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felt
absolutely huge as it tried to force its way through his jeans.
Most promising, and she'd not hungered for sex with such urgency
since her encounter with Blake.
'You're
different,' Eugene murmured into her hair. 'What's happened? You've
never given me the come-on before. It must be that fabric. You look
wicked in it.'
'Maybe,' she
murmured, drawing in a sharp breath as his broad thumb revolved on
her nipple.
'Did something
happen at the Cloth Show?' he asked, looking at her in the glass as
he pulled the velvet tight over the cone-shaped teat and flicked it
mercilessly.
'Nothing
important,' she said, and arched her spine, lifting her ribs to
thrust her breasts against that stabbing pleasure.
'You must tell
me all about it later. But just for now there are things I want to
do to you,' he said, and spun her round till her nipples were
pressed to his chest.
'Careful,
don't crush it,' she warned, and pushed back a little to get rid of
the precious cloth, laying it over a chair away from harm.
Now she was
naked and, after admiring every inch of her, he picked a silk
dressing gown from one of the rails and draped it around her, then
walked her over to the sagging old sofa. There he sat down and held
out his hand to her. She took it and sank into the depths with him.
She was trembling with lust. It ran through her from the tips of
her toes to her cortex as she touched his clean-shaven cheek. He
caught her hand and kissed her fingers, sucking each one into his
mouth and licking it with a leisurely enjoyment that made her clit
thrum. Then he dropped a light kiss on her brow and drove his
fingers into her hair, massaging the scalp till she was almost
purring.
Every nerve in
her body quivered. He was kind and sincere and free from
attachments - no wife or girlfriend. He was as free as her, and
liked it that way. She ran her hands up his thighs, and then
dropped to her knees between them, pressing her face to the front
of his faded jeans and gnawing at the hard outline of the swollen
baton slanting beneath the denim. He trembled, and his fingers
gripped the corkscrew ringlets of her hair as her breath heated the
skin-tight denim and the cock beneath. Smiling inwardly, she ran
her tongue around the brass buttons fastening the flies. Eugene
groaned.
The buttons
were cold and she closed her teeth on the top one, worrying at it,
rampant to free his serpent and take it into her mouth. Glancing up
she saw the intent look on his face. It increased the flow of juice
wetting her quim. Her nipples were pebble-hard, her clitoris
red-hot. One orgasm was never enough for her hungry little bud.
'Unbuckle your
belt,' she ordered, very much in charge.
'Yes,
ma'am.'
As she watched
him deftly releasing the buckle, she remembered Julia recounting
how Gus had leathered her. Arlene had already dipped a toe into the
heady waters of S&M, but didn't think Eugene would try it - not
on this occasion, anyway. Later maybe. But her bottom clenched and
her skin smarted as she eyed the length of belt. She could almost
hear the hiss and feel the burn as it landed on her cringing
arse.
She took over,
finishing the job, baring the dark dimple of his navel and the
black thicket that covered his lower belly. He wasn't wearing
underpants, and as the final button yielded his cock sprung out,
striking her face. It was so tempting that she opened her mouth
wide and took it in, all the turgid length and thickness of it,
till it rammed her throat. She rocked her head, pulling on the cock
with a light suction, tasting the divine flavour of his pre-come.
She circled the foreskin, and pulled his jeans around his bottom so
that she could hold and fondle his heavy balls in their loose
bag.
He stopped her
then, murmuring, 'No more, baby, or I'll shoot my load. I want to
do it inside you, but not till I've given you the best frig you've
ever had.'
Still exposed,
his wet, fiery-headed cock jutting from his flies, he moved over
and pulled her up. A shiver rocked her as
absolutely huge as it tried to force its way through his jeans.
Most promising, and she'd not hungered for sex with such urgency
since her encounter with Blake.
'You're
different,' Eugene murmured into her hair. 'What's happened? You've
never given me the come-on before. It must be that fabric. You look
wicked in it.'
'Maybe,' she
murmured, drawing in a sharp breath as his broad thumb revolved on
her nipple.
'Did something
happen at the Cloth Show?' he asked, looking at her in the glass as
he pulled the velvet tight over the cone-shaped teat and flicked it
mercilessly.
'Nothing
important,' she said, and arched her spine, lifting her ribs to
thrust her breasts against that stabbing pleasure.
'You must tell
me all about it later. But just for now there are things I want to
do to you,' he said, and spun her round till her nipples were
pressed to his chest.
'Careful,
don't crush it,' she warned, and pushed back a little to get rid of
the precious cloth, laying it over a chair away from harm.
Now she was
naked and, after admiring every inch of her, he picked a silk
dressing gown from one of the rails and draped it around her, then
walked her over to the sagging old sofa. There he sat down and held
out his hand to her. She took it and sank into the depths with him.
She was trembling with lust. It ran through her from the tips of
her toes to her cortex as she touched his clean-shaven cheek. He
caught her hand and kissed her fingers, sucking each one into his
mouth and licking it with a leisurely enjoyment that made her clit
thrum. Then he dropped a light kiss on her brow and drove his
fingers into her hair, massaging the scalp till she was almost
purring.
Every nerve in
her body quivered. He was kind and sincere and free from
attachments - no wife or girlfriend. He was as free as her, and
liked it that way. She ran her hands up his thighs, and then
dropped to her knees between them, pressing her face to the front
of his faded jeans and gnawing at the hard outline of the swollen
baton slanting beneath the denim. He trembled, and his fingers
gripped the corkscrew ringlets of her hair as her breath heated the
skin-tight denim and the cock beneath. Smiling inwardly, she ran
her tongue around the brass buttons fastening the flies. Eugene
groaned.
The buttons
were cold and she closed her teeth on the top one, worrying at it,
rampant to free his serpent and take it into her mouth. Glancing up
she saw the intent look on his face. It increased the flow of juice
wetting her quim. Her nipples were pebble-hard, her clitoris
red-hot. One orgasm was never enough for her hungry little bud.
'Unbuckle your
belt,' she ordered, very much in charge.
'Yes,
ma'am.'
As she watched
him deftly releasing the buckle, she remembered Julia recounting
how Gus had leathered her. Arlene had already dipped a toe into the
heady waters of S&M, but didn't think Eugene would try it - not
on this occasion, anyway. Later maybe. But her bottom clenched and
her skin smarted as she eyed the length of belt. She could almost
hear the hiss and feel the burn as it landed on her cringing
arse.
She took over,
finishing the job, baring the dark dimple of his navel and the
black thicket that covered his lower belly. He wasn't wearing
underpants, and as the final button yielded his cock sprung out,
striking her face. It was so tempting that she opened her mouth
wide and took it in, all the turgid length and thickness of it,
till it rammed her throat. She rocked her head, pulling on the cock
with a light suction, tasting the divine flavour of his pre-come.
She circled the foreskin, and pulled his jeans around his bottom so
that she could hold and fondle his heavy balls in their loose
bag.
He stopped her
then, murmuring, 'No more, baby, or I'll shoot my load. I want to
do it inside you, but not till I've given you the best frig you've
ever had.'
Still exposed,
his wet, fiery-headed cock jutting from his flies, he moved over
and pulled her up. A shiver rocked her as
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