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massaged my breast through my bra, still moist from his suckling, while he deliberately pressed his body into my groin in a slow sensual rhythm.
Oh yes, when it came to lighting a fire, fanning it, making it explode , this man knew how and when, with flawless timing.
Kneading my breast with one hand, he used his tongue to delicately explore my navel, the heat of his breath sending delicious shudders through me. His other hand traced up my ribs, sliding under the bra cup, directly onto private flesh. The pads of his fingers painted fiery lines up the curve until index and thumb closed around my taut nipple and gently, rhythmically pinched .
I gasped and arched. It pushed me into his hands, his mouth, his body. Heat and need crashed deep inside, bursting into a flush of perspiration.
He dragged himself up my body, deliberately grinding. A rumble came up with him, the low, rolling vibration like a lion purring. In the near-dark, his eyes glowed like ingots, searching my face for cues I didn’t know I was giving until he seized my mouth in a searing kiss, not asking but demanding.
My whole body melted in response.
Sex with other men was fulfilling. I knew exactly how to maximize mutual pleasure. Sex with Luke was adventure, daring. The wild unknown, yet I felt absolutely secure.
When I was yielding and panting and pliant, he flipped my bra up, bent and fastened onto one naked nipple.
Bright need splashed, waves of desire slapping against the shore of my body, rising waters pushing me higher. Heart racing in excitement, I took his face, raised him to my mouth, and battled back with tongue and teeth. I undulated against him with the urge to move. His weight, all hard hot muscle, made me feel like I was scrubbing against a cliff.
With a growl of encouragement, he began grinding into me, thrusting his big body in counterpoint to my own rolling hips.
I slid my hands down his neck to his shoulders for purchase in the growing storm. His shirt was damp; he was excited too, driving my own arousal sky-high.
His mouth left mine. I whimpered a protest, but he kissed down my jaw, nipping at my throat, his teeth exquisitely sharp and stinging tiny thrills along the flesh, melting my protest into moans. I was getting swollen and sodden where we banged hips against each other and my breath was coming in soft gasps.
With a hand, he cupped my naked breast. What overflowed most men’s palms filled his perfectly. Glancing up at me, eyes glowing under heavy lids, he licked down my collarbone and breast to the tip…and nipped.
I arched in reaction, smacking against his big body, barely moving him. He growled and nipped again. I writhed, but he contained me with his weight. Frustration added sharp piquancy to my desire, a spiraling arousal so heady I was ready to explode.
And then he slid his hand from my breast, down my ribs onto my hip…and lifted himself slightly, just far enough that he could possibly slip that hand between us. I stopped breathing. His lids lifted again and I could see, not so much a question there, as an offer. He would take me to paradise. All I had to do was give him some sign that I agreed.
Here’s your sign. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand into my pants.
He chuffed a surprised laugh. But he was already burrowing down into my pants, fingers thrusting under my panties. Onto my sex.
Into my sex.
“ Yesss. ” I was live-wired from nipple to slit and the thrust of his finger banged close the circuit. My every nerve and muscle contracted with do me now.
With a chuckle, his hand started moving, hot finger sliding in and out. My thighs clamped around him as his hand rode me. A tide of need rose in my throat. A whimper rose with it and tumbled out.
Clamping on to my nipple with his steamy mouth, he began to suckle, sending more bright bolts between breast and sex. As he sucked, sleek hard fangs grew against my skin, setting everything primitive inside me to begging.
I had a sudden craving to be
Oh yes, when it came to lighting a fire, fanning it, making it explode , this man knew how and when, with flawless timing.
Kneading my breast with one hand, he used his tongue to delicately explore my navel, the heat of his breath sending delicious shudders through me. His other hand traced up my ribs, sliding under the bra cup, directly onto private flesh. The pads of his fingers painted fiery lines up the curve until index and thumb closed around my taut nipple and gently, rhythmically pinched .
I gasped and arched. It pushed me into his hands, his mouth, his body. Heat and need crashed deep inside, bursting into a flush of perspiration.
He dragged himself up my body, deliberately grinding. A rumble came up with him, the low, rolling vibration like a lion purring. In the near-dark, his eyes glowed like ingots, searching my face for cues I didn’t know I was giving until he seized my mouth in a searing kiss, not asking but demanding.
My whole body melted in response.
Sex with other men was fulfilling. I knew exactly how to maximize mutual pleasure. Sex with Luke was adventure, daring. The wild unknown, yet I felt absolutely secure.
When I was yielding and panting and pliant, he flipped my bra up, bent and fastened onto one naked nipple.
Bright need splashed, waves of desire slapping against the shore of my body, rising waters pushing me higher. Heart racing in excitement, I took his face, raised him to my mouth, and battled back with tongue and teeth. I undulated against him with the urge to move. His weight, all hard hot muscle, made me feel like I was scrubbing against a cliff.
With a growl of encouragement, he began grinding into me, thrusting his big body in counterpoint to my own rolling hips.
I slid my hands down his neck to his shoulders for purchase in the growing storm. His shirt was damp; he was excited too, driving my own arousal sky-high.
His mouth left mine. I whimpered a protest, but he kissed down my jaw, nipping at my throat, his teeth exquisitely sharp and stinging tiny thrills along the flesh, melting my protest into moans. I was getting swollen and sodden where we banged hips against each other and my breath was coming in soft gasps.
With a hand, he cupped my naked breast. What overflowed most men’s palms filled his perfectly. Glancing up at me, eyes glowing under heavy lids, he licked down my collarbone and breast to the tip…and nipped.
I arched in reaction, smacking against his big body, barely moving him. He growled and nipped again. I writhed, but he contained me with his weight. Frustration added sharp piquancy to my desire, a spiraling arousal so heady I was ready to explode.
And then he slid his hand from my breast, down my ribs onto my hip…and lifted himself slightly, just far enough that he could possibly slip that hand between us. I stopped breathing. His lids lifted again and I could see, not so much a question there, as an offer. He would take me to paradise. All I had to do was give him some sign that I agreed.
Here’s your sign. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand into my pants.
He chuffed a surprised laugh. But he was already burrowing down into my pants, fingers thrusting under my panties. Onto my sex.
Into my sex.
“ Yesss. ” I was live-wired from nipple to slit and the thrust of his finger banged close the circuit. My every nerve and muscle contracted with do me now.
With a chuckle, his hand started moving, hot finger sliding in and out. My thighs clamped around him as his hand rode me. A tide of need rose in my throat. A whimper rose with it and tumbled out.
Clamping on to my nipple with his steamy mouth, he began to suckle, sending more bright bolts between breast and sex. As he sucked, sleek hard fangs grew against my skin, setting everything primitive inside me to begging.
I had a sudden craving to be
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