she asked, panting under his wandering gaze.
He climbed on the bed, a knee on each side of her ankles, and in one swift motion removed her skirt.
Lying naked from the waist down, she felt her blood pounding through her heart and his legs tensing against her. This man, with his ill-fitting clothes and sexy bad-boy stubble, was going to make her come without even touching her!
He was a god!
As if he’d read her mind, he smiled, gripped her ankles in his hands and pushed them back and up, until her thighs were spread wide and her pussy open for his taking.
She gasped. “Oh, God!”
“Sweet Jesus, look at you. So wet and ready.” He licked his lips, and she mirrored him, licking hers. “I’m going to eat away every sweet drop.”
His gaze raked over her sensitive flesh, and she gasped for a breath. He lowered his face and she clamped her eyelids against the overwhelming sight.
His first touch to her pussy was tentative, and thoroughly intoxicating. With a slick tongue, he skirted her folds.
Blind in her need, she drew her legs back further, opening to him. “More.” His tongue flickered over her clit, and she gasped. Her back spasmed, arching to tilt her pussy up. Oh, how she wanted him inside! Her pussy was ready. She could smell the scent of her own arousal in the air. “Oh, yes! More. Fuck me.”
“Not yet. Patience, love.”
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Body Chemistry
That was not what she wanted to hear. She reached for his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly and thrilling in the feel of his silky hair in her hands, the way his tongue danced over her pussy, the warmth pulsing through her body.
He sighed.
She sighed.
And then he stopped, and she blinked to focus her eyes.
He stood, and with his unwavering gaze planted on her face, he stripped his jacket and shirt off.
Oh, my! What the man was hiding under those clothes!
Her hands itched to explore his broad chest, cut into two by a deep crevasse. Dark curls sprinkled over his firm pecs and arrowed straight down his stomach between rows of abs. The line of hair disappeared under his pants waistband.
As he moved, his shoulder muscles flexed, his arm muscles tensed, his abs bunched. Oh. The sight of it all!
She slid her hand down to her pussy, and touched herself.
“That is a beautiful sight,” he murmured.
“So is that. More. Show me more.”
“You first.”
She slowly drew circles over her clit. Smooth liquid warmth seeped from deep inside. “What do you want to see?”
“Your tits.”
She sat up, removed her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. With each button unfastened, his gaze heated more. His limbs visibly tensed. The lump under his baggy trousers grew more obvious. When her shirt was fully opened, she shrugged out of it.
“If you want to see more, you have to take off your pants first.”
As quick as a flash, he was standing in his skivvies, snug athletic boxers.
And that bulge was enormous!
“Your turn!” He tipped his head toward her, his gaze fixed at the center of her chest.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and then held the cups up over her boobs. The shoulder straps dropped down her arms. “I…uh…” Her boobs were too small. Would he be disappointed?
“Show me.”
She let the bra fall down and waited for his reaction.
Plain, unadulterated awe spread over his features. “They’re beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”
“They are?”
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“Yes. So firm and round, I can’t wait to feel them in my hands. I can’t wait to suck those lovely pink nipples…” He reached to touch her, but she backed away.
“Uh-uh! You still have your underwear on.”
Off they came, and out sprung a cock that practically made her drool. It was thick, long, and ready.
And she couldn’t wait to feel it buried deep inside.
She leaned back, opened her legs, and touched her pussy. “I want you.”
“How much do you want me?”
“This much.” Her attention focused on his flushed face,
He climbed on the bed, a knee on each side of her ankles, and in one swift motion removed her skirt.
Lying naked from the waist down, she felt her blood pounding through her heart and his legs tensing against her. This man, with his ill-fitting clothes and sexy bad-boy stubble, was going to make her come without even touching her!
He was a god!
As if he’d read her mind, he smiled, gripped her ankles in his hands and pushed them back and up, until her thighs were spread wide and her pussy open for his taking.
She gasped. “Oh, God!”
“Sweet Jesus, look at you. So wet and ready.” He licked his lips, and she mirrored him, licking hers. “I’m going to eat away every sweet drop.”
His gaze raked over her sensitive flesh, and she gasped for a breath. He lowered his face and she clamped her eyelids against the overwhelming sight.
His first touch to her pussy was tentative, and thoroughly intoxicating. With a slick tongue, he skirted her folds.
Blind in her need, she drew her legs back further, opening to him. “More.” His tongue flickered over her clit, and she gasped. Her back spasmed, arching to tilt her pussy up. Oh, how she wanted him inside! Her pussy was ready. She could smell the scent of her own arousal in the air. “Oh, yes! More. Fuck me.”
“Not yet. Patience, love.”
48
Body Chemistry
That was not what she wanted to hear. She reached for his head and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly and thrilling in the feel of his silky hair in her hands, the way his tongue danced over her pussy, the warmth pulsing through her body.
He sighed.
She sighed.
And then he stopped, and she blinked to focus her eyes.
He stood, and with his unwavering gaze planted on her face, he stripped his jacket and shirt off.
Oh, my! What the man was hiding under those clothes!
Her hands itched to explore his broad chest, cut into two by a deep crevasse. Dark curls sprinkled over his firm pecs and arrowed straight down his stomach between rows of abs. The line of hair disappeared under his pants waistband.
As he moved, his shoulder muscles flexed, his arm muscles tensed, his abs bunched. Oh. The sight of it all!
She slid her hand down to her pussy, and touched herself.
“That is a beautiful sight,” he murmured.
“So is that. More. Show me more.”
“You first.”
She slowly drew circles over her clit. Smooth liquid warmth seeped from deep inside. “What do you want to see?”
“Your tits.”
She sat up, removed her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt, slowly. With each button unfastened, his gaze heated more. His limbs visibly tensed. The lump under his baggy trousers grew more obvious. When her shirt was fully opened, she shrugged out of it.
“If you want to see more, you have to take off your pants first.”
As quick as a flash, he was standing in his skivvies, snug athletic boxers.
And that bulge was enormous!
“Your turn!” He tipped his head toward her, his gaze fixed at the center of her chest.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, and then held the cups up over her boobs. The shoulder straps dropped down her arms. “I…uh…” Her boobs were too small. Would he be disappointed?
“Show me.”
She let the bra fall down and waited for his reaction.
Plain, unadulterated awe spread over his features. “They’re beautiful. Absolutely perfect.”
“They are?”
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Tawny Taylor
“Yes. So firm and round, I can’t wait to feel them in my hands. I can’t wait to suck those lovely pink nipples…” He reached to touch her, but she backed away.
“Uh-uh! You still have your underwear on.”
Off they came, and out sprung a cock that practically made her drool. It was thick, long, and ready.
And she couldn’t wait to feel it buried deep inside.
She leaned back, opened her legs, and touched her pussy. “I want you.”
“How much do you want me?”
“This much.” Her attention focused on his flushed face,
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