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stroking the sensitive flesh just below my navel. I shivered and started unbuttoning my blouse.
I didn ’t remember the buttons being so small and difficult when I put it on. Rob helped me, kneeling between my thighs as he worked the buttons from the bottom up, our hands meeting in the middle. He spread my shirt open, gaze moving over the black lace of my bra, my nipples hardening, pressing against the silky material.
“ You’re like a painting.” He traced one finger between my cleavage, over my belly, dipping into my navel. “I could write a song about you.”
“ That would be flattering.” I felt dreamy, seeing everything in soft-focus. “What would you call it?”
“ Siren Song.” His hand moved to undo my belt and slip my skirt over my hips and thighs. He tossed it on the floor, spreading my legs again with his hands and kneeling between them.
“ I’m not sure that’s a compliment.” I caught his hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth and kissing his fingertips, one by one.
“ It is,” he assured me. “You’re quite irresistible.”
He moved off me. “Roll over.”
I obliged, letting him pull my shirt off. He unhooked my bra, his hands kneading warmth into the flesh of my back. I slipped off the straps, flinging it over the side of the bed.
“Up.” He lifted my hips, pulling me to my knees. I let him lead me, lost in the soft kisses raining over my back and bottom. His hands roamed over my legs in the fishnets and when he pulled my panties down my thighs, I moaned, feeling completely exposed to him now.
His breath was hot over my behind as he began to feather kisses there, moving closer and closer to my center. Wiggling towards him, I arched my back, his tongue beginning to probe between the lips of my vulva.
“ Yes!” I spread myself open, showing him. He rewarded my effort, slipping his tongue deeper into my folds. His nose pressed into the soft flesh of my perineum, his breath like velvet heat. His tongue took the same circular path his fingers had traveled over my clit when we were outside, this time an easier, softer touch.
He tugged my panties further down, trying to work them off me. I stretched out, loathe to move away from his tongue, so he could slip them past my knees. Rolling to my back, I spread my legs, opening my slit for him with my fingers. His gaze was already there, his tongue moving across his lips as he watched me touch my clit and slide my finger into my flesh.
“ Hell, yes! Keep doing that!” He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and threw it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor as he watched me finger myself. Bare-chested, the sight of him took my breath away. He moved around the end of the bed, stretching out next to me on his side and propping his head on his elbow so he could put his face right near the apex of my thighs and watch me.
“ Put two more fingers in,” he murmured, and I turned my head, realizing, when he reached his hand down there to adjust himself, I was face-to-face with the zipper of his jeans.
“ I don’t know if I can,” I admitted, sliding a second finger into my wetness.
“More.” He groaned, his hand moving, rubbing over the crotch of his jeans.
I slid another finger inside, three fingers now, moving slowly in and out.
“Yeah! Fuck yourself like that, Sabrina.” He kissed the elastic across the top of my stocking. The sound of his words made me shiver, and I fingered myself faster.
He grabbed my hips, and I gasped as he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. His fingers probed me, thicker and rougher than mine, sliding into my flesh. His tongue found my clit, licking and sucking with abandon, as if he could devour me. I whimpered, wiggling on his face, resting my cheek against the seam of his jeans, feeling the throb of his cock.
“Rob,” I whispered, moving my hips in little circles. “Oh, God, that’s so good.”
He didn ’t answer me, but he made a noise in his throat, his tongue flicking
I didn ’t remember the buttons being so small and difficult when I put it on. Rob helped me, kneeling between my thighs as he worked the buttons from the bottom up, our hands meeting in the middle. He spread my shirt open, gaze moving over the black lace of my bra, my nipples hardening, pressing against the silky material.
“ You’re like a painting.” He traced one finger between my cleavage, over my belly, dipping into my navel. “I could write a song about you.”
“ That would be flattering.” I felt dreamy, seeing everything in soft-focus. “What would you call it?”
“ Siren Song.” His hand moved to undo my belt and slip my skirt over my hips and thighs. He tossed it on the floor, spreading my legs again with his hands and kneeling between them.
“ I’m not sure that’s a compliment.” I caught his hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth and kissing his fingertips, one by one.
“ It is,” he assured me. “You’re quite irresistible.”
He moved off me. “Roll over.”
I obliged, letting him pull my shirt off. He unhooked my bra, his hands kneading warmth into the flesh of my back. I slipped off the straps, flinging it over the side of the bed.
“Up.” He lifted my hips, pulling me to my knees. I let him lead me, lost in the soft kisses raining over my back and bottom. His hands roamed over my legs in the fishnets and when he pulled my panties down my thighs, I moaned, feeling completely exposed to him now.
His breath was hot over my behind as he began to feather kisses there, moving closer and closer to my center. Wiggling towards him, I arched my back, his tongue beginning to probe between the lips of my vulva.
“ Yes!” I spread myself open, showing him. He rewarded my effort, slipping his tongue deeper into my folds. His nose pressed into the soft flesh of my perineum, his breath like velvet heat. His tongue took the same circular path his fingers had traveled over my clit when we were outside, this time an easier, softer touch.
He tugged my panties further down, trying to work them off me. I stretched out, loathe to move away from his tongue, so he could slip them past my knees. Rolling to my back, I spread my legs, opening my slit for him with my fingers. His gaze was already there, his tongue moving across his lips as he watched me touch my clit and slide my finger into my flesh.
“ Hell, yes! Keep doing that!” He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and threw it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor as he watched me finger myself. Bare-chested, the sight of him took my breath away. He moved around the end of the bed, stretching out next to me on his side and propping his head on his elbow so he could put his face right near the apex of my thighs and watch me.
“ Put two more fingers in,” he murmured, and I turned my head, realizing, when he reached his hand down there to adjust himself, I was face-to-face with the zipper of his jeans.
“ I don’t know if I can,” I admitted, sliding a second finger into my wetness.
“More.” He groaned, his hand moving, rubbing over the crotch of his jeans.
I slid another finger inside, three fingers now, moving slowly in and out.
“Yeah! Fuck yourself like that, Sabrina.” He kissed the elastic across the top of my stocking. The sound of his words made me shiver, and I fingered myself faster.
He grabbed my hips, and I gasped as he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. His fingers probed me, thicker and rougher than mine, sliding into my flesh. His tongue found my clit, licking and sucking with abandon, as if he could devour me. I whimpered, wiggling on his face, resting my cheek against the seam of his jeans, feeling the throb of his cock.
“Rob,” I whispered, moving my hips in little circles. “Oh, God, that’s so good.”
He didn ’t answer me, but he made a noise in his throat, his tongue flicking
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