he didn’t give a damn beyond the woman perched at the edge, her nipples standing out proudly from the yellow lace, her creamy skin dipping between her thighs and the scrap of fabric that cupped her sex.
“Yeah. She’s been encouraging me for a while to get out there and take risks. I wasn’t that thrilled with condoms before, but now I think they’re the best present she ever gave me.”
Tony bobbed his head, trying to focus on the words around the rush of blood humming in his ears—torn between hurrying and taking his time. His cock jerked impatiently, and her attention focused on that part of his anatomy. She licked her lips again and grinned. It took everything he had not to puff his chest out and preen for her.
“You’re gorgeous.” The husky whisper kicked his pulse to a racing speed. He’d never been that excited before, and he’d barely touched her. Suddenly, his palms itched to pull her mass of hair free, fist it, and fuck his way into her body while he stared into her eyes. He wanted her to see what she did to him.
“Thanks.” He closed the distance between them, the wild beast inside howling with lust for the beautiful woman staring at him with such intimate and innocent desire. It was innocent, too. She couldn’t possibly have any idea how sweet her blushes were or just how powerful she made him feel with a single stroke of her adoring gaze.
****
He couldn’t resist touching her, sliding a finger under her bra strap and stroking her with tender slowness—a single glide of his skin on hers. Goose bumps spread across her flesh, and her nipples tightened. She shivered, and the sensation echoed in his soul. Her skin was peach satin, silkier than her blouse.
She touched him with a flutter, her palm flattening on his chest. How such a simple thing could push him to the edge of madness, he had no idea. Her nails just skimmed along his pec. His heart boxed his ribs as though trying to beat its way out to meet her caress. “I want to apologize in advance.” He murmured the words deliberately, following the path of her bra strap along her shoulder blade.
“For what?”
“If I’m too fast, or too hard, or too rough.” Unhooking the bra with his thumb and forefinger, he grinned at the hitch in her breath at the words, too rough .
“Okay.” She rose to her knees, tilting her face to him. “Then I’ll go ahead and say thank you now, in case I’m too spent, too weak, or too dazed with pleasure to say it later.”
The simple response dragged a wave of possessiveness through him. He tugged the bra free and flung it behind him. The little foil packets fell and scattered across the bed, and then she was plastered to his chest while he devoured her mouth in a kiss that scorched reason. Primitive need surged upward when her tongue dueled with his. She wrapped her arms around him, and he followed her willingly. He urged her farther onto the bed, draping over her.
He wanted to explore every inch of her sweet flesh and crowded closer. Her skin was soft. The hard tips of her nipples stabbed at his chest. The faint scents of her perfume, her shampoo, and the very feminine musk of her combined in the most alluring of ways.
A low groan vibrated through him, and he nudged her thighs apart. The lacy silk blocked him from stroking her pussy, but his cock reveled at the moist heat a scrap of fabric away from enveloping him. Cupping her breast, he brushed his thumb over the tip. It wasn’t enough, though. He kissed his way across her cheek to her jaw and then lower, grazing his mouth across the other nipple, suckling the plump little bud. It tasted sweeter without the fabric to impede him. His rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it. Her heart thrummed in her chest, beating harder with every touch, and the little buds tightened further.
Her moan struck a chord in his soul. He drew hard on the nipple—pinching and sucking until she bucked. Her thighs rasped his hips,
“Yeah. She’s been encouraging me for a while to get out there and take risks. I wasn’t that thrilled with condoms before, but now I think they’re the best present she ever gave me.”
Tony bobbed his head, trying to focus on the words around the rush of blood humming in his ears—torn between hurrying and taking his time. His cock jerked impatiently, and her attention focused on that part of his anatomy. She licked her lips again and grinned. It took everything he had not to puff his chest out and preen for her.
“You’re gorgeous.” The husky whisper kicked his pulse to a racing speed. He’d never been that excited before, and he’d barely touched her. Suddenly, his palms itched to pull her mass of hair free, fist it, and fuck his way into her body while he stared into her eyes. He wanted her to see what she did to him.
“Thanks.” He closed the distance between them, the wild beast inside howling with lust for the beautiful woman staring at him with such intimate and innocent desire. It was innocent, too. She couldn’t possibly have any idea how sweet her blushes were or just how powerful she made him feel with a single stroke of her adoring gaze.
****
He couldn’t resist touching her, sliding a finger under her bra strap and stroking her with tender slowness—a single glide of his skin on hers. Goose bumps spread across her flesh, and her nipples tightened. She shivered, and the sensation echoed in his soul. Her skin was peach satin, silkier than her blouse.
She touched him with a flutter, her palm flattening on his chest. How such a simple thing could push him to the edge of madness, he had no idea. Her nails just skimmed along his pec. His heart boxed his ribs as though trying to beat its way out to meet her caress. “I want to apologize in advance.” He murmured the words deliberately, following the path of her bra strap along her shoulder blade.
“For what?”
“If I’m too fast, or too hard, or too rough.” Unhooking the bra with his thumb and forefinger, he grinned at the hitch in her breath at the words, too rough .
“Okay.” She rose to her knees, tilting her face to him. “Then I’ll go ahead and say thank you now, in case I’m too spent, too weak, or too dazed with pleasure to say it later.”
The simple response dragged a wave of possessiveness through him. He tugged the bra free and flung it behind him. The little foil packets fell and scattered across the bed, and then she was plastered to his chest while he devoured her mouth in a kiss that scorched reason. Primitive need surged upward when her tongue dueled with his. She wrapped her arms around him, and he followed her willingly. He urged her farther onto the bed, draping over her.
He wanted to explore every inch of her sweet flesh and crowded closer. Her skin was soft. The hard tips of her nipples stabbed at his chest. The faint scents of her perfume, her shampoo, and the very feminine musk of her combined in the most alluring of ways.
A low groan vibrated through him, and he nudged her thighs apart. The lacy silk blocked him from stroking her pussy, but his cock reveled at the moist heat a scrap of fabric away from enveloping him. Cupping her breast, he brushed his thumb over the tip. It wasn’t enough, though. He kissed his way across her cheek to her jaw and then lower, grazing his mouth across the other nipple, suckling the plump little bud. It tasted sweeter without the fabric to impede him. His rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it. Her heart thrummed in her chest, beating harder with every touch, and the little buds tightened further.
Her moan struck a chord in his soul. He drew hard on the nipple—pinching and sucking until she bucked. Her thighs rasped his hips,
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