was as much a
part of foreplay as touching.
“How about it?” he coaxed in a
husky whisper.
How about it? He didn’t want a
serious relationship. But he did want her now. A girl had to work with what was
presented to her.
Randi dropped gracefully to her knees
between his legs. “You know, it’s only fair that since I made dinner, I get to
decide what’s for dessert.” Her gaze fell to the front of his jeans. He filled
them out a little more even as she watched.
“And what did you want for
dessert?”
She let one side of her mouth curve
in a smile. Some women felt that doing that particular thing to a man was
demeaning. It gave him the power. Randi knew the opposite was true. She might
be the one literally on her knees, but taking a man in her mouth metaphorically
put him on his knees.
Besides, she relished doing it to
him.
She placed her palm over him
without exerting pressure. Just touching, a barely discernible stroke. “I’d
like to have you for dessert. We didn’t do that last night.” She
couldn’t have forgotten doing that. Selective memory. She only forgot what she
didn’t want to think about. Tasting him would have been ingrained in her brain.
“If you insist.” He put his hand
over hers and rubbed harder. “I think I might like that.” His eyes darkened and
that lascivious grin said he’d more than like it.
She tugged on his buckle, then his
zipper. He raised his hips, helping her pull down the jeans and tight white
briefs.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered,
in admiration of his majesty.
“Shucks, it ain’t nothing, ma’am.”
She sank back on her haunches,
tilting her head to peek up at him through her lashes. “Don’t you think you’re
beautiful?”
He cupped her chin. “Right now, I
am whatever you say I am.” All trace of laughter had left his eyes, leaving
behind some message she didn’t get.
“And I say you’re beautiful.” She
urged his hand to the side of her throat and leaned forward to glide her tongue
straight up his hard flesh.
He let out a long, delicious sigh
that teased the fine strands of hair at her temples. She gave herself up to the
pleasure of his taste, warm male, salty flesh, and hot desire.
Holding his cock aloft, Randi rode
the length with her lips, down, down, down, meeting the fist she’d made of her
fingers. David shoved one hand beneath her hair, pulling the mass of it to the
back of her head.
This was the essence of beauty, her
plump lips around him, her fingers wrapped at the base of his cock, kneading
gently. The feel of her mouth, the pure sensation of warmth and wet, the slight
rasp of her teeth. She tongued his crown, and his eyes felt like rolling back
in his head.
He slouched in the chair, widening
his legs, pulling her closer, forcing himself deeper. She took every inch, a
hum in her throat vibrating through him. Her little noises, sounds of pleasure
and delight, hoisted him closer to the horizon, the peak, where only her mouth
on his cock existed.
No woman had ever made him feel so
intensely. No woman had ever made a simple sexual act seem like the sun, the
moon, and the stars wanted to explode inside his head.
No woman had taken her own pleasure
in the very process of giving him his.
She shoved her hands up to his
hips, holding him tight, and took his cock deeper than he’d ever gone.
Want, need, and desire beat inside
him, behind his closed eyelids. Heat pulsed from his balls to the tip of his
cock, then raced to his extremities. He wanted to come deep inside her body,
his cock buried in her warmth, but more, he wanted to fill her mouth, have her
take him, swallow him, devour him, consume everything he had in him to give.
When he touched the sky at the back
of her throat, he shot to the heavens and emptied himself inside her.
Chapter Six
David came down off the high to
find his fingers tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp. His body jerked
once, involuntarily, then he leaned forward to wrap himself around
part of foreplay as touching.
“How about it?” he coaxed in a
husky whisper.
How about it? He didn’t want a
serious relationship. But he did want her now. A girl had to work with what was
presented to her.
Randi dropped gracefully to her knees
between his legs. “You know, it’s only fair that since I made dinner, I get to
decide what’s for dessert.” Her gaze fell to the front of his jeans. He filled
them out a little more even as she watched.
“And what did you want for
dessert?”
She let one side of her mouth curve
in a smile. Some women felt that doing that particular thing to a man was
demeaning. It gave him the power. Randi knew the opposite was true. She might
be the one literally on her knees, but taking a man in her mouth metaphorically
put him on his knees.
Besides, she relished doing it to
him.
She placed her palm over him
without exerting pressure. Just touching, a barely discernible stroke. “I’d
like to have you for dessert. We didn’t do that last night.” She
couldn’t have forgotten doing that. Selective memory. She only forgot what she
didn’t want to think about. Tasting him would have been ingrained in her brain.
“If you insist.” He put his hand
over hers and rubbed harder. “I think I might like that.” His eyes darkened and
that lascivious grin said he’d more than like it.
She tugged on his buckle, then his
zipper. He raised his hips, helping her pull down the jeans and tight white
briefs.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered,
in admiration of his majesty.
“Shucks, it ain’t nothing, ma’am.”
She sank back on her haunches,
tilting her head to peek up at him through her lashes. “Don’t you think you’re
beautiful?”
He cupped her chin. “Right now, I
am whatever you say I am.” All trace of laughter had left his eyes, leaving
behind some message she didn’t get.
“And I say you’re beautiful.” She
urged his hand to the side of her throat and leaned forward to glide her tongue
straight up his hard flesh.
He let out a long, delicious sigh
that teased the fine strands of hair at her temples. She gave herself up to the
pleasure of his taste, warm male, salty flesh, and hot desire.
Holding his cock aloft, Randi rode
the length with her lips, down, down, down, meeting the fist she’d made of her
fingers. David shoved one hand beneath her hair, pulling the mass of it to the
back of her head.
This was the essence of beauty, her
plump lips around him, her fingers wrapped at the base of his cock, kneading
gently. The feel of her mouth, the pure sensation of warmth and wet, the slight
rasp of her teeth. She tongued his crown, and his eyes felt like rolling back
in his head.
He slouched in the chair, widening
his legs, pulling her closer, forcing himself deeper. She took every inch, a
hum in her throat vibrating through him. Her little noises, sounds of pleasure
and delight, hoisted him closer to the horizon, the peak, where only her mouth
on his cock existed.
No woman had ever made him feel so
intensely. No woman had ever made a simple sexual act seem like the sun, the
moon, and the stars wanted to explode inside his head.
No woman had taken her own pleasure
in the very process of giving him his.
She shoved her hands up to his
hips, holding him tight, and took his cock deeper than he’d ever gone.
Want, need, and desire beat inside
him, behind his closed eyelids. Heat pulsed from his balls to the tip of his
cock, then raced to his extremities. He wanted to come deep inside her body,
his cock buried in her warmth, but more, he wanted to fill her mouth, have her
take him, swallow him, devour him, consume everything he had in him to give.
When he touched the sky at the back
of her throat, he shot to the heavens and emptied himself inside her.
Chapter Six
David came down off the high to
find his fingers tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp. His body jerked
once, involuntarily, then he leaned forward to wrap himself around
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