strong sexy body. He couldn’t ignore the twinge of regret at the thought that this wouldn’t go any further than this weekend. But he trusted what she said about getting attached. He knew Lauren wasn’t the kind of woman who could have an ongoing sexual relationship with someone without wanting commitment.
All the more reason to make every single minute he had count.
She hung up the phone and settled back down on the bed, curled against his side. Snatching the remote from the bed stand, she flicked on the TV and turned to ESPN.
He grinned. Talk about a dream woman.
Pretending to focus on the highlights from the Giants game, he nonchalantly slid his hand under her robe, up her thigh, until it rested just beside the cinnamon-colored curls of her bush. She grabbed his wrist to halt his progress. “Room service will be here soon,” she whispered through clenched teeth, even though there was no one to overhear.
He leaned over her, his other hand coming up to tug at the right lapel of her robe until her full breast was bared. She tried to slap his hand away. “Cut it out. I’m trying to watch this.”
But he heard the catch in her breath, saw the telltale flush creeping up from her throat to her cheeks, saw how that delicious brownish pink nipple hardened before his eyes, begging to be sucked and licked. He was only too happy to oblige.
“Okay, then.” He ducked his head and tongued the stiff peak, groaning himself at the sweet salty taste of her. “You watch, and I’m just going to suck on your tits and play with your pussy until the food gets here.” He slid his fingers between her clenched thighs. A soft, shuddery sigh escaped her, as she tried to maintain her composure.
Her thighs parted infinitesimally at the insistent probing of his fingers. He turned his face, nuzzling the other side of her robe over to reveal her other breast. He nipped the other nipple and was rewarded by a fresh wash of cream over his fingers. He didn’t think he’d ever felt a woman get so wet, so drenched and ready for his cock. Good thing too, considering how small she was inside. He sucked her nipple hard and groaned at the remembered tightness. She’d gripped him like a fist, so tight at first he almost couldn’t move, even with all her natural lube.
His thumb circled the plump kernel of her clitoris as his fingers sought the hot, clinging tightness of her vagina. Both slid in more easily now, now that she was soft and stretched from his cock. Her gaze was still fixed on the TV, but she arched her hips forward and spread her legs wider, inviting him to delve deep. Tiny muscles fluttered and clenched, clinging to his fingers as he slid them in and out. His thumb pressed more firmly on her clit, eliciting a soft gasp and another gush of moisture.
Sexy little moans erupted from her throat, and she gave up all pretense of watching television. Tony watched her beautiful whiskey eyes go all blurry and unfocused, saw her mouth go soft and slack, as she twisted and squirmed against his hand. His cock throbbed against the smooth skin of her thigh as he unconsciously rubbed back and forth.
He wanted to sink inside the dripping heat of her pussy, but something compelled him toward unselfishness. This time was just for her. He wanted to revel in her pleasure, show her how much he loved to make her come. Somehow he suspected few in her past had. She was the sexiest, most responsive lover he’d ever had, and he wanted to make sure she knew it.
“That’s it, come for me. I love to see you. You’re so hot and wet against my hand.” He pressed and circled her clit, so tempted to put his mouth on her and suck up her delicious juice, but he was riveted by her face and didn’t want to miss a second.
And then she was coming, her orgasm clenching around his fingers in firm ripples that made his cock jerk in envy. Her brow furrowed, her teeth caught her lip and her eyes started to drift closed.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, wondering
All the more reason to make every single minute he had count.
She hung up the phone and settled back down on the bed, curled against his side. Snatching the remote from the bed stand, she flicked on the TV and turned to ESPN.
He grinned. Talk about a dream woman.
Pretending to focus on the highlights from the Giants game, he nonchalantly slid his hand under her robe, up her thigh, until it rested just beside the cinnamon-colored curls of her bush. She grabbed his wrist to halt his progress. “Room service will be here soon,” she whispered through clenched teeth, even though there was no one to overhear.
He leaned over her, his other hand coming up to tug at the right lapel of her robe until her full breast was bared. She tried to slap his hand away. “Cut it out. I’m trying to watch this.”
But he heard the catch in her breath, saw the telltale flush creeping up from her throat to her cheeks, saw how that delicious brownish pink nipple hardened before his eyes, begging to be sucked and licked. He was only too happy to oblige.
“Okay, then.” He ducked his head and tongued the stiff peak, groaning himself at the sweet salty taste of her. “You watch, and I’m just going to suck on your tits and play with your pussy until the food gets here.” He slid his fingers between her clenched thighs. A soft, shuddery sigh escaped her, as she tried to maintain her composure.
Her thighs parted infinitesimally at the insistent probing of his fingers. He turned his face, nuzzling the other side of her robe over to reveal her other breast. He nipped the other nipple and was rewarded by a fresh wash of cream over his fingers. He didn’t think he’d ever felt a woman get so wet, so drenched and ready for his cock. Good thing too, considering how small she was inside. He sucked her nipple hard and groaned at the remembered tightness. She’d gripped him like a fist, so tight at first he almost couldn’t move, even with all her natural lube.
His thumb circled the plump kernel of her clitoris as his fingers sought the hot, clinging tightness of her vagina. Both slid in more easily now, now that she was soft and stretched from his cock. Her gaze was still fixed on the TV, but she arched her hips forward and spread her legs wider, inviting him to delve deep. Tiny muscles fluttered and clenched, clinging to his fingers as he slid them in and out. His thumb pressed more firmly on her clit, eliciting a soft gasp and another gush of moisture.
Sexy little moans erupted from her throat, and she gave up all pretense of watching television. Tony watched her beautiful whiskey eyes go all blurry and unfocused, saw her mouth go soft and slack, as she twisted and squirmed against his hand. His cock throbbed against the smooth skin of her thigh as he unconsciously rubbed back and forth.
He wanted to sink inside the dripping heat of her pussy, but something compelled him toward unselfishness. This time was just for her. He wanted to revel in her pleasure, show her how much he loved to make her come. Somehow he suspected few in her past had. She was the sexiest, most responsive lover he’d ever had, and he wanted to make sure she knew it.
“That’s it, come for me. I love to see you. You’re so hot and wet against my hand.” He pressed and circled her clit, so tempted to put his mouth on her and suck up her delicious juice, but he was riveted by her face and didn’t want to miss a second.
And then she was coming, her orgasm clenching around his fingers in firm ripples that made his cock jerk in envy. Her brow furrowed, her teeth caught her lip and her eyes started to drift closed.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, wondering
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