A Taste of Spring

Chapter 11

SPRING

Spring had no idea things would ramp up so fast from just a kiss. One moment she was feeling like an ass for beating Dez so many times, making him feel worse than he already felt. She was here to make him feel better. The next minute she was on top of him while he kissed her senseless.

Heavens, he's a great kisser.

He was nothing like Troy or any of the other small number of guys she let kiss her in the past. At first, Spring almost ended the kiss, embarrassed that he would sense that she wasn't good at this intimate stuff. But, by the way he held onto her, and the strength of his kisses, it was as if her inexperience didn't matter. She was turned on...and her core-it was molten lava.

When she felt Dez's hand touch her leg, then slide up under her skirt and over her thigh, Spring felt a dizzying buzz of excitement. For the first time in her life, she felt like the pleasure of having sex might not be one-sided. Her stomach dropped the moment his hand made contact with the panties that barely covered her ass. He lifted her just a little with one hand while his fingers on the other hand trailed the inside rim of her underwear until they came to her core that she knew was soaking wet.

"Dez," She whispered. Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving.

"Please don't tell me to stop." He mumbled into her mouth as he slipped his fingers under the delicate fabric. "I want you so badly."

worth the loss. His fingers slipped easily into her creases while his

God," Spring cried out. Her need

what you want, Spring, she told herself. You

up at her with anxious but

It was long and thick with raised veins. The head was slightly wider than the shaft. It looked smooth with a sherbet-like color that made her lick her lips. Never before had she wanted to taste a

it was to her-a

Dezmond's cock, all she wanted to do

sex with him going

down when she felt her underwear

Those were her favorite pair.

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