Haley's Cabin

played with hers, driving her feverish body wild. Haley clutched at his shoulders, wiggling atop his

muscular thighs. The feel of his hard length against her belly fueled her own need to have more. To have

all of him deep inside her aching body.

His arms closed around her, crushing her breasts against his muscled pectorals. The caresses her nipples

received from his soft, dark chest hair nearly made her come. Then, with no warning, he broke the kiss

and she almost groaned aloud in torment. When Haley opened her eyes, Jay was smiling down at her.

Before her numb mind formed a question, he pulled her upward and stared at her chest. The carnal

promise in his eyes had her breasts swelling.

“I love your sweet tits,” he rasped. “They’re just right. So perky and supple and all mine .”

Her breath caught in her throat as he sucked one turgid peak into his hot, wet mouth. She felt the wild

sensations clear to her throbbing center. He licked and nibbled and Haley pushed against him, wanting

him with total abandon. He pulled away and moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same slow,

torturous attention before releasing it with an audible pop.

“Don’t you think they’re too small?” she managed to ask now he was no longer teasing her with his

talented lips and tongue.

“The idea that bigger is better is really just a myth, sweetheart.”

She managed a smile at that bit of nonsense. “Oh, really?”

He gave her an ornery smile. “Really. What a man wants is a tempting amount of plump flesh to suck on

and play with. Luscious, round nipples that turn all hard and perky with just a look. And yours are grade

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A, baby. You can trust me on this.”

“Thank you. I never realized…what I mean is, Eric always thought I was too flat. He wanted me to get

implants.” Damn. She hadn’t meant to bring him into their intimate encounter. The words were already

out before she knew what she was saying.

“Eric was an ass.”

Well, that was true enough, and Haley did kind of like the candid way Jay stated his feelings on the

subject. “You think so?”

While they talked, Jeremy had started kneading and squeezing her breasts, and his eyes watched every

stroke. Her mind felt scattered and crazed. Again she was beginning to lose the thread of the

conversation. At this rate, she’d be a blithering idiot by the time he finished with her.