adoring.
His breath was gone. It left, along with his rational thought processes.
All Nathan was aware of was the taste of her sweet mouth, the scent of her tempting perfume and the feel of her hands on his penis, sheathing him.
“Did you go to uni?” Her fingers aroused as they worked, tempting his erection in soft sweeps of motion and cupping his testicles in deliciously teasing caresses.
“Did I go where?” Not so easy concentrating when she teased him like that.
“To college.”
Ah. Okay. Easy enough question. “Spent seven years at Brown.”
The scent of her fragrance was not the only aroma perfuming the air. She was aroused, and the slightly musky, oh-so-subtle smell, hit him like a full-body blow.
He’d missed her, he realized with a start. Missed her desperately. Had wanted to wake up feeling the curve of her spine against his stomach and chest. Had wanted to hold her while he slept. Had wanted…her. Just wanted her.
“What did you study?” Sophie straddled him again, her thighs on either side of his. There was nothing separating them. Nothing to prevent the sensational burst of pleasure as she wrapped her hand around his erection, positioning him just so, and eased her pussy over his cock, sliding down to take him inside. Enveloping him completely.
He struggled to pinpoint his answer. What had he studied? Christ, he’d spent seven years doing it, yet the answer eluded him.
He shifted his ass forward slightly, so he could lean against the back of the couch and give Sophie more space. “Business and marketing,” he groaned, grateful for the one-second burst of clarity. “With a master’s degree in economics.”
In this position Sophie was in control. He was at her mercy.
She showed him none. Or maybe she showed him too much. Nathan was incapable of telling. He was aware of nothing but the feel of her pussy sliding over his cock, up and down. Over and over, slowly at first and then gaining speed. Aware of nothing but the way her breasts bobbed as she rocked atop him. Nothing but the angle of her neck beckoning to his lips as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Nothing but her soft, bewitching moans.
“Wh-what did you do with your degree when you left Brown?”
Fuck, how was she still talking? Focused enough to ask questions?
How could he be focused enough to answer honestly, without giving up Speed in the process? He wasn’t ready to go there with Sophie. Wasn’t ready to reveal his public persona, when his private one was so very, very happy to be the focus of her attention.
“Went into a j-joint business venture with my brothers and a friend.” He couldn’t last like this, didn’t have the stamina. A day without making love to her had left him rabid for another Sophie-inspired orgasm. It built fast, furiously. “Something we’d started dabbling in at college. It took off better than we expected.” He was ready to come in minutes, seconds. But not without her. “Made us a tidy sum of money before my youngest brother had finished his undergrad studies.”
Nathan traced his hand over her body, starting at the base of her throat, moving down between her breasts and over the gentle swell of her belly, easing past her navel and coming to rest on the thin strip of hair above her pussy.
Sophie exhaled in a rush, rocking her hips forward, exposing herself to his touch.
“He dropped out of college and joined us full-time.” Christ, his balls were knots of steel, so tight he wasn’t sure he’d last. A tempestuous storm raged within, demanding release. An orgasm inside Sophie would be paradise. But an orgasm inside her while she climaxed above him? The ultimate high.
Sophie opened her mouth, and he knew another question was coming. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer it, more that he no longer had the strength to talk. Or the concentration. His life force was gathering in his groin, draining his brain and other body parts of blood. Of logic.
He slipped his thumb lower,
His breath was gone. It left, along with his rational thought processes.
All Nathan was aware of was the taste of her sweet mouth, the scent of her tempting perfume and the feel of her hands on his penis, sheathing him.
“Did you go to uni?” Her fingers aroused as they worked, tempting his erection in soft sweeps of motion and cupping his testicles in deliciously teasing caresses.
“Did I go where?” Not so easy concentrating when she teased him like that.
“To college.”
Ah. Okay. Easy enough question. “Spent seven years at Brown.”
The scent of her fragrance was not the only aroma perfuming the air. She was aroused, and the slightly musky, oh-so-subtle smell, hit him like a full-body blow.
He’d missed her, he realized with a start. Missed her desperately. Had wanted to wake up feeling the curve of her spine against his stomach and chest. Had wanted to hold her while he slept. Had wanted…her. Just wanted her.
“What did you study?” Sophie straddled him again, her thighs on either side of his. There was nothing separating them. Nothing to prevent the sensational burst of pleasure as she wrapped her hand around his erection, positioning him just so, and eased her pussy over his cock, sliding down to take him inside. Enveloping him completely.
He struggled to pinpoint his answer. What had he studied? Christ, he’d spent seven years doing it, yet the answer eluded him.
He shifted his ass forward slightly, so he could lean against the back of the couch and give Sophie more space. “Business and marketing,” he groaned, grateful for the one-second burst of clarity. “With a master’s degree in economics.”
In this position Sophie was in control. He was at her mercy.
She showed him none. Or maybe she showed him too much. Nathan was incapable of telling. He was aware of nothing but the feel of her pussy sliding over his cock, up and down. Over and over, slowly at first and then gaining speed. Aware of nothing but the way her breasts bobbed as she rocked atop him. Nothing but the angle of her neck beckoning to his lips as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Nothing but her soft, bewitching moans.
“Wh-what did you do with your degree when you left Brown?”
Fuck, how was she still talking? Focused enough to ask questions?
How could he be focused enough to answer honestly, without giving up Speed in the process? He wasn’t ready to go there with Sophie. Wasn’t ready to reveal his public persona, when his private one was so very, very happy to be the focus of her attention.
“Went into a j-joint business venture with my brothers and a friend.” He couldn’t last like this, didn’t have the stamina. A day without making love to her had left him rabid for another Sophie-inspired orgasm. It built fast, furiously. “Something we’d started dabbling in at college. It took off better than we expected.” He was ready to come in minutes, seconds. But not without her. “Made us a tidy sum of money before my youngest brother had finished his undergrad studies.”
Nathan traced his hand over her body, starting at the base of her throat, moving down between her breasts and over the gentle swell of her belly, easing past her navel and coming to rest on the thin strip of hair above her pussy.
Sophie exhaled in a rush, rocking her hips forward, exposing herself to his touch.
“He dropped out of college and joined us full-time.” Christ, his balls were knots of steel, so tight he wasn’t sure he’d last. A tempestuous storm raged within, demanding release. An orgasm inside Sophie would be paradise. But an orgasm inside her while she climaxed above him? The ultimate high.
Sophie opened her mouth, and he knew another question was coming. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer it, more that he no longer had the strength to talk. Or the concentration. His life force was gathering in his groin, draining his brain and other body parts of blood. Of logic.
He slipped his thumb lower,
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