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Authors: Michele Bardsley
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You’re mine and I’m yours.”
Lissa gave in. She wanted Sam. Lust was simple. But he wanted more from her than just sex. If she let herself, she might let herself fall in love with him, too.
But tonight … tonight was about the fantasy.
She pushed him onto his back and crawled between his legs. He had given her such exquisite pleasure that she wanted to give him the same. They had all night to play.
Now, it was Sam’s turned to be tortured.
Lissa rose onto her side. Leaning forward, she kissed his naked chest. His skin was all muscled curves and ridges. She feasted on his pectorals, kissing every centimeter of flesh. She flicked her tongue across each nipple.
He groaned and the sound rumbled under mouth.
She licked the space between his pecs, tasting the faint musk of his skin. As she explored his body with fingers and lips, his hands were restless on her back, her shoulders, her buttocks.
Her engine was getting revved all over again. Sam looped his hands under her arms and pulled her forward so his mouth could ravage her breasts.
Zings traveled from nipples to pussy as he tugged one peak, then the other, between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly against the turgid points. The need built; an ache that bloomed between her thighs.
Despite his protests, she scooted down and rubbed her nipples over his chest. She reached between their bodies and grasped his hard-on. She squeezed his cock then caressed it. Yummy. She adored the feel of his shaft against her palm.
“Let me taste you,” she murmured.
She crawled between his legs, her hands coasting up his thighs. Lissa wanted to feel that big, thick cock slide inside her again. She fondled his balls, squeezing them lightly.
Sam’s hands fisted in the bedcovers and his hips thrust, a silent begging for her mouth. She ignored that plea, stroking him rough then soft.
Finally Lissa took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it, working his length into full hardness. She enjoyed the taste his maleness, loved how his shaft slid between her willing lips.
She savored his cock, kissing it from base to head before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking it. Torturing him with endless tongue swirls and long licks, she took all of him.
His hands dove into her hair and held her captive. Not content with her gentle worshipping, he fucked her mouth. She held on to his thighs and took his strokes, her tongue teasing the cock pumping between her lips.
With a persecuted groan, Sam released her, gasping and panting. She saw pre-come pearl the tip of his penis and she sucked it away.
Sam looked at her, his eyes glazed. “I want you.”
“I’ll fuck you,” she said, “but don’t come.”
“You don’t ask for much, do you?”
Smiling wickedly, she rose to her knees then planted herself on either side of his hips. She slid her hand between her legs and pinched her clit. Pre-orgasm shivers wracked her. She rubbed her slick inner folds then spread them apart and showed him her cunt.
“Oh, God.”
“Just remember, you started it.” Lissa pressed down and slicked her pussy across his cock.
Reaching down, Lissa guided Sam’s cock inside her pussy.
Their breathing was harsh, shallow. Their gazes mirrored passion. Sam grasped her hips and thrust upward. His calculated strokes drove her mad. An ache stole across her, made her belly tight with need, made her core spiral with pleasure.
He released her hips and played with her breasts, pulling on her sensitive nipples, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Then she felt his thumb stroking her clit and she squeezed her vaginal muscles as she fucked him, over and over.
“Don’t come,” she warned him. “Not yet.”
“You’re … killing … me.”
The bliss sparked and wham! She shattered into a thousand glittering shards.
“Lissa…”
She lifted off of him and kneeled between his legs again. She licked her own essence off his cock. She enjoyed the taste of his maleness mixed with her
Lissa gave in. She wanted Sam. Lust was simple. But he wanted more from her than just sex. If she let herself, she might let herself fall in love with him, too.
But tonight … tonight was about the fantasy.
She pushed him onto his back and crawled between his legs. He had given her such exquisite pleasure that she wanted to give him the same. They had all night to play.
Now, it was Sam’s turned to be tortured.
Lissa rose onto her side. Leaning forward, she kissed his naked chest. His skin was all muscled curves and ridges. She feasted on his pectorals, kissing every centimeter of flesh. She flicked her tongue across each nipple.
He groaned and the sound rumbled under mouth.
She licked the space between his pecs, tasting the faint musk of his skin. As she explored his body with fingers and lips, his hands were restless on her back, her shoulders, her buttocks.
Her engine was getting revved all over again. Sam looped his hands under her arms and pulled her forward so his mouth could ravage her breasts.
Zings traveled from nipples to pussy as he tugged one peak, then the other, between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly against the turgid points. The need built; an ache that bloomed between her thighs.
Despite his protests, she scooted down and rubbed her nipples over his chest. She reached between their bodies and grasped his hard-on. She squeezed his cock then caressed it. Yummy. She adored the feel of his shaft against her palm.
“Let me taste you,” she murmured.
She crawled between his legs, her hands coasting up his thighs. Lissa wanted to feel that big, thick cock slide inside her again. She fondled his balls, squeezing them lightly.
Sam’s hands fisted in the bedcovers and his hips thrust, a silent begging for her mouth. She ignored that plea, stroking him rough then soft.
Finally Lissa took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it, working his length into full hardness. She enjoyed the taste his maleness, loved how his shaft slid between her willing lips.
She savored his cock, kissing it from base to head before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking it. Torturing him with endless tongue swirls and long licks, she took all of him.
His hands dove into her hair and held her captive. Not content with her gentle worshipping, he fucked her mouth. She held on to his thighs and took his strokes, her tongue teasing the cock pumping between her lips.
With a persecuted groan, Sam released her, gasping and panting. She saw pre-come pearl the tip of his penis and she sucked it away.
Sam looked at her, his eyes glazed. “I want you.”
“I’ll fuck you,” she said, “but don’t come.”
“You don’t ask for much, do you?”
Smiling wickedly, she rose to her knees then planted herself on either side of his hips. She slid her hand between her legs and pinched her clit. Pre-orgasm shivers wracked her. She rubbed her slick inner folds then spread them apart and showed him her cunt.
“Oh, God.”
“Just remember, you started it.” Lissa pressed down and slicked her pussy across his cock.
Reaching down, Lissa guided Sam’s cock inside her pussy.
Their breathing was harsh, shallow. Their gazes mirrored passion. Sam grasped her hips and thrust upward. His calculated strokes drove her mad. An ache stole across her, made her belly tight with need, made her core spiral with pleasure.
He released her hips and played with her breasts, pulling on her sensitive nipples, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Then she felt his thumb stroking her clit and she squeezed her vaginal muscles as she fucked him, over and over.
“Don’t come,” she warned him. “Not yet.”
“You’re … killing … me.”
The bliss sparked and wham! She shattered into a thousand glittering shards.
“Lissa…”
She lifted off of him and kneeled between his legs again. She licked her own essence off his cock. She enjoyed the taste of his maleness mixed with her
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