her close-clipped curls, then dipped into her wet pussy, he knew he could.
She put her feet flat on the shiny bedspread—a mix of royal purple, mauve and gold—as she continued to finger herself. Shit! He could feel his balls beginning to draw up for release. He’d not even touched her yet, aside from putting her on the bed.
“You like me watching you.” He made it a statement.
“I like watching you.”
Nothing shy about her. Her knees fell wider, giving him a much clearer view of her fingers—three of them now—as they plunged in and out of her wetness. With her free hand, she cupped a breast and tweaked the nipple. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as a cry slipped free.
“Then watch me,” he ordered when her lids lowered.
Her eyes were hazy and filled with desire but she listened. Her fingers stimulated her clit and he gripped himself harder as his strokes came faster. He stepped closer to the bed and the scent of her arousal met him, welcomed him, taunted him.
“I want you,” she said.
“I want to watch you get yourself off.”
Her gaze burned with fire and he noticed the sudden hitch in her breath. She took her hand from her breast and it joined the one between her legs. “Only if I get to watch you.”
Fuck me . It wouldn’t take but a moment for him to lose it. Although, from her expression, he didn’t think she was that far either.
He released his shaft and reached down, swiping two fingers through her cream to coat his cock. She moaned and he paused in his renewed stroking.
“You can’t just watch, sweetheart.”
He really should have just let her observe. It would have been easier. She licked her lips and drove those three fingers back inside her core. Her other hand played with her clit, rolling it, tugging it, making it stiffen even more. She panted and mewled in obvious pleasure and he almost came just from watching her. He had to hold out, he didn’t want to miss a second of her display.
Her hips rolled and arched off the bed as she finally crested, a loud cry bursting from her lips. Christ, she was a thing of beauty when she came. So pure, uninhibited and honest.
He had a condom on before she had even stopped shaking, moved between her spread thighs and with one single stroke sank into her heat, replacing her fingers with his cock. Her cry, which had been fading, crescendoed.
Fire burned. Thunder boomed. All in his head, he knew, but he also knew he wouldn’t last long. She was too tight, too hot. He drew back, stared in her desire filled eyes and thrust forwards again.
Her internal muscles rippled around him, gripping him, trying to keep him deep inside. Somehow he managed to force back his own desire and started a slow, easy rhythm. In and out. Back and forth. Nice and undemanding.
Halyn captured her lower lip in her teeth as she undulated beneath him, keeping in time with his strokes. Her large eyes focused on him and he could read the blatant need in them.
“Please,” she gasped.
“What, sweetheart?”
“Faster. More. Harder.”
Three words that sounded divine to his ears. But he didn’t want it to end. Shaking his head slightly, he leant down to brush their lips together. “No. Easy.”
“Enzo.”
He chuckled, even though he wanted to take her up on the faster, more, harder. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you looked getting yourself off?” He dipped a shoulder and repositioned one of her legs over it. Then he did the same to the other side so the backs of her knees rested on him. “Oh, yeah,” he rumbled. “I like this much better. I can get even deeper into your pussy.”
He punctuated the statement with two powerful drives into her. She dug her nails into his forearms and went with him. Her gaze locked on his, he continued to piston his hips, he filled her then retreated, only to do it all over again. His balls had drawn tighter and he knew it would be over for him soon. Her breasts bounced with each forwards motion he made and his mouth
She put her feet flat on the shiny bedspread—a mix of royal purple, mauve and gold—as she continued to finger herself. Shit! He could feel his balls beginning to draw up for release. He’d not even touched her yet, aside from putting her on the bed.
“You like me watching you.” He made it a statement.
“I like watching you.”
Nothing shy about her. Her knees fell wider, giving him a much clearer view of her fingers—three of them now—as they plunged in and out of her wetness. With her free hand, she cupped a breast and tweaked the nipple. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as a cry slipped free.
“Then watch me,” he ordered when her lids lowered.
Her eyes were hazy and filled with desire but she listened. Her fingers stimulated her clit and he gripped himself harder as his strokes came faster. He stepped closer to the bed and the scent of her arousal met him, welcomed him, taunted him.
“I want you,” she said.
“I want to watch you get yourself off.”
Her gaze burned with fire and he noticed the sudden hitch in her breath. She took her hand from her breast and it joined the one between her legs. “Only if I get to watch you.”
Fuck me . It wouldn’t take but a moment for him to lose it. Although, from her expression, he didn’t think she was that far either.
He released his shaft and reached down, swiping two fingers through her cream to coat his cock. She moaned and he paused in his renewed stroking.
“You can’t just watch, sweetheart.”
He really should have just let her observe. It would have been easier. She licked her lips and drove those three fingers back inside her core. Her other hand played with her clit, rolling it, tugging it, making it stiffen even more. She panted and mewled in obvious pleasure and he almost came just from watching her. He had to hold out, he didn’t want to miss a second of her display.
Her hips rolled and arched off the bed as she finally crested, a loud cry bursting from her lips. Christ, she was a thing of beauty when she came. So pure, uninhibited and honest.
He had a condom on before she had even stopped shaking, moved between her spread thighs and with one single stroke sank into her heat, replacing her fingers with his cock. Her cry, which had been fading, crescendoed.
Fire burned. Thunder boomed. All in his head, he knew, but he also knew he wouldn’t last long. She was too tight, too hot. He drew back, stared in her desire filled eyes and thrust forwards again.
Her internal muscles rippled around him, gripping him, trying to keep him deep inside. Somehow he managed to force back his own desire and started a slow, easy rhythm. In and out. Back and forth. Nice and undemanding.
Halyn captured her lower lip in her teeth as she undulated beneath him, keeping in time with his strokes. Her large eyes focused on him and he could read the blatant need in them.
“Please,” she gasped.
“What, sweetheart?”
“Faster. More. Harder.”
Three words that sounded divine to his ears. But he didn’t want it to end. Shaking his head slightly, he leant down to brush their lips together. “No. Easy.”
“Enzo.”
He chuckled, even though he wanted to take her up on the faster, more, harder. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you looked getting yourself off?” He dipped a shoulder and repositioned one of her legs over it. Then he did the same to the other side so the backs of her knees rested on him. “Oh, yeah,” he rumbled. “I like this much better. I can get even deeper into your pussy.”
He punctuated the statement with two powerful drives into her. She dug her nails into his forearms and went with him. Her gaze locked on his, he continued to piston his hips, he filled her then retreated, only to do it all over again. His balls had drawn tighter and he knew it would be over for him soon. Her breasts bounced with each forwards motion he made and his mouth
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