open-mouth kisses on the burning skin along my spine.
I sense him lowering to the floor, his breath coming in hot puffs against my ass cheeks. “Turn,” he demands, guiding my hips.
I bite my lip and obey. My heart goes haywire when I see him kneeling before me, only wearing boxer briefs. The vulnerable position is at odds with his undeniable sexual prowess.
He gazes up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Hot damn,” he says with his eyes fixed on my heavy breasts.
Reverently he raises his hands to cup my breasts. “You are beautiful.” The simplicity of the statement, along with the awe laced in his voice makes me believe the sincerity of his words.
His hands run down to my hips, and his head lowers to my apex. He nuzzles on the damp lace covering me and inhales. I fear for my poor and feeble heart.
His fingers hook over the elastic of my panties, slipping them down my legs and over my feet. His nose is an inch away from the patch of hair between my thighs, but he doesn’t touch it.
After what feels like hours, his hands circle my calves and smoothly move up and along my thighs. “So fucking beautiful . . .” He gently guides me to the bed and hovers over me. His skin against mine, his weight over me—a delicious torment.
He kisses me again, his lips hungry, rough, demanding. He trails kisses along my neck, sucking, teeth scraping. He pulls back and gazes at my heaving breasts momentarily. “Mine,” he growls.
His lips close over my nipple with a hard and deep suck that connects every nerve ending in my breast to my clenched sex. “Seth,” I scream, my hands flying to his head, my fingers fisting his disheveled hair in a tight vice.
“So responsive,” he says as he switches to the other breast and repeats, invoking another scream from me.
I am at a loss of how to act. My body is an unrecognizable heap of flesh, and Seth has taken charge of it.
With his lips trailing down my abdomen, he lowers his face down to the bundle of nerve endings that are begging for some sort of release.
He spreads my thighs open and for a beat his complete attention is focused on the most intimate part of me. I should be embarrassed. I’m not.
His eyes are dilated, and his breath catches as he hisses. He plunges his head in between my legs, his tongue leaps over my sensitive skin.
Bells chime. Stars collide. My body levitates.
With every muscle in my body coiled, my skin becomes too tight for my body.
Relentless, Seth delves his tongue into my throbbing depths. I moan and cry, the overload of sensation overwhelming me.
He slides a finger into my narrow entrance. The pressure of his finger combined with the onslaught of his tongue is too much and I fall. I spiral down into a black hole of sensation and pleasure. My nails sink deep into my palms. My body trembles. My lips utter his name repeatedly and reverently. My mind, drunken in pleasure, tumbles over a cliff of blissful ecstasy.
I’m still riding the wave of pleasure when Seth strips off his briefs. Sitting on his haunches, he shields his shaft. I want to savor the sight. It’s so erotic. But my vision blurs.
With fluid movements, he props up on his elbows, hovering over me, his body a whisper from mine. And the absence of skin contact is a painful void I feel deep in my soul.
“Please,” I say, raising my eyes to meet his.
“Please what?” he asks, licking his glistening lips.
“Please, take me. Make me yours.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but only a guttural sound escapes his parted lips. He covers my mouth with his, his tongue stroking mine. The taste of me, salty and enticing, spreads in my mouth.
Overwhelmed from the overload of sensory stimulation, I close my eyes.
His hand guides his erection until it finds my wet and ready opening. He pulls back and commands, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when I take you.”
My lids flutter open. His brows are furrowed, his face full of deep concentration and undeniable lust. But I see
I sense him lowering to the floor, his breath coming in hot puffs against my ass cheeks. “Turn,” he demands, guiding my hips.
I bite my lip and obey. My heart goes haywire when I see him kneeling before me, only wearing boxer briefs. The vulnerable position is at odds with his undeniable sexual prowess.
He gazes up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Hot damn,” he says with his eyes fixed on my heavy breasts.
Reverently he raises his hands to cup my breasts. “You are beautiful.” The simplicity of the statement, along with the awe laced in his voice makes me believe the sincerity of his words.
His hands run down to my hips, and his head lowers to my apex. He nuzzles on the damp lace covering me and inhales. I fear for my poor and feeble heart.
His fingers hook over the elastic of my panties, slipping them down my legs and over my feet. His nose is an inch away from the patch of hair between my thighs, but he doesn’t touch it.
After what feels like hours, his hands circle my calves and smoothly move up and along my thighs. “So fucking beautiful . . .” He gently guides me to the bed and hovers over me. His skin against mine, his weight over me—a delicious torment.
He kisses me again, his lips hungry, rough, demanding. He trails kisses along my neck, sucking, teeth scraping. He pulls back and gazes at my heaving breasts momentarily. “Mine,” he growls.
His lips close over my nipple with a hard and deep suck that connects every nerve ending in my breast to my clenched sex. “Seth,” I scream, my hands flying to his head, my fingers fisting his disheveled hair in a tight vice.
“So responsive,” he says as he switches to the other breast and repeats, invoking another scream from me.
I am at a loss of how to act. My body is an unrecognizable heap of flesh, and Seth has taken charge of it.
With his lips trailing down my abdomen, he lowers his face down to the bundle of nerve endings that are begging for some sort of release.
He spreads my thighs open and for a beat his complete attention is focused on the most intimate part of me. I should be embarrassed. I’m not.
His eyes are dilated, and his breath catches as he hisses. He plunges his head in between my legs, his tongue leaps over my sensitive skin.
Bells chime. Stars collide. My body levitates.
With every muscle in my body coiled, my skin becomes too tight for my body.
Relentless, Seth delves his tongue into my throbbing depths. I moan and cry, the overload of sensation overwhelming me.
He slides a finger into my narrow entrance. The pressure of his finger combined with the onslaught of his tongue is too much and I fall. I spiral down into a black hole of sensation and pleasure. My nails sink deep into my palms. My body trembles. My lips utter his name repeatedly and reverently. My mind, drunken in pleasure, tumbles over a cliff of blissful ecstasy.
I’m still riding the wave of pleasure when Seth strips off his briefs. Sitting on his haunches, he shields his shaft. I want to savor the sight. It’s so erotic. But my vision blurs.
With fluid movements, he props up on his elbows, hovering over me, his body a whisper from mine. And the absence of skin contact is a painful void I feel deep in my soul.
“Please,” I say, raising my eyes to meet his.
“Please what?” he asks, licking his glistening lips.
“Please, take me. Make me yours.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but only a guttural sound escapes his parted lips. He covers my mouth with his, his tongue stroking mine. The taste of me, salty and enticing, spreads in my mouth.
Overwhelmed from the overload of sensory stimulation, I close my eyes.
His hand guides his erection until it finds my wet and ready opening. He pulls back and commands, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when I take you.”
My lids flutter open. His brows are furrowed, his face full of deep concentration and undeniable lust. But I see
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