fingers over her lips brought her hips off the bed. As he gently touched, rubbed and teased, she shifted to bring him closer. When he parted her lips, she couldn’t help shifting so her wet sex slid against his long fingers.
“Your breasts,” he said.
Working the tee-shirt up, she tried taking deeper breaths to calm down. When she’d raised the shirt enough, she placed her palms against his jaw and caressed him. Her hands shook, anticipating pain. Nothing more than his breath passed over a nipple. The heated stirring of air made some of the tension leave. His mouth opened, she felt it with her hands, and before she could prepare, a trail of moisture and softness slid over her breast.
“Again. Please again,” she said.
Prepared this time, she felt the caress more vividly. Exquisite! The gentle slithering of his tongue accompanied by the light kisses, made her back arch as she strained to get closer. The dance of his fingers and the brush of his mouth soon became a subtle torment. Close to climax, her mind spun as she realized she wouldn’t be crushed or bruised.
Passion could burn strong and hot when the man retained a measure of control.
Her legs parted more and his touch deepened.
His fingers discovered and rubbed. Her insides 54
Whisper
bunched up. Attempting to make sound with a throat gone dry, she only managed to hoarsely whine. The noise gained attention. Her breast was kissed before the nipple slid painlessly into his mouth. Surrounded by heat, her hips lurched and he began a smooth and firm penetration deeply, between her legs.
Twisting, undulating beneath his skillful mouth and hand, she started rocking her hips. The motion helped him understand she needed more, because he slid from within and slowly stretched her with two fingers.
“Oh—oh, Keith!”
“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he said after pulling his mouth from a nipple.
“I’m sorry. Can’t stop.” He hushed her by gently caressing and teasing with his lips. “Mmm.” Incredible, mindless, burning pleasure!
“Shh, take your time, baby. That’s it. Ride it out.” She couldn’t take her time because the climax swept over her like powerful waves of sound from blaring speakers. Like the thud from a bass drum, the deep, resonant, defined vibration touched everywhere, inside and out, and kicked so hard, her brain turned to mush. Completely connected to the pulsing of her body, she gave into the perfection and rode the surges cresting and receding.
“More? Can you take it? Do you want it?” he asked.
With every beat of her heart, she wanted to go higher and feel more. A breath and then another were gulped prior to words tumbling out. “More, harder!”
“Open your legs. Wider. Let me touch you, and God—see you and smell you and give you what you need.” She never imagined so much physical pleasure had somehow been trapped inside her.
55
Kathleen Lash
“Now your mouth, baby. Open it too, so I can really have a taste.”
His fingers slipped in and out as his thumb rubbed high on her sex. A thick tongue took her mouth, filling it as she came totally undone. Her insides contracted and his fingers slid away as his lips vibrated against hers. “Mmm.” His breath came fast; deep sounds rumbled from his throat. The moment the orgasm slightly abated, he’d push back in to stretch and fill and rub which made the climax throb and run wild all over again.
Broken cries didn’t make it further than his mouth. How could anything feel so intense and peaceful at the same time? The fingers that’d carried her over the edge to ecstasy slowly brought her back to a safe bed, in a large house, on a snowy night. The tongue that’d incited wild sensations, slipped away as gentle pressure from soft lips slowly restored her senses. She’d never been more aroused or aptly rewarded.
In the aftermath, as her heart slowed, Whisper had been left with the uncontrollable urge to give as much pleasure as she’d received. Turning on her side,
“Your breasts,” he said.
Working the tee-shirt up, she tried taking deeper breaths to calm down. When she’d raised the shirt enough, she placed her palms against his jaw and caressed him. Her hands shook, anticipating pain. Nothing more than his breath passed over a nipple. The heated stirring of air made some of the tension leave. His mouth opened, she felt it with her hands, and before she could prepare, a trail of moisture and softness slid over her breast.
“Again. Please again,” she said.
Prepared this time, she felt the caress more vividly. Exquisite! The gentle slithering of his tongue accompanied by the light kisses, made her back arch as she strained to get closer. The dance of his fingers and the brush of his mouth soon became a subtle torment. Close to climax, her mind spun as she realized she wouldn’t be crushed or bruised.
Passion could burn strong and hot when the man retained a measure of control.
Her legs parted more and his touch deepened.
His fingers discovered and rubbed. Her insides 54
Whisper
bunched up. Attempting to make sound with a throat gone dry, she only managed to hoarsely whine. The noise gained attention. Her breast was kissed before the nipple slid painlessly into his mouth. Surrounded by heat, her hips lurched and he began a smooth and firm penetration deeply, between her legs.
Twisting, undulating beneath his skillful mouth and hand, she started rocking her hips. The motion helped him understand she needed more, because he slid from within and slowly stretched her with two fingers.
“Oh—oh, Keith!”
“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he said after pulling his mouth from a nipple.
“I’m sorry. Can’t stop.” He hushed her by gently caressing and teasing with his lips. “Mmm.” Incredible, mindless, burning pleasure!
“Shh, take your time, baby. That’s it. Ride it out.” She couldn’t take her time because the climax swept over her like powerful waves of sound from blaring speakers. Like the thud from a bass drum, the deep, resonant, defined vibration touched everywhere, inside and out, and kicked so hard, her brain turned to mush. Completely connected to the pulsing of her body, she gave into the perfection and rode the surges cresting and receding.
“More? Can you take it? Do you want it?” he asked.
With every beat of her heart, she wanted to go higher and feel more. A breath and then another were gulped prior to words tumbling out. “More, harder!”
“Open your legs. Wider. Let me touch you, and God—see you and smell you and give you what you need.” She never imagined so much physical pleasure had somehow been trapped inside her.
55
Kathleen Lash
“Now your mouth, baby. Open it too, so I can really have a taste.”
His fingers slipped in and out as his thumb rubbed high on her sex. A thick tongue took her mouth, filling it as she came totally undone. Her insides contracted and his fingers slid away as his lips vibrated against hers. “Mmm.” His breath came fast; deep sounds rumbled from his throat. The moment the orgasm slightly abated, he’d push back in to stretch and fill and rub which made the climax throb and run wild all over again.
Broken cries didn’t make it further than his mouth. How could anything feel so intense and peaceful at the same time? The fingers that’d carried her over the edge to ecstasy slowly brought her back to a safe bed, in a large house, on a snowy night. The tongue that’d incited wild sensations, slipped away as gentle pressure from soft lips slowly restored her senses. She’d never been more aroused or aptly rewarded.
In the aftermath, as her heart slowed, Whisper had been left with the uncontrollable urge to give as much pleasure as she’d received. Turning on her side,
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