kissed his way down her body, not stopping at her breasts this time, but caressing and kissing until he reached the waistband of her black panties. "May I?" he asked, hooking his thumbs under the elastic.
"Please do."
He pulled them down,
They spent a long time kissing, and slowly feeling their way around over the top of their clothes. Liona remembered this about Carlson from last time: as much as he had a reputation as a fast mover, and as a bold, aggressive businessman, he was a very patient lover, taking endless pleasure in each step, and never trying to rush ahead. When he eventually moved his hand near her breast, he looked her in the eye and to make sure that she was okay with it; her smile was enough to tell him it was.
They were tangled together when she rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. He smiled up at her as she unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Her breasts, which were still swollen with breastmilk, strained against her bra.
"You look so amazingly beautiful," he said. She smiled and reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and freeing her constrained breasts.
"I bet you say that to all the forensic accountants," she said, leaning down to kiss him, her firm breasts pressing against his chest.
"Sure I do," he laughed, rolling her over so that he was on top. He kissed down the side of her neck, pausing at her collarbone, running his lips back and forth across the smooth, sensitive skin. "So beautiful," he said in a voice barely loud enough to hear. He kissed the top of her breast and put his hands on her, stroking her skin with his smooth hands and feeling her.
"Your breasts are different," he said, kissing around the areola of her right breast. "Did you…do something?"
Of course they're different, she thought to herself. I've spent the last six months breast-feeding your child with them. They're still full of milk, even though I'm trying to ween a baby. But you don't know that because after having sex with me, you never once followed up to see how I was doing.
"Silly man," she said. "A gentleman never asks a question like that."
He gave her nipple a succulent kiss. "I beg your forgiveness, my lady."
She worried for a moment that if he sucked her nipples too much she would begin lactating, but he quickly moved on, kissing his way back up to her neck, and then kissing her again on the lips.
"Take your shirt off," she told him, and while he finished unbuttoning his shirt, she unclasped her skirt and wriggled it down off her hips. He looked over her body, at the pair of black satin panties that covered her bottom, down to the sheer black stay-up stockings on her legs. She had always been a fit person, and proud of her body. Her post-pregnancy figure was something she struggled with, and she had been conscientious about exercising and eating well, despite her need to consume a lot of calories and fat to pass on to Ashley through her milk. She was happy with how she looked again, and the look of desire on Carlson's face told her that he approved as well.
He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her, then slowly began stroking her up and down her side, from her waist down to her thighs and back up. Liona eased herself down onto her back, pulling him down as well. He climbed on top of her and she wrapped her thighs around him, clutching his body to hers. She needed him now. She needed him so much.
Carlson kissed his way down her body, not stopping at her breasts this time, but caressing and kissing until he reached the waistband of her black panties. "May I?" he asked, hooking his thumbs under the elastic.
"Please do."
He pulled them down,
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