gently, pushing them together. “These are real, aren’t they?”
“ All me all the time.” The look she gave him made him laugh. “You thought they were fake? I’m disappointed you don’t remember them better.”
“ They’ve haunted me. The scent of them,” he trailed his nose across the straining tips, “the delicious raspberry cream taste of them.” He suckled and licked at her.
“ I remember you, too.” She stretched up to meet his lips with a hunger he couldn’t ignore. She kissed him again and again as if she couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
“ What do you remember?”
“ The taste of your mouth, the feel of your hands. You made my panties wet. I tasted your kisses for months after I left.”
Mind blown, he fed her the kisses she craved. He tweaked each nipple as their lips met time and time again. Each tweak brought a flutter of noise in her throat. The flutter grew to a moan when he finally mouthed the pink buds.
“You taste the same,” he said. “I can’t believe you taste the same.” He could hardly recognize the sound of his own voice, grating with need.
“ Upstairs.” She was even more tousled, flush with want. Her eyes were bright and swam with come-fuck-me. “Please Tyce.”
His erection pressed between her thighs, a zipper away from being inside her. He ’d been ready to tease, to entice and seduce her, not give in to his own randy need. He’d wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine, but now he just wanted to taste.
He slid his hand under her short, tight skirt. Sighed at what he found. “No panties. Good girl.”
He found her cleft, moist and ready and gathered her moan into his mouth. They were exposed here, bound to be caught and while it wouldn ’t be the first time he’d been found with his hands full of woman, he didn’t want it to happen with Lisa.
He ’d felt protective of her when she was fourteen and it blew his mind that he still felt that way.
He rubbed his thumb against her clit, felt it go rubbery and engorged; to be certain she wouldn’t change her mind, and then withdrew. He heard a small, strained sound of frustration so he leaned over her, clasped the back of her head so that her neck was exposed. “Open your eyes.”
When she did, they were foggy with desire. He took his damp fingers into his mouth, tasted the salty flavor of her. “Delicious,” he muttered and watched while her eyes widened again.
“ Your room,” he said. “Now.”
He helped her stand and slowly resettled her T-shirt and skirt to cover her. She clasped his erection, rubbing his straining cock, one finger tapping insistently on the head.
One more kiss, he thought, before he let her go, but one kiss turned into ten as they pressed and bucked and strained toward each other. Whatever game they’d played, was played out.
They won.
He picked her up and walked through the silent mansion, releasing her lips only long enough to find and walk up the staircase.
He carried her into the room she pointed out as hers and set her down inside the door. He got an impression of feminine elegance from the furniture and draperies while she locked the door. She turned to face him, holding the knob at her back.
Curious as he was about how she lived, he was more interested in removing her clothes. The skirt puddled at her feet with a tight shimmy. He shoved her T-shirt up over her breasts and feasted for a moment.
She clasped his shoulders to steady herself and cried out when he nipped and marked the underside of one breast. “Mine,” he said.
Kneeing her thighs open he settled on the floor in front of her. She ’d shaved her hair into a heart-shaped thatch and he smiled. “This is cute.” Also mine.
“ I think so.”
She was already so wet he didn ’t think she needed much tongue to get her off, but he took his time, causing shudder after shudder as she came in his mouth. She nearly fell once so he hooked one of her knees over his shoulder to help keep her
“ All me all the time.” The look she gave him made him laugh. “You thought they were fake? I’m disappointed you don’t remember them better.”
“ They’ve haunted me. The scent of them,” he trailed his nose across the straining tips, “the delicious raspberry cream taste of them.” He suckled and licked at her.
“ I remember you, too.” She stretched up to meet his lips with a hunger he couldn’t ignore. She kissed him again and again as if she couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
“ What do you remember?”
“ The taste of your mouth, the feel of your hands. You made my panties wet. I tasted your kisses for months after I left.”
Mind blown, he fed her the kisses she craved. He tweaked each nipple as their lips met time and time again. Each tweak brought a flutter of noise in her throat. The flutter grew to a moan when he finally mouthed the pink buds.
“You taste the same,” he said. “I can’t believe you taste the same.” He could hardly recognize the sound of his own voice, grating with need.
“ Upstairs.” She was even more tousled, flush with want. Her eyes were bright and swam with come-fuck-me. “Please Tyce.”
His erection pressed between her thighs, a zipper away from being inside her. He ’d been ready to tease, to entice and seduce her, not give in to his own randy need. He’d wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine, but now he just wanted to taste.
He slid his hand under her short, tight skirt. Sighed at what he found. “No panties. Good girl.”
He found her cleft, moist and ready and gathered her moan into his mouth. They were exposed here, bound to be caught and while it wouldn ’t be the first time he’d been found with his hands full of woman, he didn’t want it to happen with Lisa.
He ’d felt protective of her when she was fourteen and it blew his mind that he still felt that way.
He rubbed his thumb against her clit, felt it go rubbery and engorged; to be certain she wouldn’t change her mind, and then withdrew. He heard a small, strained sound of frustration so he leaned over her, clasped the back of her head so that her neck was exposed. “Open your eyes.”
When she did, they were foggy with desire. He took his damp fingers into his mouth, tasted the salty flavor of her. “Delicious,” he muttered and watched while her eyes widened again.
“ Your room,” he said. “Now.”
He helped her stand and slowly resettled her T-shirt and skirt to cover her. She clasped his erection, rubbing his straining cock, one finger tapping insistently on the head.
One more kiss, he thought, before he let her go, but one kiss turned into ten as they pressed and bucked and strained toward each other. Whatever game they’d played, was played out.
They won.
He picked her up and walked through the silent mansion, releasing her lips only long enough to find and walk up the staircase.
He carried her into the room she pointed out as hers and set her down inside the door. He got an impression of feminine elegance from the furniture and draperies while she locked the door. She turned to face him, holding the knob at her back.
Curious as he was about how she lived, he was more interested in removing her clothes. The skirt puddled at her feet with a tight shimmy. He shoved her T-shirt up over her breasts and feasted for a moment.
She clasped his shoulders to steady herself and cried out when he nipped and marked the underside of one breast. “Mine,” he said.
Kneeing her thighs open he settled on the floor in front of her. She ’d shaved her hair into a heart-shaped thatch and he smiled. “This is cute.” Also mine.
“ I think so.”
She was already so wet he didn ’t think she needed much tongue to get her off, but he took his time, causing shudder after shudder as she came in his mouth. She nearly fell once so he hooked one of her knees over his shoulder to help keep her
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