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earlier, in their wake: a wonderful, sexy wash of arousal.
“I want you,” he says, eyes locked with hers. It isn’t a question. It isn’t a plea. She needn’t give him a choice, there isn’t one to be made, and she needn’t use demands as there is only one possible scenario.
She nods. “You have me.”
You have all of me—for now .
Jet leans over and peers into her eyes, lips slightly parted, breaths deep, eyes looking deeply into hers. He moves his lips to speak but stops, instead he presses them to hers and they kiss. When their tongues meet anew, they both release a sigh; a sigh that expresses how this simple, yet deeply intimate act marks the beginning of something new. Something that neither of them understands, but that each can feel so intensely in their bodies and hearts.
Jet gathers her breast into his mouth and suckles at the sweet tip, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple. Pangs of pleasure pulsate through her body. He cups her other breast, rolls the nipples between his finger and thumb. She pushes her chest to him, urges him to take more between those lush lips, those adept fingers.
He trails his kiss down her stomach. “I want to taste you,” he whispers, as he spreads Autumn’s knees wide. He kisses the inside of her thigh; she shudders.
“Please,” she says.
He licks the length of her crevice, over her clitoris. Again. Long, slow licks, from her wet opening to her clitoris. Again. Again. He laps at the sensitive bud, soft flickers of his tongue.
“So sweet,” he says, breath like heaven against her flesh.
Her sex throbs with pleasure, with every lick, with every taste. Autumn’s breaths come harder; her entire body is washed with tingling, aching, beautiful heat. She is freefalling towards the brink with tremendous speed. She lifts her torso, resting on her elbows and looks down at Jet’s head bobbing up and down between her thighs.
“Oh God, Jet. I don’t want to come yet.”
He lifts his head and looks at her, eyebrows knitting together.
“I want to come with you. I want to come with you inside me,” she says.
Jet grins. “I have never heard anything sexier.”
He crawls up the bed until he is face to face with her and straddles her body. He rests the glistening head of his cock just outside her eager opening. Her pelvis uncontrollably rises, tries to edge him inside, but he resists her. He kisses her lips; a guise of restraint, but he doesn’t restrain for long. In a single, swift motion, he thrusts his full length into her; moans as he fills her up completely.
Autumn bucks to meet his next thrust in. His next. His next, until they are moving in unison. Autumn has never wanted any man so much, so deep. She grips his shoulders, holds on tight as she loses herself in his pleasure, in her pleasure. He plunges harder, deeper. This is what she wants. She meets him, thrust to thrust.
Most arousing are his breathy whispers and guttural compliments against her ear. “You are so tight… you were made for me… I want you to come so hard.”
A heat starts in the centre of her sex, swells and spreads, until her entire body grows warm and tingles so deliciously. The heat transforms into a pleasurable ache. The ache surges to every nerve-ending she possesses. Autumn gasps as the first pulse of orgasm overtakes her; with the next pulse she moans and grips tighter to his shoulders. She canters against him as the intense pleasure rolls through her like a thunderstorm tumbling through a valley.
Jet’s body tightens, his thrusts quicken. He lets out a hoarse groan and comes with deep, powerful strokes, just as Autumn’s body begins to relax, awash with post-orgasm elation.
Autumn lies on the padded cushion between Jet’s shoulder and chest, and wishes she could take him home with her. Under the lightness of her body, her throat feels tight. She is upset about her luck, or as Jet would say, her Karma, for meeting someone as incredible as him, with whom she has
“I want you,” he says, eyes locked with hers. It isn’t a question. It isn’t a plea. She needn’t give him a choice, there isn’t one to be made, and she needn’t use demands as there is only one possible scenario.
She nods. “You have me.”
You have all of me—for now .
Jet leans over and peers into her eyes, lips slightly parted, breaths deep, eyes looking deeply into hers. He moves his lips to speak but stops, instead he presses them to hers and they kiss. When their tongues meet anew, they both release a sigh; a sigh that expresses how this simple, yet deeply intimate act marks the beginning of something new. Something that neither of them understands, but that each can feel so intensely in their bodies and hearts.
Jet gathers her breast into his mouth and suckles at the sweet tip, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple. Pangs of pleasure pulsate through her body. He cups her other breast, rolls the nipples between his finger and thumb. She pushes her chest to him, urges him to take more between those lush lips, those adept fingers.
He trails his kiss down her stomach. “I want to taste you,” he whispers, as he spreads Autumn’s knees wide. He kisses the inside of her thigh; she shudders.
“Please,” she says.
He licks the length of her crevice, over her clitoris. Again. Long, slow licks, from her wet opening to her clitoris. Again. Again. He laps at the sensitive bud, soft flickers of his tongue.
“So sweet,” he says, breath like heaven against her flesh.
Her sex throbs with pleasure, with every lick, with every taste. Autumn’s breaths come harder; her entire body is washed with tingling, aching, beautiful heat. She is freefalling towards the brink with tremendous speed. She lifts her torso, resting on her elbows and looks down at Jet’s head bobbing up and down between her thighs.
“Oh God, Jet. I don’t want to come yet.”
He lifts his head and looks at her, eyebrows knitting together.
“I want to come with you. I want to come with you inside me,” she says.
Jet grins. “I have never heard anything sexier.”
He crawls up the bed until he is face to face with her and straddles her body. He rests the glistening head of his cock just outside her eager opening. Her pelvis uncontrollably rises, tries to edge him inside, but he resists her. He kisses her lips; a guise of restraint, but he doesn’t restrain for long. In a single, swift motion, he thrusts his full length into her; moans as he fills her up completely.
Autumn bucks to meet his next thrust in. His next. His next, until they are moving in unison. Autumn has never wanted any man so much, so deep. She grips his shoulders, holds on tight as she loses herself in his pleasure, in her pleasure. He plunges harder, deeper. This is what she wants. She meets him, thrust to thrust.
Most arousing are his breathy whispers and guttural compliments against her ear. “You are so tight… you were made for me… I want you to come so hard.”
A heat starts in the centre of her sex, swells and spreads, until her entire body grows warm and tingles so deliciously. The heat transforms into a pleasurable ache. The ache surges to every nerve-ending she possesses. Autumn gasps as the first pulse of orgasm overtakes her; with the next pulse she moans and grips tighter to his shoulders. She canters against him as the intense pleasure rolls through her like a thunderstorm tumbling through a valley.
Jet’s body tightens, his thrusts quicken. He lets out a hoarse groan and comes with deep, powerful strokes, just as Autumn’s body begins to relax, awash with post-orgasm elation.
Autumn lies on the padded cushion between Jet’s shoulder and chest, and wishes she could take him home with her. Under the lightness of her body, her throat feels tight. She is upset about her luck, or as Jet would say, her Karma, for meeting someone as incredible as him, with whom she has
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