He always enjoyed foreplay, teasing, and fucking whoever his current partner was and making sure she was satisfied. But with Chelsea, he wanted to devour her. Taste every inch of her milky white skin and kiss each and every freckle that peppered over her curves. And her curves. Dear God she had curves for days that he wanted to explore. He wanted to know what spots on her body were the most sensitive. Where could he kiss her that made her body shiver? Where was she most ticklish and what kind of touch would elicit her sexy little giggles? He intended to find out. First, he needed to taste. Yes—to taste every bit of her flesh that hadn’t even been exposed yet. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that as aroused as he was, he didn’t dare do more than take his shirt off. His trousers were staying on in order to help him control himself from getting greedy and fucking her before he got to lick her until she cried out for him again. How many times had she been the epitome of his fantasies?
