cock, hardening him to stone.
He needed to be her man, her only man. She touched his hair as he moved higher
and kissed her inner thighs halfway between her knees and the loose garter
clasps. He toyed with them as he kissed and licked. The thick scent of her
arousal went to his head, making him dizzy with need and reminding him how
close he was to her hidden wet folds.
Something louder than a moan rewarded him when he nipped the
tender skin of her inner thigh between his teeth. His member ached so hard he
had to clap a hand over the front of his trousers as if to keep it contained
there. Panting and aware his face was slick with sweat, he looked up at her and
ran a finger around the round neckline of her dress.
“I need to taste you here too and I don’t want to get
slapped this time.”
“I won’t,” she promised.
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons of her
bodice but his impatient hands pushed hers away. The sight of her white bra
blocking his way made him frown.
“You certainly wear a lot of undergarments,” he grumbled.
Before she could reply, he pulled down the straps and then
the cups until what he was after displayed proudly before him. Her nipples were
much darker than her skin, he realized. More importantly, they were long,
succulent and erect. He couldn’t get them into his mouth fast enough.
Not wanting her to close her legs again, he positioned
himself between them and braced his hands behind her on the table. Then he
leaned his mouth to one upturned nipple.
Her breath hissed in the back of her throat when he
hesitated. She must want this as much as he did. Maybe even more. Deciding to
tease her, he dragged his moustache across the tip. He wanted to make her as
hard as his cock.
She gyrated in response, pressing her breast against his
moustache and mouth. Without warning her, he extended his tongue and flicked
the erect tip back and forth until he thought they both might go crazy.
He groaned when she clasped the back of his head and pulled
him closer. Reading her needs, he opened his mouth and took the succulent
nipple inside. He intended to savor her slowly but that was impossible. His
mouth constricted, sucking harder than he intended as his lips clamped down.
Her fingers dug into the back of his neck. The sensation of
scratching nails and the sting that followed barely registered. To his delight,
she pulled his head to her other breast. He gave it the same treatment but
faster because as much as he wanted to tease the point slowly to full erection,
he couldn’t slow down this time. He pulled her into his mouth, rolling the
tender bud with his tongue.
The vision of a red light formed in his mind, warning him
they were both out of control but trying to stop it would be harder than halting
a train. If they did too much more of this, he knew he’d spread her legs the
rest of the way—dangling stockings and all—and fuck her right here on the
table. And he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was satisfied.
He also knew she didn’t want that.
Pushing off the table for leverage, he forced himself to
step back. The energy it took to restrain himself sapped him, making him hang
his head for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Everything, he thought as he looked up at her upturned
breasts, the dusky nipples slick with his saliva and swollen from his hard,
insistent sucking.
“I want you so much.” His voice sounded so raw he barely
recognized it as his own.
Feeling a bit more in control, he moved closer to her again.
He wasn’t done with her tonight and if he just went more slowly he was sure he
could stay in control more easily.
When he cleared his throat and gripped her knees to part
them, she held them closed with surprising strength.
“Am I going too fast?” he asked.
She looked away. “It’s not that.”
He persisted and spread her legs until he saw the prize he
sought. She wore step-in panties of white cotton and the wide legs teased him
with a view of
He needed to be her man, her only man. She touched his hair as he moved higher
and kissed her inner thighs halfway between her knees and the loose garter
clasps. He toyed with them as he kissed and licked. The thick scent of her
arousal went to his head, making him dizzy with need and reminding him how
close he was to her hidden wet folds.
Something louder than a moan rewarded him when he nipped the
tender skin of her inner thigh between his teeth. His member ached so hard he
had to clap a hand over the front of his trousers as if to keep it contained
there. Panting and aware his face was slick with sweat, he looked up at her and
ran a finger around the round neckline of her dress.
“I need to taste you here too and I don’t want to get
slapped this time.”
“I won’t,” she promised.
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons of her
bodice but his impatient hands pushed hers away. The sight of her white bra
blocking his way made him frown.
“You certainly wear a lot of undergarments,” he grumbled.
Before she could reply, he pulled down the straps and then
the cups until what he was after displayed proudly before him. Her nipples were
much darker than her skin, he realized. More importantly, they were long,
succulent and erect. He couldn’t get them into his mouth fast enough.
Not wanting her to close her legs again, he positioned
himself between them and braced his hands behind her on the table. Then he
leaned his mouth to one upturned nipple.
Her breath hissed in the back of her throat when he
hesitated. She must want this as much as he did. Maybe even more. Deciding to
tease her, he dragged his moustache across the tip. He wanted to make her as
hard as his cock.
She gyrated in response, pressing her breast against his
moustache and mouth. Without warning her, he extended his tongue and flicked
the erect tip back and forth until he thought they both might go crazy.
He groaned when she clasped the back of his head and pulled
him closer. Reading her needs, he opened his mouth and took the succulent
nipple inside. He intended to savor her slowly but that was impossible. His
mouth constricted, sucking harder than he intended as his lips clamped down.
Her fingers dug into the back of his neck. The sensation of
scratching nails and the sting that followed barely registered. To his delight,
she pulled his head to her other breast. He gave it the same treatment but
faster because as much as he wanted to tease the point slowly to full erection,
he couldn’t slow down this time. He pulled her into his mouth, rolling the
tender bud with his tongue.
The vision of a red light formed in his mind, warning him
they were both out of control but trying to stop it would be harder than halting
a train. If they did too much more of this, he knew he’d spread her legs the
rest of the way—dangling stockings and all—and fuck her right here on the
table. And he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was satisfied.
He also knew she didn’t want that.
Pushing off the table for leverage, he forced himself to
step back. The energy it took to restrain himself sapped him, making him hang
his head for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Everything, he thought as he looked up at her upturned
breasts, the dusky nipples slick with his saliva and swollen from his hard,
insistent sucking.
“I want you so much.” His voice sounded so raw he barely
recognized it as his own.
Feeling a bit more in control, he moved closer to her again.
He wasn’t done with her tonight and if he just went more slowly he was sure he
could stay in control more easily.
When he cleared his throat and gripped her knees to part
them, she held them closed with surprising strength.
“Am I going too fast?” he asked.
She looked away. “It’s not that.”
He persisted and spread her legs until he saw the prize he
sought. She wore step-in panties of white cotton and the wide legs teased him
with a view of
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