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arms to the floor and
pressed his hips hard against her, as she spread her legs and pushed upward
into him.
She was already wet and getting wetter by
the second.
His smile faded and then he was grabbing
her shirt and pulling it up and over her chest, baring her breasts. He stared at her pale, trembling skin
with hungry eyes. “I’m going to
suck your tits right now, Kennedy, and there’s not a damn thing you can do
about it.”
Having said that, he tore her bra off
with one quick snap of his wrist, and her breasts spilled out. Easton grabbed one breast in his hand,
squeezing until the nipple arched toward him. He brought his lips down and into
contact, his tongue flicking the tip of it.
Kennedy cried out. She couldn’t believe how quickly this
had all happened. One moment, they
were joking about cereal for dinner, and the next they were on the floor and
he’d ripped her bra off.
His tongue and lips were hot and soft and
knowing. He began sucking longer
and longer, seeming to relish the taste of her.
Soon, he’d switched to licking and
sucking at her other breast.
Kennedy cried out again and grabbed him
by his hair, encouraging him. It
was a risk, because she’d never taken hold of him like that in such an
aggressive way, but he didn’t seem to mind.
If anything, he redoubled his efforts,
massaging her breasts and sucking her nipples until it felt like she would come
from the pleasure of it.
Easton’s lips and tongue were like
nothing she could have imagined in her previous life. She’d been living the life of an aging
spinster at MIT with the stuffy old professors in their tweed jackets and the
uptight grad students trying to emulate the stuffy professors.
Her life had been stale and dull and
she’d had no sexual experience to speak of. Suddenly, she was having a relationship
with a powerful, exciting man with a body like a fitness model and the sex
appeal of a movie star. Not only
that, but Easton wasn’t an actor playing a role. He was the part, in full. His chemistry with her was real in every
way.
She loved his smell, the saltiness of his
skin, the wetness of his lips and tongue as he slathered her nipples with his
saliva, licking and flicking and sucking. Kennedy’s cleft was moist and then
soaking and then clenching like a tight fist between her legs.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. “Easton…”
“Not yet,” he warned, sliding down her
stomach, kissing and licking her skin as he went even further.
He unbuttoned her pants, grinning as she
writhed beneath him, moaning, completely taken over by her desire for him. Slowly, Easton unzipped her and then
slid her pants down her legs, revealing her panties.
“I might come soon,” she admitted.
He ignored her. “I can smell you,” he said, “and it
makes me want to go inside you with my tongue and taste every last bit of
you. I want to spread you open,
Kennedy, and fuck you with my tongue until you can’t stand it anymore.”
As Easton said this, he began subtly
massaging her folds through her panties. The mere touch of his fingers caused her to cry out, and her legs
started to tremble. She was weak
and getting weaker, unable to resist the urge to climax as his deft fingers
stroked her just the right way.
Slowly, slowly, he slid her panties to
the side and then he was leaning in between her legs, his tongue darting out to
taste her slickness.
Kennedy threw her head back and shut her
eyes tightly, clenching her teeth as her lower body contracted, a hot wave of
pleasure concentrating in her pussy.
Easton suddenly slid her panties off in
one quick motion.
Then his tongue stroked her again, a
little bit longer this time, sustaining the intensity of what she was feeling
just that much more.
“You’re getting even wetter,” he
announced, and then his fingers were entering her slit, probing, hitting her
clitoris over and over as his tongue licked around the edges of
pressed his hips hard against her, as she spread her legs and pushed upward
into him.
She was already wet and getting wetter by
the second.
His smile faded and then he was grabbing
her shirt and pulling it up and over her chest, baring her breasts. He stared at her pale, trembling skin
with hungry eyes. “I’m going to
suck your tits right now, Kennedy, and there’s not a damn thing you can do
about it.”
Having said that, he tore her bra off
with one quick snap of his wrist, and her breasts spilled out. Easton grabbed one breast in his hand,
squeezing until the nipple arched toward him. He brought his lips down and into
contact, his tongue flicking the tip of it.
Kennedy cried out. She couldn’t believe how quickly this
had all happened. One moment, they
were joking about cereal for dinner, and the next they were on the floor and
he’d ripped her bra off.
His tongue and lips were hot and soft and
knowing. He began sucking longer
and longer, seeming to relish the taste of her.
Soon, he’d switched to licking and
sucking at her other breast.
Kennedy cried out again and grabbed him
by his hair, encouraging him. It
was a risk, because she’d never taken hold of him like that in such an
aggressive way, but he didn’t seem to mind.
If anything, he redoubled his efforts,
massaging her breasts and sucking her nipples until it felt like she would come
from the pleasure of it.
Easton’s lips and tongue were like
nothing she could have imagined in her previous life. She’d been living the life of an aging
spinster at MIT with the stuffy old professors in their tweed jackets and the
uptight grad students trying to emulate the stuffy professors.
Her life had been stale and dull and
she’d had no sexual experience to speak of. Suddenly, she was having a relationship
with a powerful, exciting man with a body like a fitness model and the sex
appeal of a movie star. Not only
that, but Easton wasn’t an actor playing a role. He was the part, in full. His chemistry with her was real in every
way.
She loved his smell, the saltiness of his
skin, the wetness of his lips and tongue as he slathered her nipples with his
saliva, licking and flicking and sucking. Kennedy’s cleft was moist and then
soaking and then clenching like a tight fist between her legs.
“Oh my God,” she murmured. “Easton…”
“Not yet,” he warned, sliding down her
stomach, kissing and licking her skin as he went even further.
He unbuttoned her pants, grinning as she
writhed beneath him, moaning, completely taken over by her desire for him. Slowly, Easton unzipped her and then
slid her pants down her legs, revealing her panties.
“I might come soon,” she admitted.
He ignored her. “I can smell you,” he said, “and it
makes me want to go inside you with my tongue and taste every last bit of
you. I want to spread you open,
Kennedy, and fuck you with my tongue until you can’t stand it anymore.”
As Easton said this, he began subtly
massaging her folds through her panties. The mere touch of his fingers caused her to cry out, and her legs
started to tremble. She was weak
and getting weaker, unable to resist the urge to climax as his deft fingers
stroked her just the right way.
Slowly, slowly, he slid her panties to
the side and then he was leaning in between her legs, his tongue darting out to
taste her slickness.
Kennedy threw her head back and shut her
eyes tightly, clenching her teeth as her lower body contracted, a hot wave of
pleasure concentrating in her pussy.
Easton suddenly slid her panties off in
one quick motion.
Then his tongue stroked her again, a
little bit longer this time, sustaining the intensity of what she was feeling
just that much more.
“You’re getting even wetter,” he
announced, and then his fingers were entering her slit, probing, hitting her
clitoris over and over as his tongue licked around the edges of
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