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be where she was? Helena's head
swirled from the sensual onslaught of Johnny's kisses.
She really ought to push him away. To stop this. But
it felt so good, so irresistible. Maybe just one more time...
Johnny lifted her as though she weighed no more than
a feather. For a moment, though, his face tightened in
concentration like he was in pain, and Helena felt self-conscious.
After that, he started kissing her again and she forgot to worry if
she'd overindulged in too many desserts.
He found her bedroom and kicked the door open. He
put her down on the bed as smoothly as though they were flying. He
covered her, but didn't overwhelm her. He was a big man, and
strong, but not intimidating. He settled between her legs and began
to rock gently against her.
The towel she'd been wearing had disappeared
somewhere along the way, and she was naked beneath him. His mouth
left hers and traced a trail of liquid fire along her jaw, her
throat, the curve of her shoulder and the peak of her nipple. He
suckled there for a few moments, until she began to wriggle under
him. He flicked his tongue once more on the taut bud then drifted
lower.
Could she possibly come again after being satisfied
so many times already? Helena had no idea if her body was capable
of such rejuvenation, but she was happy to try and find out. Her
pussy tingled as Johnny lapped at it. He suckled her swollen clit
with the same finesse and consideration he'd shown her nipple. His
finger slipped inside her, and Helena lifted her hips to meet his
thrust.
The next instant, he moved up her body and smoothly
sheathed his cock deep inside her. He rested there for a moment,
his forehead pressed to hers and his chest hot on her breasts. Then
he began to move.
Earlier in the kitchen, she'd been overcome with
desire. Their coupling had been frenzied. Now, Johnny moved as
slowly as though they floated in water. Gentle and rocking. Every
thrust pressed his pelvis against her clit while his penis filled
her.
Her first orgasm rippled slowly through her, while
the second built almost immediately after. She tilted her pelvis
upward and used her heels to urge him to thrust into her harder.
When he did, she came a third time from the force of his thrusts
alone.
A man who could have multiple orgasms might
concentrate so much on his own climaxes he wouldn't notice his
partner's, but Johnny wasn't like that. As her final climax faded,
his body shuddered with his own. He kissed her breathless, then
laid softly down on her until his body stopped twitching. He didn't
wait for her to ask before he rolled off and curled his arms around
her.
Helena barely had time to ponder at his
consideration because her eyes closed and she slept.
"I can't
believe I just scrogged you like a monkey for the sixth time in
twenty-four hours." Helena murmured the words, uncertain until she
heard her voice that she'd spoken aloud.
Johnny merely sighed and pulled her closer. His hand
stroked her hair from the crown down to her shoulders, then back
again. The gesture felt somehow way more intimate than having her
thighs clamped around his ears had. Helena sat up, suddenly
uncomfortable.
"I wanted a man who couldn't talk," she told him. He
looked at her with his head tilted. She touched the hands that had
played her like an orchestra. With his fingers pressed together,
she couldn't even see the webbing.
She didn't want to think about that right now. She
got out of bed and motioned to him. "I think we need to get out of
here for a while."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed without
hesitation, though she noticed his face tightened when he put his
feet on the floor. Naked, he stood, and she almost lost her
resolve. He was magnificent. Tall, lean, with a cock that wouldn't
quit and even now, despite the hours of lovemaking they'd already
shared, twitched and began to rise.
"Hold on, stud-muffin." Helena held up her hand and
laughed. "This
swirled from the sensual onslaught of Johnny's kisses.
She really ought to push him away. To stop this. But
it felt so good, so irresistible. Maybe just one more time...
Johnny lifted her as though she weighed no more than
a feather. For a moment, though, his face tightened in
concentration like he was in pain, and Helena felt self-conscious.
After that, he started kissing her again and she forgot to worry if
she'd overindulged in too many desserts.
He found her bedroom and kicked the door open. He
put her down on the bed as smoothly as though they were flying. He
covered her, but didn't overwhelm her. He was a big man, and
strong, but not intimidating. He settled between her legs and began
to rock gently against her.
The towel she'd been wearing had disappeared
somewhere along the way, and she was naked beneath him. His mouth
left hers and traced a trail of liquid fire along her jaw, her
throat, the curve of her shoulder and the peak of her nipple. He
suckled there for a few moments, until she began to wriggle under
him. He flicked his tongue once more on the taut bud then drifted
lower.
Could she possibly come again after being satisfied
so many times already? Helena had no idea if her body was capable
of such rejuvenation, but she was happy to try and find out. Her
pussy tingled as Johnny lapped at it. He suckled her swollen clit
with the same finesse and consideration he'd shown her nipple. His
finger slipped inside her, and Helena lifted her hips to meet his
thrust.
The next instant, he moved up her body and smoothly
sheathed his cock deep inside her. He rested there for a moment,
his forehead pressed to hers and his chest hot on her breasts. Then
he began to move.
Earlier in the kitchen, she'd been overcome with
desire. Their coupling had been frenzied. Now, Johnny moved as
slowly as though they floated in water. Gentle and rocking. Every
thrust pressed his pelvis against her clit while his penis filled
her.
Her first orgasm rippled slowly through her, while
the second built almost immediately after. She tilted her pelvis
upward and used her heels to urge him to thrust into her harder.
When he did, she came a third time from the force of his thrusts
alone.
A man who could have multiple orgasms might
concentrate so much on his own climaxes he wouldn't notice his
partner's, but Johnny wasn't like that. As her final climax faded,
his body shuddered with his own. He kissed her breathless, then
laid softly down on her until his body stopped twitching. He didn't
wait for her to ask before he rolled off and curled his arms around
her.
Helena barely had time to ponder at his
consideration because her eyes closed and she slept.
"I can't
believe I just scrogged you like a monkey for the sixth time in
twenty-four hours." Helena murmured the words, uncertain until she
heard her voice that she'd spoken aloud.
Johnny merely sighed and pulled her closer. His hand
stroked her hair from the crown down to her shoulders, then back
again. The gesture felt somehow way more intimate than having her
thighs clamped around his ears had. Helena sat up, suddenly
uncomfortable.
"I wanted a man who couldn't talk," she told him. He
looked at her with his head tilted. She touched the hands that had
played her like an orchestra. With his fingers pressed together,
she couldn't even see the webbing.
She didn't want to think about that right now. She
got out of bed and motioned to him. "I think we need to get out of
here for a while."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed without
hesitation, though she noticed his face tightened when he put his
feet on the floor. Naked, he stood, and she almost lost her
resolve. He was magnificent. Tall, lean, with a cock that wouldn't
quit and even now, despite the hours of lovemaking they'd already
shared, twitched and began to rise.
"Hold on, stud-muffin." Helena held up her hand and
laughed. "This
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