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Authors: Pavarti K. Tyler
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her tongue along his length and envelops him in her warm mouth again and again until his hips begin to move with her, thrusting into her mouth in a search for release. His warm, velvet heat slides against her lips. The smell of lust, the taste of desire, and the heat of ecstasy swim in her mind.
He whines when she stops—a small, animalistic sound that breaks free from the back of his throat.
She comes to straddle his hips and retrieves the condom he’d dropped on the pillow, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He watches her open it and slide the protection over his head, rolling the condom slowly down his quivering cock. It fits tight, struggling to contain him.
With one hand on his chest and the other guiding his erection, she lowers herself onto him. She takes him all in—no lead up, nor time for tentative first motions or uncertain lovers. She longs to feel all of this amazing man, who surprises her, intrigues her, infuriates her, and makes her laugh. The first man who’s made her laugh in such a long time.
He holds her up, devouring the sight before him: her breasts, full and natural, her waist, thin and strong, and her hips, broad across his lap.
She squeezes her inner muscles and lifts up, luxuriating in the stroke of his broad head within.
Slowly, they make love. Their bodies dance in perfect rhythm with hands on each other’s hips, and teeth pulling on soft flesh.
He rolls her to the side, using his strength to leverage himself deeper inside her. His hipbones dig against her inner thighs, pushing her to spread wider, allowing him complete access. With long, firm thrusts, he rocks against her again and again, throwing her body against the headboard.
She calls out as she rises higher, levitating out of her body as the sensation of his hands and cock driving into her pushes her into oblivion. In the dim light, she holds Salt’s eyes with hers. The rise and swell of their lust brings them into perfect communion.
He grabs her wrist, pins it over her head, and twists their bodies again so she lies directly under him. Without releasing her, he dips down to nip at her lips.
She plants her feet on the bed, and lifts up to meet him.
Her cunt cries out, screaming through her nerves and vibrating passion through her body until it comes together deep within her. The rising orgasm clenches and Janice screams, tightening around Salt with pulsing strength demanding he come with her.
Together they release, eyes still locked.
UN Negotiations
Janice wakes as early morning light filters in through the windows. Salt lays wrapped around her naked body, his leg draped over hers as if they’d been sharing a bed for years. His features relax in sleep, making him appear younger and more innocent. She doesn’t even know his age, or what he does for a living.
Why should it matter? She rarely knows anything about the men she sleeps with. What difference does it make if he’s a dog trainer or an accountant?
But it does matter. He makes her laugh and gives her a feeling of freedom she’s been missing in her personal life for so long. Work has been the driving force of every decision she’s made for so long that this moment of vulnerability leaves her more naked than last night, when Salt had.... She blushes, remembering all the things they’d done after their first time.
Watching him sleep, an emotion she’d forgotten washes over her: the desire to be with someone. She wants to wake him, tell him her secrets, have him hold her and love her anyway.
Love.
The word stands out against the backdrop of her life like a neon sign. It screams out, reminding her of the men who came before—the ones who judged her, or used her. She started The Sugar House to make sure she could never again be held to someone else, either by money or manipulative emotions. No one owns her. No one shames her. Her body and her decisions are her own. That’s what she offers the men and women who work for her: freedom.
Anyone who wants to
He whines when she stops—a small, animalistic sound that breaks free from the back of his throat.
She comes to straddle his hips and retrieves the condom he’d dropped on the pillow, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He watches her open it and slide the protection over his head, rolling the condom slowly down his quivering cock. It fits tight, struggling to contain him.
With one hand on his chest and the other guiding his erection, she lowers herself onto him. She takes him all in—no lead up, nor time for tentative first motions or uncertain lovers. She longs to feel all of this amazing man, who surprises her, intrigues her, infuriates her, and makes her laugh. The first man who’s made her laugh in such a long time.
He holds her up, devouring the sight before him: her breasts, full and natural, her waist, thin and strong, and her hips, broad across his lap.
She squeezes her inner muscles and lifts up, luxuriating in the stroke of his broad head within.
Slowly, they make love. Their bodies dance in perfect rhythm with hands on each other’s hips, and teeth pulling on soft flesh.
He rolls her to the side, using his strength to leverage himself deeper inside her. His hipbones dig against her inner thighs, pushing her to spread wider, allowing him complete access. With long, firm thrusts, he rocks against her again and again, throwing her body against the headboard.
She calls out as she rises higher, levitating out of her body as the sensation of his hands and cock driving into her pushes her into oblivion. In the dim light, she holds Salt’s eyes with hers. The rise and swell of their lust brings them into perfect communion.
He grabs her wrist, pins it over her head, and twists their bodies again so she lies directly under him. Without releasing her, he dips down to nip at her lips.
She plants her feet on the bed, and lifts up to meet him.
Her cunt cries out, screaming through her nerves and vibrating passion through her body until it comes together deep within her. The rising orgasm clenches and Janice screams, tightening around Salt with pulsing strength demanding he come with her.
Together they release, eyes still locked.
UN Negotiations
Janice wakes as early morning light filters in through the windows. Salt lays wrapped around her naked body, his leg draped over hers as if they’d been sharing a bed for years. His features relax in sleep, making him appear younger and more innocent. She doesn’t even know his age, or what he does for a living.
Why should it matter? She rarely knows anything about the men she sleeps with. What difference does it make if he’s a dog trainer or an accountant?
But it does matter. He makes her laugh and gives her a feeling of freedom she’s been missing in her personal life for so long. Work has been the driving force of every decision she’s made for so long that this moment of vulnerability leaves her more naked than last night, when Salt had.... She blushes, remembering all the things they’d done after their first time.
Watching him sleep, an emotion she’d forgotten washes over her: the desire to be with someone. She wants to wake him, tell him her secrets, have him hold her and love her anyway.
Love.
The word stands out against the backdrop of her life like a neon sign. It screams out, reminding her of the men who came before—the ones who judged her, or used her. She started The Sugar House to make sure she could never again be held to someone else, either by money or manipulative emotions. No one owns her. No one shames her. Her body and her decisions are her own. That’s what she offers the men and women who work for her: freedom.
Anyone who wants to
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