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sounds for a few seconds are his sucking kisses against my flesh and the slurping play of his fingers inside my pussy.
My moans quickly join the chorus.
Followed by my gasps.
And, finally, a soft, whining plea to let me come.
"Yes." My fingers curl in Luke's hair as he weaves a line of kisses across the swell of my stomach. His large, muscular frame moves to fill the space between my parted thighs. Releasing his hair, I push up on my elbows and watch him spread my lower lips.
He is the first to see me like this -- to even want to see me like this. His gaze shining with sensual approval, his hands manipulate the thick, slippery folds of my sex.
"Such a lovely pink pussy, baby." His face pushes forward. His mouth disappears as it descends into the silky brown hair and he starts to suckle my clit.
My nipples, already hard, pucker to smaller points. I toss my head back, the soft grind of my hips stirring a fresh moan. Luke groans in return, the vibrations rippling across and through my cunt. He eases two fingers into me, the first few strokes narrow. He widens them, stretching my virginal opening in preparation for his cock. The strokes continue -- a little faster, wider, rougher.
I buck, cry out. My shoulders hit the mattress and my head digs into the pillow as I lift my hips. Three fingers plunge into me, his tongue and lips incessant against my clit -- sucking, pushing, pinching. His fingers flex, thrust, retreat, fuck in again, wide and deep until I scream through another hard wave of release.
Only then does Luke slow. His tongue replaces his hand, the licks turning gentle and relaxing. Wet with my juices, a finger plays against the tense, nervous rim of my anus. His nose rubs at my clit with each probe of his tongue inside my cunt. Throaty, ravenous noises leave him. My thighs press against his ears as the sound of him feasting pushes me closer to another climax.
With my attention focused on my pussy, my ass relaxes just enough to accept the tip of one squirming finger. Pleasure radiates from the bundle of nerves and muscles he has invaded. When I suck a breath in and release an approving moan, he pushes until he is in up to the middle joint.
Fuck -- the teasing play of his finger in my ass draws the muscles of my pussy tighter. Pressure stacks along my clit, my cunt narrows and coils around his tongue. My hips work with him, moving to take more of his finger and tongue inside me. I lace my fingers around the back of his head, letting him know I want him exactly where he is.
"Yes…" I squirm, wiggle, cunt and ass pulsing rhythmically against the intrusions.
His shoulders flex to push my thighs further apart. I lift, settle, needing some intangible alteration to push me that last inch forward and over the edge. A second finger drives into me. I gasp and force my thighs as wide as they will go. He thrusts again, smooth and deep as my ass tenses and my mound presses more firmly against his forehead.
Lifting his head just a fraction, his mouth finds my clit again and he throttles the shaft and hood as his fingers plunge one last time and I come harder than I could have ever imagined.
When I open my eyes a minute later, Luke covers me with his body. He kisses me, the taste of my juices on his lips. I surge against him, my ass pushing against the mattress so that my mound rubs against his erection.
"Please," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His lips brush over my ear. "How many lovers, Marie?"
"None." I choke out the admission, still worried he will stop once he knows.
He pulls away. I try to hold him to me, too needy and wrecked to be ashamed that I would cling to him or any man.
"I'm not stopping, love." Reaching back, he cups my cheek then runs his hand down to squeeze my breast. "I just don't want you to have any new worries."
I am so focused on the word "love" that I don't realize he has opened the nightstand drawer until he shuts it. Abandoning my breast, he wraps one hand around his shaft, his
My moans quickly join the chorus.
Followed by my gasps.
And, finally, a soft, whining plea to let me come.
"Yes." My fingers curl in Luke's hair as he weaves a line of kisses across the swell of my stomach. His large, muscular frame moves to fill the space between my parted thighs. Releasing his hair, I push up on my elbows and watch him spread my lower lips.
He is the first to see me like this -- to even want to see me like this. His gaze shining with sensual approval, his hands manipulate the thick, slippery folds of my sex.
"Such a lovely pink pussy, baby." His face pushes forward. His mouth disappears as it descends into the silky brown hair and he starts to suckle my clit.
My nipples, already hard, pucker to smaller points. I toss my head back, the soft grind of my hips stirring a fresh moan. Luke groans in return, the vibrations rippling across and through my cunt. He eases two fingers into me, the first few strokes narrow. He widens them, stretching my virginal opening in preparation for his cock. The strokes continue -- a little faster, wider, rougher.
I buck, cry out. My shoulders hit the mattress and my head digs into the pillow as I lift my hips. Three fingers plunge into me, his tongue and lips incessant against my clit -- sucking, pushing, pinching. His fingers flex, thrust, retreat, fuck in again, wide and deep until I scream through another hard wave of release.
Only then does Luke slow. His tongue replaces his hand, the licks turning gentle and relaxing. Wet with my juices, a finger plays against the tense, nervous rim of my anus. His nose rubs at my clit with each probe of his tongue inside my cunt. Throaty, ravenous noises leave him. My thighs press against his ears as the sound of him feasting pushes me closer to another climax.
With my attention focused on my pussy, my ass relaxes just enough to accept the tip of one squirming finger. Pleasure radiates from the bundle of nerves and muscles he has invaded. When I suck a breath in and release an approving moan, he pushes until he is in up to the middle joint.
Fuck -- the teasing play of his finger in my ass draws the muscles of my pussy tighter. Pressure stacks along my clit, my cunt narrows and coils around his tongue. My hips work with him, moving to take more of his finger and tongue inside me. I lace my fingers around the back of his head, letting him know I want him exactly where he is.
"Yes…" I squirm, wiggle, cunt and ass pulsing rhythmically against the intrusions.
His shoulders flex to push my thighs further apart. I lift, settle, needing some intangible alteration to push me that last inch forward and over the edge. A second finger drives into me. I gasp and force my thighs as wide as they will go. He thrusts again, smooth and deep as my ass tenses and my mound presses more firmly against his forehead.
Lifting his head just a fraction, his mouth finds my clit again and he throttles the shaft and hood as his fingers plunge one last time and I come harder than I could have ever imagined.
When I open my eyes a minute later, Luke covers me with his body. He kisses me, the taste of my juices on his lips. I surge against him, my ass pushing against the mattress so that my mound rubs against his erection.
"Please," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His lips brush over my ear. "How many lovers, Marie?"
"None." I choke out the admission, still worried he will stop once he knows.
He pulls away. I try to hold him to me, too needy and wrecked to be ashamed that I would cling to him or any man.
"I'm not stopping, love." Reaching back, he cups my cheek then runs his hand down to squeeze my breast. "I just don't want you to have any new worries."
I am so focused on the word "love" that I don't realize he has opened the nightstand drawer until he shuts it. Abandoning my breast, he wraps one hand around his shaft, his
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