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Authors: Roslyn Hardy Holcomb
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things going through my mind right now.”
“How about this?”
Patrick gasped as she stroked a hand over his bottom and then pushed at his hip, obviously urging him to turn over.
Against his better judgment he did as she asked, something he regretted the moment she began tugging at the drawstring of his pants.
“What the hell are you—” He broke off as she unfastened the pants, then slipped her hand inside. He felt his control slipping away as she pushed his briefs aside. The feel of her soft flesh in such an intimate place was almost his undoing.
With a low murmur, she stroked her hand down his cock, then pulled it slowly out of his trousers. She studied it for a moment, fondling the head. He gritted his teeth to keep from coming when she glanced back up at him with a shy smile of approval. Then she whispered, “I've heard about this, but I'm not sure how it's done. Will you teach me how to pleasure you?”
Patrick's back arched involuntarily as he closed his eyes to restrain his need. Jesus Christ, no way in hell was he going to survive this. On the other hand, it was a helluva way to go. He answered through gritted teeth, “Just stroke it, baby, nice and slow.”
She gave him that shy smile again; then, in a move that would've befitted any porn star, she licked her palm in a sensuous motion—a movement that made what little blood was left in his head immediately rush to his groin. Now sufficiently lubricated, she slid her hand over his cock again, squeezing rhythmically along the way. The friction was driving him insane, and he slid back down on the mat, propping himself on one elbow so he could watch her suddenly seductive moves.
She continued stroking up and down for a long moment, her eyes focused on his cock in an avid stare that was viciously arousing. She glanced back up at him again. “Is this right?”
“If it was any righter I'd be a dead man. Squeeze the head a little bit,” he whispered, then had to struggle to hold back a shout when she complied with his instruction.
She continued the movements, down to the base, then back up. Now he was leaking precum in a steady stream, so she didn't need any further lubrication, but as if sensing how goddamned sexy that move was, she licked her palm again. Slowly this time, her eyes never leaving his face.
She groaned, almost a purr in the back of her throat, as if she sensed how close he was to coming. He watched as she licked her lips, and more than anything on earth he wanted to feel her mouth on him, but it was not to be. She began really stroking him now, sliding from tip to his balls at an increasingly frantic pace. His hips jerked in time to her motions. His mind shut down completely as he focused on nothing more than his desperate need to come.
He couldn't hold back the growls forcing their way from his throat, and then the shout when his orgasm swept him up, leaving him completely helpless in her hands. She smiled down at him, grabbing a towel from the mat, and began to clean both of them up.
He sat up, adjusting his clothing to make himself decent. Then he took her chin in his hands and leaned forward to capture her mouth beneath his own in a tender kiss.
“Wow, that was unbelievable,” he whispered against her lips. He looked down into her velvety brown eyes and smiled. “For a rookie, you've got skills. You took out the pro.” He leaned forward to kiss her again, but she moved away, rearranging her clothing with what seemed to be nervous energy. He lowered his hands to the mat again, giving her a questioning look.
Lelia met his eyes briefly and looked down again, still fumbling with the tie of her uniform. “This is wrong, Patrick. I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away in the moment.”
He grabbed her hands to still them. “You got carried away in the moment? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I told you there couldn't be anything between us. I thought
“How about this?”
Patrick gasped as she stroked a hand over his bottom and then pushed at his hip, obviously urging him to turn over.
Against his better judgment he did as she asked, something he regretted the moment she began tugging at the drawstring of his pants.
“What the hell are you—” He broke off as she unfastened the pants, then slipped her hand inside. He felt his control slipping away as she pushed his briefs aside. The feel of her soft flesh in such an intimate place was almost his undoing.
With a low murmur, she stroked her hand down his cock, then pulled it slowly out of his trousers. She studied it for a moment, fondling the head. He gritted his teeth to keep from coming when she glanced back up at him with a shy smile of approval. Then she whispered, “I've heard about this, but I'm not sure how it's done. Will you teach me how to pleasure you?”
Patrick's back arched involuntarily as he closed his eyes to restrain his need. Jesus Christ, no way in hell was he going to survive this. On the other hand, it was a helluva way to go. He answered through gritted teeth, “Just stroke it, baby, nice and slow.”
She gave him that shy smile again; then, in a move that would've befitted any porn star, she licked her palm in a sensuous motion—a movement that made what little blood was left in his head immediately rush to his groin. Now sufficiently lubricated, she slid her hand over his cock again, squeezing rhythmically along the way. The friction was driving him insane, and he slid back down on the mat, propping himself on one elbow so he could watch her suddenly seductive moves.
She continued stroking up and down for a long moment, her eyes focused on his cock in an avid stare that was viciously arousing. She glanced back up at him again. “Is this right?”
“If it was any righter I'd be a dead man. Squeeze the head a little bit,” he whispered, then had to struggle to hold back a shout when she complied with his instruction.
She continued the movements, down to the base, then back up. Now he was leaking precum in a steady stream, so she didn't need any further lubrication, but as if sensing how goddamned sexy that move was, she licked her palm again. Slowly this time, her eyes never leaving his face.
She groaned, almost a purr in the back of her throat, as if she sensed how close he was to coming. He watched as she licked her lips, and more than anything on earth he wanted to feel her mouth on him, but it was not to be. She began really stroking him now, sliding from tip to his balls at an increasingly frantic pace. His hips jerked in time to her motions. His mind shut down completely as he focused on nothing more than his desperate need to come.
He couldn't hold back the growls forcing their way from his throat, and then the shout when his orgasm swept him up, leaving him completely helpless in her hands. She smiled down at him, grabbing a towel from the mat, and began to clean both of them up.
He sat up, adjusting his clothing to make himself decent. Then he took her chin in his hands and leaned forward to capture her mouth beneath his own in a tender kiss.
“Wow, that was unbelievable,” he whispered against her lips. He looked down into her velvety brown eyes and smiled. “For a rookie, you've got skills. You took out the pro.” He leaned forward to kiss her again, but she moved away, rearranging her clothing with what seemed to be nervous energy. He lowered his hands to the mat again, giving her a questioning look.
Lelia met his eyes briefly and looked down again, still fumbling with the tie of her uniform. “This is wrong, Patrick. I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away in the moment.”
He grabbed her hands to still them. “You got carried away in the moment? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I told you there couldn't be anything between us. I thought
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