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come soon enough but, for now, it was her place, her fantasy and, most importantly of all, her rules.
Not even deigning to answer him, she began to tap her foot impatiently.
Edward grinned at her, mocking her silently with his overacting as he lowered himself to the grassy ground. “You never did have any patience, Christi-girl, and I bet you haven’t learned how to control that stubborn streak in you, either. Have you?”
Christiana smiled, showing her teeth. She slowly knelt beside him and removed his silk mask, enjoying the revealing of her masked man. Without even answering—she was enjoying this far too much to think at the moment—she began to pull off his black silk pirate shirt.
Finally, she spoke. “You better hope I learned patience, otherwise tonight will be far more fun for me than you. And anyway, who says stubbornness is bad? I rather like it in myself.”
Edward began to help her get his shirt off, so she tapped his hands gently.
“My rules.”
With a dramatic sigh he complied and let her do the work. When she began to unbuckle his pants without even touching his chest, a muscle in his jaw flexed. Apparently he was getting the idea.
Nothing Edward ever did could be considered passive but the fact that he lay there, with his shirt cast down beside him and his belt being pulled from the loops of his breeches, was about as passive as Christiana had ever seen him.
As she pulled his pants down to his knees, she tried to calm her heart. Sure, she’d seen heaps of porn pictures, and felt her life-like jelly vibrator, but she had never actually held a naked, erect penis before.
Penis? Her mind echoed. Despite herself, she sucked in a deep breath as his cock surged upwards, saluting her and her femininity.
Pulling his pants down to his knees, she ignored everything but removing the teasing g-string cupping his balls and half-covering his cock.
“Did you wear this last night?” she huskily murmured, her voice having gone all strange on her. She was so excited and enticed she could barely form the words, let alone think coherently.
“What?” he muttered, obviously trying to keep a hold of his lusts. “The thong? Sure. Couldn’t really get away with boxers underneath practically see-through pants. Why?”
His flip question made her blood thrum louder. The thought that this itsy scrap of material had been the only thing cupping his immense cock last night was enough to make her feel faint. All this warm, silky skin and flesh had been so close to her. In that instant, she truly understood what men saw in skimpy, see-through lace bra and panty sets.
The thought that a tiny scrap of silk, barely big enough to cover his flaccid cock and balls, was nowhere near enough material to even half-cover his hugely erect cock, made her throat dry out and her heartbeat accelerate.
Reverently, she pulled the tiny male thong down his legs to tangle in the breeches.
With no preliminaries, she bent down to run her tongue along the warm, prickly skin. She was surprised to see the veins bulging. Her life-like vibrator had ridges but she thought they were there for show. She hadn’t really thought about how veins carrying all the blood for this fantastic erection would show under the skin of one’s cock.
It was so interesting she wished for a moment she had studied anatomy.
As she ran her tongue over and over the warm, smooth skin and traced the lumpy-but-still-soft veins, she was so immersed in her own discovery, she barely registered Edward drawing a deep, shuddering breath.
When this finally penetrated her lust-clogged mind, she noticed him clenching his fists beside his hips. She had read about this in her erotica books and sex manuals. Wasn’t there something about men using their hands to direct women’s heads when they were getting close to coming?
Shrugging away her questions, she continued exploring this amazing object that had so many names. Love lance, sword, shaft, penis, cock…the list went on
Not even deigning to answer him, she began to tap her foot impatiently.
Edward grinned at her, mocking her silently with his overacting as he lowered himself to the grassy ground. “You never did have any patience, Christi-girl, and I bet you haven’t learned how to control that stubborn streak in you, either. Have you?”
Christiana smiled, showing her teeth. She slowly knelt beside him and removed his silk mask, enjoying the revealing of her masked man. Without even answering—she was enjoying this far too much to think at the moment—she began to pull off his black silk pirate shirt.
Finally, she spoke. “You better hope I learned patience, otherwise tonight will be far more fun for me than you. And anyway, who says stubbornness is bad? I rather like it in myself.”
Edward began to help her get his shirt off, so she tapped his hands gently.
“My rules.”
With a dramatic sigh he complied and let her do the work. When she began to unbuckle his pants without even touching his chest, a muscle in his jaw flexed. Apparently he was getting the idea.
Nothing Edward ever did could be considered passive but the fact that he lay there, with his shirt cast down beside him and his belt being pulled from the loops of his breeches, was about as passive as Christiana had ever seen him.
As she pulled his pants down to his knees, she tried to calm her heart. Sure, she’d seen heaps of porn pictures, and felt her life-like jelly vibrator, but she had never actually held a naked, erect penis before.
Penis? Her mind echoed. Despite herself, she sucked in a deep breath as his cock surged upwards, saluting her and her femininity.
Pulling his pants down to his knees, she ignored everything but removing the teasing g-string cupping his balls and half-covering his cock.
“Did you wear this last night?” she huskily murmured, her voice having gone all strange on her. She was so excited and enticed she could barely form the words, let alone think coherently.
“What?” he muttered, obviously trying to keep a hold of his lusts. “The thong? Sure. Couldn’t really get away with boxers underneath practically see-through pants. Why?”
His flip question made her blood thrum louder. The thought that this itsy scrap of material had been the only thing cupping his immense cock last night was enough to make her feel faint. All this warm, silky skin and flesh had been so close to her. In that instant, she truly understood what men saw in skimpy, see-through lace bra and panty sets.
The thought that a tiny scrap of silk, barely big enough to cover his flaccid cock and balls, was nowhere near enough material to even half-cover his hugely erect cock, made her throat dry out and her heartbeat accelerate.
Reverently, she pulled the tiny male thong down his legs to tangle in the breeches.
With no preliminaries, she bent down to run her tongue along the warm, prickly skin. She was surprised to see the veins bulging. Her life-like vibrator had ridges but she thought they were there for show. She hadn’t really thought about how veins carrying all the blood for this fantastic erection would show under the skin of one’s cock.
It was so interesting she wished for a moment she had studied anatomy.
As she ran her tongue over and over the warm, smooth skin and traced the lumpy-but-still-soft veins, she was so immersed in her own discovery, she barely registered Edward drawing a deep, shuddering breath.
When this finally penetrated her lust-clogged mind, she noticed him clenching his fists beside his hips. She had read about this in her erotica books and sex manuals. Wasn’t there something about men using their hands to direct women’s heads when they were getting close to coming?
Shrugging away her questions, she continued exploring this amazing object that had so many names. Love lance, sword, shaft, penis, cock…the list went on
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