them.
Topaz began to tug at the zipper of his jeans, letting him
know she wanted him. He sucked in his breath, waiting in anticipation. Her
capable hands had his jeans open in no time and she pushed his boxer briefs
aside. His cock, free from its confinement, bobbed between them. The head was
dark and slick, the shaft heavy and engorged with the blood that pumped through
the dark-blue veins that ran up and down its length.
She closed her fingers around his dick and he almost lost
it.
Knowing time was short, he trailed one hand down her slender
torso, over her soft belly and into the nest of tight curls covering her mound.
She gasped when he went deeper, letting his finger stroke over her clit. Her
hand tightened around his cock and he groaned, his entire body clenching. His
balls pulled tight to his body, a tangible reminder that he had to hurry.
Her slick folds met his questing fingers and he reveled in
the fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He stroked her once,
twice, before slipping one thick finger into her tight channel. She quivered
beneath his touch and he wanted to yell his pleasure.
His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it lightly. Topaz’s
breathing changed, getting quicker as she panted for air. Her hand released his
cock and rested on his shoulder. He wanted to yank it back, but didn’t,
figuring it would give him more self-control.
She began to move her hips, undulating against his hand,
finding a rhythm that she liked. Her pussy was hot against his hand. He loved
that she was so wet, so fucking ready for him. He pressed another finger into
her slick passage to join the first one, stretching her, making her ready to
take his cock.
“John.” His name fell from her lips like a plea and he
didn’t disappoint her. He worked his fingers in and out of her core. He felt
her inner muscles quivering around him, felt the tension thrumming through her.
He leaned forward, captured one pert nipple in his mouth and
bit down gently. Topaz threw back her head and screamed, her hips pumping
frantically against his hand.
He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and thrust his
fingers deep. Her pussy clamped down hard around him as spasms shook her. She
cried out again, riding out the storm. John wanted nothing more than to lift
her onto his cock and fuck her, but held back. He was in this for the long
haul, not just for a one-night stand. He had a strategy and he was going to
stick with it, even if it killed him.
And he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t.
His balls ached as they never had before and the tip of his
cock was leaking constantly now. It wouldn’t take much to shove him over the
edge, but he wanted Topaz to find as much pleasure as possible, needed to show
her what it could be like between them before he came.
When she finally collapsed against his chest, he caught her
and nestled her head on his shoulder. She fit there perfectly and felt
incredibly right.
Her damp, hot mound was pressed against his shaft and John
found himself naming countries and world leaders just to get his mind off the
bundle of soft, hot woman snuggled against him. But he wouldn’t change this
moment for anything. Having her in his arms and knowing he’d satisfied her was
perfect.
Topaz felt sated and relaxed. John’s body radiated more than
enough heat to keep her warm, even though there was a slight chill to the air.
The orgasm she’d just had was off-the-charts amazing. As she recovered and got
more of her wits about her, she realized that every muscle in John’s body was
tense. His cock flexed against her mound and she felt a stirring deep within
her once again.
John had given her an amazing experience and she planned on
returning the favor.
Topaz raised her head and smiled at him. A muscle twitched
beneath his eye and his face appeared strained, but his eyes were soft and he
smiled at her. “Feeling okay?” He brushed a short strand of hair off her cheek,
tucking it behind her ear. The tender gesture
Topaz began to tug at the zipper of his jeans, letting him
know she wanted him. He sucked in his breath, waiting in anticipation. Her
capable hands had his jeans open in no time and she pushed his boxer briefs
aside. His cock, free from its confinement, bobbed between them. The head was
dark and slick, the shaft heavy and engorged with the blood that pumped through
the dark-blue veins that ran up and down its length.
She closed her fingers around his dick and he almost lost
it.
Knowing time was short, he trailed one hand down her slender
torso, over her soft belly and into the nest of tight curls covering her mound.
She gasped when he went deeper, letting his finger stroke over her clit. Her
hand tightened around his cock and he groaned, his entire body clenching. His
balls pulled tight to his body, a tangible reminder that he had to hurry.
Her slick folds met his questing fingers and he reveled in
the fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He stroked her once,
twice, before slipping one thick finger into her tight channel. She quivered
beneath his touch and he wanted to yell his pleasure.
His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it lightly. Topaz’s
breathing changed, getting quicker as she panted for air. Her hand released his
cock and rested on his shoulder. He wanted to yank it back, but didn’t,
figuring it would give him more self-control.
She began to move her hips, undulating against his hand,
finding a rhythm that she liked. Her pussy was hot against his hand. He loved
that she was so wet, so fucking ready for him. He pressed another finger into
her slick passage to join the first one, stretching her, making her ready to
take his cock.
“John.” His name fell from her lips like a plea and he
didn’t disappoint her. He worked his fingers in and out of her core. He felt
her inner muscles quivering around him, felt the tension thrumming through her.
He leaned forward, captured one pert nipple in his mouth and
bit down gently. Topaz threw back her head and screamed, her hips pumping
frantically against his hand.
He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and thrust his
fingers deep. Her pussy clamped down hard around him as spasms shook her. She
cried out again, riding out the storm. John wanted nothing more than to lift
her onto his cock and fuck her, but held back. He was in this for the long
haul, not just for a one-night stand. He had a strategy and he was going to
stick with it, even if it killed him.
And he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t.
His balls ached as they never had before and the tip of his
cock was leaking constantly now. It wouldn’t take much to shove him over the
edge, but he wanted Topaz to find as much pleasure as possible, needed to show
her what it could be like between them before he came.
When she finally collapsed against his chest, he caught her
and nestled her head on his shoulder. She fit there perfectly and felt
incredibly right.
Her damp, hot mound was pressed against his shaft and John
found himself naming countries and world leaders just to get his mind off the
bundle of soft, hot woman snuggled against him. But he wouldn’t change this
moment for anything. Having her in his arms and knowing he’d satisfied her was
perfect.
Topaz felt sated and relaxed. John’s body radiated more than
enough heat to keep her warm, even though there was a slight chill to the air.
The orgasm she’d just had was off-the-charts amazing. As she recovered and got
more of her wits about her, she realized that every muscle in John’s body was
tense. His cock flexed against her mound and she felt a stirring deep within
her once again.
John had given her an amazing experience and she planned on
returning the favor.
Topaz raised her head and smiled at him. A muscle twitched
beneath his eye and his face appeared strained, but his eyes were soft and he
smiled at her. “Feeling okay?” He brushed a short strand of hair off her cheek,
tucking it behind her ear. The tender gesture
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