and sink deep inside her already-wet sex.
But instead he just smiled at her and went into the bathroom.
"What are you looking for?" she called out when she heard him rustling around. "I put some condoms in the bedside table."
"I found it," he said. He appeared in the doorway, waving a bottle in a triumphant little shake. "Roll over."
She obeyed, looking over her shoulder to watch him. He uncapped the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of something—the fragrance hit her—her lavender-scented body oil.
"Put your head down," he chided.
"What are you"" Her question ended in a low groan as he spread the oil over her feet, up her calves and thighs. Pressing his fingers into the muscles of her legs, he moved his hands back down and captured her
right foot in his hands. Running the pub kept her on her feet, and the press of Nick’s thumb against the ball of her foot was absolutely luxurious. He gave her other foot the same treatment, then worked his way up her Achilles tendons, her calves, her thighs, until her legs were like limp noodles and she was melting into a puddle of oil.
He lightly ran his palms over the curve of her ass, then knelt over her, knees bracketing her hips as his hands slid along the muscles beside her spine. With each stroke, his cock brushed against her ass. Her skin was slick with oil, and his hard flesh sliding against her slowly drove her insane.
Her languor diminished as she began to move in time, raising her hips slightly so his cock slid against her dripping cleft. Maybe if she got the angle right he could slip inside...
Nick splayed his hand against the small of her back. "I'm not done yet, Kelly," he whispered, bending down to nip her neck. The slight punishment sent a shiver down her back. "Just hold still and let me take care of you."
She obediently stilled her movements and blew a frustrated breath into the pillow. "You're torturing me."
His low chuckle surrounded her. "When I torture you, Kelly, I promise you'll know it."
She grumbled but let him continue his ministrations. She sighed in relief when he finally flipped her onto her back. Hard, oil-slicked palms captured her breasts, kneading and stroking her soft flesh. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he watched her nipples harden into gleaming red points. He leaned down to tease one, then the other with just the tip of his tongue.
She arched off the bed and threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to hold his head in place. "I want you inside me now," she said.
His face lit with a wicked smile. "Not yet," he said firmly. His mouth left her breasts, his tongue tracing under each before sliding down her belly. His tongue dipped inside her navel, traced the shallow dip.
Then his mouth, open and wet, grazed the flesh of her inner thigh. His hands pushed her knees up, opening, spreading her to his gaze, to his touch.
Her belly tensed as his mouth nuzzled into her mound, his tongue rimming her soft inner lips. Oral sex was always tricky for her. While she enjoyed it, she always had niggling doubts in the back of her mind. Was he enjoying it? Was she taking too long to come?
As though reading her thoughts, Nick stroked her with a long, slow lick of his tongue. "You taste so good," he murmured.
She let out a low moan as his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking against the firm flesh in a rhythm that had her writhing against the sheets.
"So sweet, juicy." His tongue slid down, slipping in and out in a delicious tongue fuck.
Oh God, that is it, she thought as his lips fastened on her clit again. She could feel her orgasm building as her hands moved up to pinch and rub her nipples, every sinew tightening as she pressed herself into his mouth.
"Oh, just like that," she moaned, "don't stop." Oh thank God, this wasn't going to take long at all. She shouldn't have worried. She was already going to come, just one more lick of her clit, that's all she needed...
And then he stopped.
She nearly howled in frustration as
But instead he just smiled at her and went into the bathroom.
"What are you looking for?" she called out when she heard him rustling around. "I put some condoms in the bedside table."
"I found it," he said. He appeared in the doorway, waving a bottle in a triumphant little shake. "Roll over."
She obeyed, looking over her shoulder to watch him. He uncapped the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of something—the fragrance hit her—her lavender-scented body oil.
"Put your head down," he chided.
"What are you"" Her question ended in a low groan as he spread the oil over her feet, up her calves and thighs. Pressing his fingers into the muscles of her legs, he moved his hands back down and captured her
right foot in his hands. Running the pub kept her on her feet, and the press of Nick’s thumb against the ball of her foot was absolutely luxurious. He gave her other foot the same treatment, then worked his way up her Achilles tendons, her calves, her thighs, until her legs were like limp noodles and she was melting into a puddle of oil.
He lightly ran his palms over the curve of her ass, then knelt over her, knees bracketing her hips as his hands slid along the muscles beside her spine. With each stroke, his cock brushed against her ass. Her skin was slick with oil, and his hard flesh sliding against her slowly drove her insane.
Her languor diminished as she began to move in time, raising her hips slightly so his cock slid against her dripping cleft. Maybe if she got the angle right he could slip inside...
Nick splayed his hand against the small of her back. "I'm not done yet, Kelly," he whispered, bending down to nip her neck. The slight punishment sent a shiver down her back. "Just hold still and let me take care of you."
She obediently stilled her movements and blew a frustrated breath into the pillow. "You're torturing me."
His low chuckle surrounded her. "When I torture you, Kelly, I promise you'll know it."
She grumbled but let him continue his ministrations. She sighed in relief when he finally flipped her onto her back. Hard, oil-slicked palms captured her breasts, kneading and stroking her soft flesh. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he watched her nipples harden into gleaming red points. He leaned down to tease one, then the other with just the tip of his tongue.
She arched off the bed and threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to hold his head in place. "I want you inside me now," she said.
His face lit with a wicked smile. "Not yet," he said firmly. His mouth left her breasts, his tongue tracing under each before sliding down her belly. His tongue dipped inside her navel, traced the shallow dip.
Then his mouth, open and wet, grazed the flesh of her inner thigh. His hands pushed her knees up, opening, spreading her to his gaze, to his touch.
Her belly tensed as his mouth nuzzled into her mound, his tongue rimming her soft inner lips. Oral sex was always tricky for her. While she enjoyed it, she always had niggling doubts in the back of her mind. Was he enjoying it? Was she taking too long to come?
As though reading her thoughts, Nick stroked her with a long, slow lick of his tongue. "You taste so good," he murmured.
She let out a low moan as his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking against the firm flesh in a rhythm that had her writhing against the sheets.
"So sweet, juicy." His tongue slid down, slipping in and out in a delicious tongue fuck.
Oh God, that is it, she thought as his lips fastened on her clit again. She could feel her orgasm building as her hands moved up to pinch and rub her nipples, every sinew tightening as she pressed herself into his mouth.
"Oh, just like that," she moaned, "don't stop." Oh thank God, this wasn't going to take long at all. She shouldn't have worried. She was already going to come, just one more lick of her clit, that's all she needed...
And then he stopped.
She nearly howled in frustration as
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