Right in that second, he wanted to touch her, with his lips and tongue. Make her orgasm. He wanted to be that first cup of coffee in her blood stream, licking and sucking her awake.
She paused and regarded him suddenly. He remained reclined like a sedated panther in the mocha chair in only his BVD’s his cock straining. His arousal was past the point of caring. Once the needle hit the vein, he was lost to the addiction and had to answer it. And she was the needle. And in the deepest part of his dark mind, he knew he shouldn’t, he knew this was going to end badly, knew he would do things with her that he would regret. And he didn’t care.
Her gaze riveted to his dick and she licked her lips. Swallowed. Flushed.
He beckoned her over with a flick of his finger. She came shyly, but willing. When she got to his chair, he let his gaze raise to hers and held it there for several seconds before lowering it to her breasts. Then back up to her gaze.
His cock twitched when he saw she understood what he wanted and her hands tentatively moved her blouse off her shoulder, lowering it until one breast filled his vision. His heart hammered. No bra. She did the same to the other side of her blouse. His gaze lowered again, to her skirt then raised back to her face, silently asking her to get entirely naked.
Again, she read him like a book and slowly hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her skirt. Her hips swayed sensually as she slid it down and let it fall to the floor. His own hips pumped in response to seeing her perfect thighs and waist as well as the pink panties that served to illuminate her pretty sex.
His eyes refused to leave the apex at her thighs and soon she was swaying her sweet hips right out of those as well.
He licked his lips, so hungry to taste her finally. He suddenly wanted to know how well she would keep reading what he wanted. She stepped closer and held her hand to him. He took it, his gaze still locked on her sweet sex as he pulled her closer. She carefully straddled his lap and he sank deeper into the leather chair. He placed his hands on her waist, staring at how perfect she was before pulling her taut tummy to his lips. He licked in her bellybutton first, moaning at tasting her salty sweet flesh.
How did he want her?
He pulled down on her waist until she sat on his erection. He helped work her soft folds on his impossibly hard length while she held on to the arms of the chair. Daniel watched, his eyes burning a path from her face to her breasts and then hips, feeling like he would explode with needs he’d never had with a woman.
Again, the rush, the high, was more than he could stop. She was soon lost as well, the pleasure bringing out a fucking sex goddess in her, arms rising to stroke over her body like she were bathing herself in desire. He was envisioning her riding his cock and she gasped when the thick shaft jumped at the idea. Her hands brushed over her erect nipples and Daniel groaned. Fuck he had to suck her essence now or he’d go insane.
He sa t up a little in the chair and slid her ass up onto his waist. He gently eased her down so that her back was on his legs. He worked her panties off, leaning to kiss the backs of her thighs that extended straight up before him. When he got the panties off, he parted her legs and placed them on his shoulders while staring down at breakfast. Her scent filled his nose and he gripped her waist until her soft folds were right where he wanted them. Pressed onto his mouth.
Sofia latched on to the soft leather cushions and gasped at his sudden and hungry contact with her most intimate secret. He’d planned to go slow but her smell drove him crazy, made him insanely hungry. He couldn’t have his face buried deep enough. His tongue plunged in as far as he could and he groaned, moving his nose against her clit while tasting her. Her hips rocked in a sensual wave, her opening contracting on his tongue.
Then she began to call his name. At first a sigh then
She paused and regarded him suddenly. He remained reclined like a sedated panther in the mocha chair in only his BVD’s his cock straining. His arousal was past the point of caring. Once the needle hit the vein, he was lost to the addiction and had to answer it. And she was the needle. And in the deepest part of his dark mind, he knew he shouldn’t, he knew this was going to end badly, knew he would do things with her that he would regret. And he didn’t care.
Her gaze riveted to his dick and she licked her lips. Swallowed. Flushed.
He beckoned her over with a flick of his finger. She came shyly, but willing. When she got to his chair, he let his gaze raise to hers and held it there for several seconds before lowering it to her breasts. Then back up to her gaze.
His cock twitched when he saw she understood what he wanted and her hands tentatively moved her blouse off her shoulder, lowering it until one breast filled his vision. His heart hammered. No bra. She did the same to the other side of her blouse. His gaze lowered again, to her skirt then raised back to her face, silently asking her to get entirely naked.
Again, she read him like a book and slowly hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her skirt. Her hips swayed sensually as she slid it down and let it fall to the floor. His own hips pumped in response to seeing her perfect thighs and waist as well as the pink panties that served to illuminate her pretty sex.
His eyes refused to leave the apex at her thighs and soon she was swaying her sweet hips right out of those as well.
He licked his lips, so hungry to taste her finally. He suddenly wanted to know how well she would keep reading what he wanted. She stepped closer and held her hand to him. He took it, his gaze still locked on her sweet sex as he pulled her closer. She carefully straddled his lap and he sank deeper into the leather chair. He placed his hands on her waist, staring at how perfect she was before pulling her taut tummy to his lips. He licked in her bellybutton first, moaning at tasting her salty sweet flesh.
How did he want her?
He pulled down on her waist until she sat on his erection. He helped work her soft folds on his impossibly hard length while she held on to the arms of the chair. Daniel watched, his eyes burning a path from her face to her breasts and then hips, feeling like he would explode with needs he’d never had with a woman.
Again, the rush, the high, was more than he could stop. She was soon lost as well, the pleasure bringing out a fucking sex goddess in her, arms rising to stroke over her body like she were bathing herself in desire. He was envisioning her riding his cock and she gasped when the thick shaft jumped at the idea. Her hands brushed over her erect nipples and Daniel groaned. Fuck he had to suck her essence now or he’d go insane.
He sa t up a little in the chair and slid her ass up onto his waist. He gently eased her down so that her back was on his legs. He worked her panties off, leaning to kiss the backs of her thighs that extended straight up before him. When he got the panties off, he parted her legs and placed them on his shoulders while staring down at breakfast. Her scent filled his nose and he gripped her waist until her soft folds were right where he wanted them. Pressed onto his mouth.
Sofia latched on to the soft leather cushions and gasped at his sudden and hungry contact with her most intimate secret. He’d planned to go slow but her smell drove him crazy, made him insanely hungry. He couldn’t have his face buried deep enough. His tongue plunged in as far as he could and he groaned, moving his nose against her clit while tasting her. Her hips rocked in a sensual wave, her opening contracting on his tongue.
Then she began to call his name. At first a sigh then
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