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something, even if it was her own touch.
Jon grabbed it, stopping her just as her fingers reached her swollen nub.
“We’ll do that another time,” he said.
Holding the other hand above her pussy, he squeezed the grapes. Juice dripped over
her labia and she moaned as even that featherlike touch made her want to howl. He
moved his hand upward, letting the juice drip along her stomach and over her breasts.
He tossed the grapes aside and bent to lick the juice from her breasts. Melinda moaned
and squirmed, arching her breasts farther into his mouth. Her hips wiggled as well,
searching for something to press against, but he was careful to keep himself away
from her. He deliberately kept his touch just out of reach.
He dropped to his knees as his lips moved down her stomach. He placed a soft kiss
on her mound, just above her clit. She could feel his lips spread into a smile against
her flesh just before he spoke. “I like that you shave,” he murmured. “I like seeing
this bare pussy glistening with your cream.”
Melinda moaned and grasped the cushion on either side of her hips, holding tight to
the fabric.
“But you know what I think I would like seeing more?” He straightened and pulled her
hips closer to the edge.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“That glistening pussy full of my cock.”
Before Melinda could even react, he thrust his cock into her pussy. She screamed and
lifted her hips, forcing him deeper as he gave her every inch he had. His thickness
stretched her walls tight and their positions allowed his shaft to rub against that
sensitive spot just inside her channel.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed as he pulled out, then thrust back in, filling her even deeper.
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered as he watched his cock slide in and out of her opening. “I
definitely like the look of that.”
Melinda liked the feel of that. He felt so good, so big, so hot inside her she could
hardly keep herself from screaming with every deep thrust of his cock into her channel.
Her walls quivered and her womb tightened. She could feel her release building. Her
inner thighs began to shake and her hips lifted higher, her movements becoming more
frantic as her release grew ever closer.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”
Jon growled in response and pressed deeper, allowing his groin to grind against her
clit and his balls to slap against her ass. That touch against her sensitive tip was
the straw that opened her floodgates. With a loud shout she was sure would embarrass
her later, she exploded. A blinding light flashed behind her eyes as her release crested,
sending her flying over the edge.
It didn’t end quickly. Jon moved in a way that prolonged it, giving her more pleasure
than she ever thought she could feel during sex. It was almost too much.
Almost.
Just as her last throb of pleasure tensed her womb, Jon found his own climax and shouted
as he pressed deep.
“Oh, wow,” she said, unable to move.
Jon leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I think we both need a shower,”
he murmured, sounding just as drained as she felt.
“I’m not sure I can move to get into one.”
Jon’s chuckle vibrated against her breasts, and she groaned aloud as a tingling sensation
began to work its way through her lower body.
“How about you just carry me upstairs so I can take a nap?” she asked, only half-serious.
* * * *
Erik leaned against the bedroom doorjamb and watched the slow rise and fall of Melinda’s
chest as she slept. She’d kicked the covers off and the moonlight shone through the
open French door to illuminate her body. She looked so enticing lying there on her
back, one leg slightly bent and to the side, her arms over her head, her hands buried
under the pillow.
His gaze dropped to her smooth pussy, and his cock twitched behind the zipper of his
pants. They’d only been teasing her earlier about making her
Jon grabbed it, stopping her just as her fingers reached her swollen nub.
“We’ll do that another time,” he said.
Holding the other hand above her pussy, he squeezed the grapes. Juice dripped over
her labia and she moaned as even that featherlike touch made her want to howl. He
moved his hand upward, letting the juice drip along her stomach and over her breasts.
He tossed the grapes aside and bent to lick the juice from her breasts. Melinda moaned
and squirmed, arching her breasts farther into his mouth. Her hips wiggled as well,
searching for something to press against, but he was careful to keep himself away
from her. He deliberately kept his touch just out of reach.
He dropped to his knees as his lips moved down her stomach. He placed a soft kiss
on her mound, just above her clit. She could feel his lips spread into a smile against
her flesh just before he spoke. “I like that you shave,” he murmured. “I like seeing
this bare pussy glistening with your cream.”
Melinda moaned and grasped the cushion on either side of her hips, holding tight to
the fabric.
“But you know what I think I would like seeing more?” He straightened and pulled her
hips closer to the edge.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“That glistening pussy full of my cock.”
Before Melinda could even react, he thrust his cock into her pussy. She screamed and
lifted her hips, forcing him deeper as he gave her every inch he had. His thickness
stretched her walls tight and their positions allowed his shaft to rub against that
sensitive spot just inside her channel.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed as he pulled out, then thrust back in, filling her even deeper.
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered as he watched his cock slide in and out of her opening. “I
definitely like the look of that.”
Melinda liked the feel of that. He felt so good, so big, so hot inside her she could
hardly keep herself from screaming with every deep thrust of his cock into her channel.
Her walls quivered and her womb tightened. She could feel her release building. Her
inner thighs began to shake and her hips lifted higher, her movements becoming more
frantic as her release grew ever closer.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”
Jon growled in response and pressed deeper, allowing his groin to grind against her
clit and his balls to slap against her ass. That touch against her sensitive tip was
the straw that opened her floodgates. With a loud shout she was sure would embarrass
her later, she exploded. A blinding light flashed behind her eyes as her release crested,
sending her flying over the edge.
It didn’t end quickly. Jon moved in a way that prolonged it, giving her more pleasure
than she ever thought she could feel during sex. It was almost too much.
Almost.
Just as her last throb of pleasure tensed her womb, Jon found his own climax and shouted
as he pressed deep.
“Oh, wow,” she said, unable to move.
Jon leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I think we both need a shower,”
he murmured, sounding just as drained as she felt.
“I’m not sure I can move to get into one.”
Jon’s chuckle vibrated against her breasts, and she groaned aloud as a tingling sensation
began to work its way through her lower body.
“How about you just carry me upstairs so I can take a nap?” she asked, only half-serious.
* * * *
Erik leaned against the bedroom doorjamb and watched the slow rise and fall of Melinda’s
chest as she slept. She’d kicked the covers off and the moonlight shone through the
open French door to illuminate her body. She looked so enticing lying there on her
back, one leg slightly bent and to the side, her arms over her head, her hands buried
under the pillow.
His gaze dropped to her smooth pussy, and his cock twitched behind the zipper of his
pants. They’d only been teasing her earlier about making her
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