His tongue fluttered over her nipple, tauntingly, before he drew it into his mouth.
She let out a throaty moan that made him even harder. He was naked as well, and could have easily slid inside her.
The temptation was an overwhelming one. But he was only getting started. Her fingers twined around strands of his hair while her other hand gripped his flexed biceps, her workman's nail digging in.
Her provocative whimpers filled the quiet room, all elicited by his mouth on her breast.
She squirmed against him, attempting to wiggle a little lower so that he’d enter her. “Not yet,” he murmured. “You know I want you.” “Yes.” He chuckled at her eagerness, his breath blowing against her skin.
He kissed her once more, because she was irresistible. Then his mouth skimmed over her jaw and along the graceful column of her throat, the cords pulling tight as he nipped with his teeth, then soothed with his tongue.
He continued downward over her collarbone to the other breast he had yet to pleasure, though both her nipples were puckered.
He flicked his tongue over the small bud and she let out another blissful sigh.
He then eased into position with his head between her legs. Her sensational, mile-long legs.
Those legs were his downfall. The moment he opened his door, expecting a workman, but this gorgeous creature was standing there in denim shirt and shorts, her legs looking luscious.
The pads of two fingers stroked her folds, then homed in on her clit. Her fingers twisted deeper in his hair. “Stop the play,” she said. “I want your mouth eating me out. I want you to feed on my cunt.”
He loved that she was so uninhibited. He had every intention of giving her exactly what she wanted.
His hand slid away and he leaned forward, inhaling her decadent scent, his groin tightening even further.
His tongue laved her moist flesh and she hissed out a breath. He licked her several times, then the tip of his tongue circled her clit, flicked over it, circled again with more pressure. “Oh, God,” she muttered.
His thumb rimmed her opening as he alternated between the fluttering of his tongue and the suctioning of his mouth on the pearl of nerves.
“Yes,” she said on a broken breath. “Oh, God, yes.” She continued to squirm as though restless, the need to feel him inside her mounting..
His thumb penetrated a half-inch or so and her hips rose, silently demanding more. She was damn tight—he could already feel it. The way her pussy wrapped around the finger in her.
His cock pulsated with his own dark need and anticipation. He began to thumb fuck her harder. She thrashed all over his arms.
He withdrew his thumb and worked two fingers into her pussy. She gasped. And he cock screwed into her cunt.
Adrenaline shot through him. “Fuck,” he all but growled. “You are so damn wet for me.”
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