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stockings before him. With uninhibited sensuality she caressed her own breasts and pushed two of fingers between her legs. He could hardly believe her feverish, wanton response.
“Perhaps he would be buried to the hilt in your juicy pussy while I fucked your beautiful ass.” As he spoke he pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own, dipping two thick fingers inside, at the same time stroking her anus with his pinkie and her clit with his thumb.
He felt her shudder at his erotic suggestion and intimate touch. He was talking and strumming her to the verge of climax. Saying nothing she leaned over to snag her handbag hanging on the chair and found a condom. Ripping open the foil packet with her teeth she then rolled it over his granite hard cock, pushed his hand out from between her legs and slid slowly down, impaling herself on his length.
“Fantasies aren’t reality, but then again, you’re here with me and we have all night,” she gasped.
Locked together, gripping each other’s forearms, she began to move, clenching her core muscles tight as she dragged her cunt up and down his shaft. Primitive moans and groans filled the air as she rode him with a steady intensity that kept them both near the edge of release but not crashing over. Sweat coated their bodies as Shannon continued to clamp, squeeze, relax, and then push herself around his cock repeatedly. It was exquisite torture and he thrust his hips to meet her.
As he experienced the familiar clawing in his balls demanding that he purge them imminently, he tugged her closer. Moving his grip from her forearms to her back and shoulders, he slammed her down repeatedly. Rampaging toward release, he felt her come first, and her tight muscular spasms catapulted him over the edge. He grunted loudly and shuddered with total sexual satisfaction.
They clung to each other, breathing ragged, slick with sweat and boneless. Slowly Shannon shifted, and he slipped out like an otter sliding from the riverbank.
“That was...interesting. You sure know how to turn a girl on.”
“I think I had some inspiration,” he murmured softly in her ear.
“I’ve never been someone’s sexual muse before.” She chuckled throatily. “I’m not at all sure that I should invite you to Meadow Ridge, you might get corrupted.”
“It might be life-altering for the both of us,” he carefully joked.
“No, not likely, I’m all talk and no trousers.”
“All moans and no trousers,” he corrected, stroking her bare butt.
Luke felt that the he was past the moment of explaining who he was, coming clean and getting off lightly, he just couldn’t take the risk of scaring her off so soon, but perhaps he would tell her later, in the morning. He hoped that he was making the right decision, but the revelation that she was Rachael’s friend had, quite frankly, floored him. He remembered an old saying, “if in doubt say nothing,” and surely it was wiser to wait until he had discussed the matter with James.
He only hoped that at a later date Shannon didn’t hold this slight deception against him. As soon as he could he would call James, and together they would come up with a plan. Deep in his heart he was already considering that he might be prepared to go it alone with Shannon if James wasn’t interested. It was a sobering and unpleasant scenario to consider. Right now he was going to enjoy his time alone with her and would darn well make love to her like she’d never been loved before.
Chapter 7
It was 6:30 a.m. when Shannon’s alarm on her watch beeped quietly but persistently. She felt almost too tired to even raise her hand to cancel the annoying sound and wished she could ignore it. Bleary eyed and uncoordinated, she eventually fumbled with every button until the darn thing stopped. Then for the next ten minutes it went off sporadically until she could stand it no longer. It was worse than Chinese water torture. She sat up and hit the correct button. Ah, peace at last
“Perhaps he would be buried to the hilt in your juicy pussy while I fucked your beautiful ass.” As he spoke he pulled her hand away and replaced it with his own, dipping two thick fingers inside, at the same time stroking her anus with his pinkie and her clit with his thumb.
He felt her shudder at his erotic suggestion and intimate touch. He was talking and strumming her to the verge of climax. Saying nothing she leaned over to snag her handbag hanging on the chair and found a condom. Ripping open the foil packet with her teeth she then rolled it over his granite hard cock, pushed his hand out from between her legs and slid slowly down, impaling herself on his length.
“Fantasies aren’t reality, but then again, you’re here with me and we have all night,” she gasped.
Locked together, gripping each other’s forearms, she began to move, clenching her core muscles tight as she dragged her cunt up and down his shaft. Primitive moans and groans filled the air as she rode him with a steady intensity that kept them both near the edge of release but not crashing over. Sweat coated their bodies as Shannon continued to clamp, squeeze, relax, and then push herself around his cock repeatedly. It was exquisite torture and he thrust his hips to meet her.
As he experienced the familiar clawing in his balls demanding that he purge them imminently, he tugged her closer. Moving his grip from her forearms to her back and shoulders, he slammed her down repeatedly. Rampaging toward release, he felt her come first, and her tight muscular spasms catapulted him over the edge. He grunted loudly and shuddered with total sexual satisfaction.
They clung to each other, breathing ragged, slick with sweat and boneless. Slowly Shannon shifted, and he slipped out like an otter sliding from the riverbank.
“That was...interesting. You sure know how to turn a girl on.”
“I think I had some inspiration,” he murmured softly in her ear.
“I’ve never been someone’s sexual muse before.” She chuckled throatily. “I’m not at all sure that I should invite you to Meadow Ridge, you might get corrupted.”
“It might be life-altering for the both of us,” he carefully joked.
“No, not likely, I’m all talk and no trousers.”
“All moans and no trousers,” he corrected, stroking her bare butt.
Luke felt that the he was past the moment of explaining who he was, coming clean and getting off lightly, he just couldn’t take the risk of scaring her off so soon, but perhaps he would tell her later, in the morning. He hoped that he was making the right decision, but the revelation that she was Rachael’s friend had, quite frankly, floored him. He remembered an old saying, “if in doubt say nothing,” and surely it was wiser to wait until he had discussed the matter with James.
He only hoped that at a later date Shannon didn’t hold this slight deception against him. As soon as he could he would call James, and together they would come up with a plan. Deep in his heart he was already considering that he might be prepared to go it alone with Shannon if James wasn’t interested. It was a sobering and unpleasant scenario to consider. Right now he was going to enjoy his time alone with her and would darn well make love to her like she’d never been loved before.
Chapter 7
It was 6:30 a.m. when Shannon’s alarm on her watch beeped quietly but persistently. She felt almost too tired to even raise her hand to cancel the annoying sound and wished she could ignore it. Bleary eyed and uncoordinated, she eventually fumbled with every button until the darn thing stopped. Then for the next ten minutes it went off sporadically until she could stand it no longer. It was worse than Chinese water torture. She sat up and hit the correct button. Ah, peace at last
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