The Casual Rule by A.C. Netzel Page B

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    He places his hands on my waist, turning me back around to face him.
    “Take off your bra,” he murmurs.
    Okay, I can do this. If I were on a beach in Europe, I’d be topless and it would be no big deal. They’re just breasts, right? I slide my bra straps down and then unclasp the hooks in the back. I hold my bra up against my breasts with my hands, take a deep breath, and drop it to the floor.
    Ben is gazing at me, nodding appreciatively.
    I swallow hard and find my voice. “I think it’s your turn. You’re wearing too much.”
    “I’m all yours.” He opens his arms up wide with a lustful grin.
    I have undressed Ben in my daydreams dozens of times. There’s no way I’m passing up this opportunity. Pushing aside the fact that I’m standing naked in front of him with the exception of my white lace panties and heels, I unbutton his shirt. His eyes occasionally peek at my breasts as he licks his lips. I know he’s itching to touch me but he’s resisting.
    Carefully, I slide his shirt off his shoulders and it drops to the floor. I pull off his V neck undershirt. It’s blindingly white. How the hell does he get his whites so bright? Get a grip, that’s a question for another day.
     I run my hands up and down his muscular chest, my fingernails making tiny circles on his small patch of chest hair.  His skin is so warm; it’s everything I imagined it would be. I glide my hand over the V line that points the way straight to his erection straining against his jeans. I love that he wants me as badly as I want him.
    “You look happy to be here,” I say softly, my eyes focused on the bulge in his pants.
    “I think that’s apparent.” His voice is low and sultry.
    I unbuckle his belt, then unbutton and unzip his jeans. Hoping that I can do this without looking too clumsy, I bend down to the floor, take off his shoes and socks and pull down his jeans as he steps out of them.
    I stand back up. Our lustful gazes meet. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He brushes his lips lightly against mine, kissing me. Our kiss deepens, our tongues entwined, dancing around each other. I don’t know how I’m still standing.
    “I want to be inside you,” he whispers as he kisses my neck.
    “Yes,” I breathe. I feel his smile against my neck. I know there is no turning back.
    “Sit on the edge of the bed, Julia.”
    I comply immediately. Ben bends down and takes off my shoes. He runs his hands up my legs and lightly pushes me down to the bed. I twist around until my head is on the pillow. He walks to the end of the bed and takes off his boxer briefs springing his erection free, proving the shoe size theory is correct. Big shoes, big Ben. I’m either going to have the time of my life riding it… or that massive boner is going to kill me. I’m willing to take the chance.
    He crawls up the end of the bed beside me, hooks his fingers around my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs until I’m naked.
    “You are fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
    He lies down next to me, inhaling deeply at the crook of my neck and kissing it. He slides down my body, pressing delicate kisses against my skin as he descends to my breasts. He brushes his thumb against my nipple then takes it in his mouth, gently sucking it, circling it with the tip of his tongue. I take a deep breath and moan softly. My back arches up toward the ceiling. Oh, this is heavenly. He brushes his lips across one breast and then moves to the other; the prickly feel of his stubble is making my nerve endings hyper-sensitive. He takes my other nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, teasing it with his tongue, looking up at me with a wicked grin. I smile back at him. We’ve hardly begun and I already know this is going to be the best sex I’ll ever have.
    Light, delicate kisses trail down my stomach, his tongue circling around my navel before continuing down. I feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. It’s driving me wild, sending