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wouldn’t think about her poor Paul tonight. Instead, she ran her fingers through his still-damp hair and kissed him back fiercely, softly moaning as one of his hands pushed her housedress up and his fingers slipped between her legs.
Her eyes dropped closed and she rested her head against his shoulder as he sought out her intimate places, his fingers unerringly centering on her throbbing clit, gently rubbing.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
She whimpered a reply, her hips now rocking in time with his fingers. It’d been so long since she’d felt the hot, hard hands of a man on her. Praying he wouldn’t stop, she clutched his shirt with one hand, the back of his neck with the other, and clung to him.
His hand pressed forward and she gasped as two fingers easily parted her damp curls and slid inside her lubricated channel.
“Jesus!” he moaned. “You do enjoy that, don’t you?” His rock-hard erection dug into her thigh.
Her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her housedress, adding pleasant friction to the delicious delight of his fingers exploring her now-gushing pussy.
“More, please!” She kissed his throat, teeth grazing his warm flesh.
He started a slow, steady rhythm with his hand, in and out, as deeply as he could press, working his fingers inside her, caressing a sweet spot she knew would send her over the edge if he just wouldn’t stop.
Clutching him tighter, she whimpered against his skin, lost within her body’s whirlpool of need and hunger.
“You’re gorgeous, baby. Give me what I want.” His deep voice resonated through her, his own unmistakable passion hurtling her closer to that sweet brink. He kept two fingers buried inside her pussy as his thumb found her clit and stroked it. “Give it to me. Come for me.”
Katie rode his hand, her body on fire in a way she hadn’t felt in far too long. Nothing but the hot lust coursing through her cunt mattered to her. Shame? What shame? Something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.
His free hand skimmed up her arm, to her chin, where he tipped her face up to his before his arm settled along her back, cradling her. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Forcing them open, she stared into his intense blue gaze, like a summer sky across a pasture.
“Now. Give it to me now.”
His commanding tone tipped her over the brink, her soul scattering like leaves in the wind as his hand quickened, harder, faster, every stroke rubbing both that sweet spot inside her wet pussy and her throbbing clit. He swallowed her cries with his mouth, his tongue plunging between her lips, possessing her body.
Possessing her heart.
It felt like her climax wouldn’t stop as her body trembled in his arms until his fingers finally fell still between her legs. She lay there, spent, replete, satisfied.
Guilty.
He withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes, meeting his deep gaze as he sucked her juices off his fingers. Then he kissed her again, rising with her in his arms and setting her on the table. He shifted her around, stepping between her legs as he pushed her dress up over her thighs.
She held on tight, wanting more. Needing more. Guilt fell to the wayside as he unfastened his trousers, freeing his hard cock.
Hooking her legs around his hips, she pulled him close and tight as he plunged inside her, hot and ready, his previous ministrations well preparing the way for his rigid shaft. He pleasantly stretched her, the sweet ache of him filling her pussy, sending her on the climb toward another release.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, falling still for a moment before starting a slow, deep rhythm. He clutched her tightly to him as he kissed her, one hand fisting in her hair, finalizing his claim. She met each thrust with her hips and was barely aware of the table moving under them as he picked up speed until she realized every stroke hit her already swollen clit just right, pulling her with him.
He felt it. “You gonna come with me, baby?” he
Her eyes dropped closed and she rested her head against his shoulder as he sought out her intimate places, his fingers unerringly centering on her throbbing clit, gently rubbing.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
She whimpered a reply, her hips now rocking in time with his fingers. It’d been so long since she’d felt the hot, hard hands of a man on her. Praying he wouldn’t stop, she clutched his shirt with one hand, the back of his neck with the other, and clung to him.
His hand pressed forward and she gasped as two fingers easily parted her damp curls and slid inside her lubricated channel.
“Jesus!” he moaned. “You do enjoy that, don’t you?” His rock-hard erection dug into her thigh.
Her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her housedress, adding pleasant friction to the delicious delight of his fingers exploring her now-gushing pussy.
“More, please!” She kissed his throat, teeth grazing his warm flesh.
He started a slow, steady rhythm with his hand, in and out, as deeply as he could press, working his fingers inside her, caressing a sweet spot she knew would send her over the edge if he just wouldn’t stop.
Clutching him tighter, she whimpered against his skin, lost within her body’s whirlpool of need and hunger.
“You’re gorgeous, baby. Give me what I want.” His deep voice resonated through her, his own unmistakable passion hurtling her closer to that sweet brink. He kept two fingers buried inside her pussy as his thumb found her clit and stroked it. “Give it to me. Come for me.”
Katie rode his hand, her body on fire in a way she hadn’t felt in far too long. Nothing but the hot lust coursing through her cunt mattered to her. Shame? What shame? Something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.
His free hand skimmed up her arm, to her chin, where he tipped her face up to his before his arm settled along her back, cradling her. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Forcing them open, she stared into his intense blue gaze, like a summer sky across a pasture.
“Now. Give it to me now.”
His commanding tone tipped her over the brink, her soul scattering like leaves in the wind as his hand quickened, harder, faster, every stroke rubbing both that sweet spot inside her wet pussy and her throbbing clit. He swallowed her cries with his mouth, his tongue plunging between her lips, possessing her body.
Possessing her heart.
It felt like her climax wouldn’t stop as her body trembled in his arms until his fingers finally fell still between her legs. She lay there, spent, replete, satisfied.
Guilty.
He withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes, meeting his deep gaze as he sucked her juices off his fingers. Then he kissed her again, rising with her in his arms and setting her on the table. He shifted her around, stepping between her legs as he pushed her dress up over her thighs.
She held on tight, wanting more. Needing more. Guilt fell to the wayside as he unfastened his trousers, freeing his hard cock.
Hooking her legs around his hips, she pulled him close and tight as he plunged inside her, hot and ready, his previous ministrations well preparing the way for his rigid shaft. He pleasantly stretched her, the sweet ache of him filling her pussy, sending her on the climb toward another release.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, falling still for a moment before starting a slow, deep rhythm. He clutched her tightly to him as he kissed her, one hand fisting in her hair, finalizing his claim. She met each thrust with her hips and was barely aware of the table moving under them as he picked up speed until she realized every stroke hit her already swollen clit just right, pulling her with him.
He felt it. “You gonna come with me, baby?” he
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