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starting over again. He lifted each to his lips, tasting the distended nubs, flicking them with his tongue until she purred, writhing beneath his hands, his lips. He smoothed up her chest, her neck, over her face, sculpting, molding, his lips following, punctuating each caress. She was floating on a cloud of pleasure.
He traced back down the same oily path he’d begun, over her ribs and her rounded stomach, dipping one finger into the well of her bellybutton before trailing it downward, following the path of her belly chain. He rolled the tiny links over her tummy. Half the pleasure was watching Jake’s face as he massaged and nibbled his way over her body. He worked the flesh of her thighs, spreading them to make room for his shoulders as he slid between them. He poured edible oil over the top of her pussy and she lifted to her elbows, watching him part her labia to expose her clit. He tilted his head back so she could see his slow descent. She felt the warm puff of his breath before he slid the tip of his tongue over her. She almost came off the mat but he was holding her still, nibbling, sucking, feasting on her and it was that image that sent her over the edge.
Jake slid up over her oil-slicked body, held her as she shook and cried out then took her mouth in a kiss that seared every quickening nerve and sent her careening once more. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, shuddering and moaning, mindless in that moment, unable to get close enough. She tried to wrap her legs around him.
“Not yet,” he whispered into her mouth, his vanilla-scented breath warm. He soothed her quivering legs and rolled her over quickly covering himself with a condom. “I’m every gladiator you ever dreamed of,” he said, pulling her hips into his groin, parting her, sliding into her pussy. She jerked, still too raw from her release and he slowed for a moment, waiting until she became accustomed to his girth before he began thrusting slowly, methodically, urging her toward another peak of pleasure.
Her breath shuddered out of her when she felt the warm oil he trickled into her ass. She closed her eyes, waiting an interminable few seconds before he began slicking it into her tight passage, lifting her hips even higher. She was so totally open, exposed by her own needs she moaned as he swiveled first one then two oily fingers into her ass. He poured more oil between them and massaged it deeper into her.
Ella lifted herself up on her hands and knees, rocked backward onto his fingers, felt the tip of the dildo enter her ass and slowed. She was so wet, so hot, so mindless with need. She watched their reflection in the cheval glass as he thrust inside her, his cock filling her pussy in time with the dildo’s thrust. And it hit her, hard and fast, ruthless in its truth. Her deepest, darkest fantasy. She was being taken by two men—Jake the fantasy and Jake the real man both wanted her.
Their eyes met. Jake strained behind her, sweat pouring down his angular face, the corded muscles of his neck and chest. The longing she’d glimpsed before stark and beautiful, every thrust controlled. She could tell him anything, ask for anything. Give anything. And at that moment she wanted to give him everything. She clenched her teeth against the desire he was building and gave in to it.
“I need you,” she rasped, biting her lip. He slowed and she nodded. “Only you,” she whispered, and he didn’t pretend to misunderstand. He eased his jelly rival out and his fingers were gentle as he funneled more oil into her ass. And then he was easing just the tip of his cock into her and then the crown, slowly until she braced herself and pushed backward with a whimper, felt the tight stricture he pushed past give way to the promised fullness she was desperate for. Shaking with desire she whispered his name like a prayer.
So many firsts, so much trust. She watched them in the mirror. He was careful and she didn’t want to be, she wanted
He traced back down the same oily path he’d begun, over her ribs and her rounded stomach, dipping one finger into the well of her bellybutton before trailing it downward, following the path of her belly chain. He rolled the tiny links over her tummy. Half the pleasure was watching Jake’s face as he massaged and nibbled his way over her body. He worked the flesh of her thighs, spreading them to make room for his shoulders as he slid between them. He poured edible oil over the top of her pussy and she lifted to her elbows, watching him part her labia to expose her clit. He tilted his head back so she could see his slow descent. She felt the warm puff of his breath before he slid the tip of his tongue over her. She almost came off the mat but he was holding her still, nibbling, sucking, feasting on her and it was that image that sent her over the edge.
Jake slid up over her oil-slicked body, held her as she shook and cried out then took her mouth in a kiss that seared every quickening nerve and sent her careening once more. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, shuddering and moaning, mindless in that moment, unable to get close enough. She tried to wrap her legs around him.
“Not yet,” he whispered into her mouth, his vanilla-scented breath warm. He soothed her quivering legs and rolled her over quickly covering himself with a condom. “I’m every gladiator you ever dreamed of,” he said, pulling her hips into his groin, parting her, sliding into her pussy. She jerked, still too raw from her release and he slowed for a moment, waiting until she became accustomed to his girth before he began thrusting slowly, methodically, urging her toward another peak of pleasure.
Her breath shuddered out of her when she felt the warm oil he trickled into her ass. She closed her eyes, waiting an interminable few seconds before he began slicking it into her tight passage, lifting her hips even higher. She was so totally open, exposed by her own needs she moaned as he swiveled first one then two oily fingers into her ass. He poured more oil between them and massaged it deeper into her.
Ella lifted herself up on her hands and knees, rocked backward onto his fingers, felt the tip of the dildo enter her ass and slowed. She was so wet, so hot, so mindless with need. She watched their reflection in the cheval glass as he thrust inside her, his cock filling her pussy in time with the dildo’s thrust. And it hit her, hard and fast, ruthless in its truth. Her deepest, darkest fantasy. She was being taken by two men—Jake the fantasy and Jake the real man both wanted her.
Their eyes met. Jake strained behind her, sweat pouring down his angular face, the corded muscles of his neck and chest. The longing she’d glimpsed before stark and beautiful, every thrust controlled. She could tell him anything, ask for anything. Give anything. And at that moment she wanted to give him everything. She clenched her teeth against the desire he was building and gave in to it.
“I need you,” she rasped, biting her lip. He slowed and she nodded. “Only you,” she whispered, and he didn’t pretend to misunderstand. He eased his jelly rival out and his fingers were gentle as he funneled more oil into her ass. And then he was easing just the tip of his cock into her and then the crown, slowly until she braced herself and pushed backward with a whimper, felt the tight stricture he pushed past give way to the promised fullness she was desperate for. Shaking with desire she whispered his name like a prayer.
So many firsts, so much trust. She watched them in the mirror. He was careful and she didn’t want to be, she wanted
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