us from climbing in that bed and crawling all over each other.” He pressed his hips into her backside. He tilted her head to the right and moved his hands over her collarbones to the front of her blouse and popped the buttons. One. At. A. Time.
As soon as he’d undone the last button, he slowly turned her to face him.
Keeping her eyes focused on her task, she undressed him in the same leisurely manner, enjoying the feel of his hot skin and contours of his muscles beneath her hands. All she could think about was feeling the press of his weight against her, feeling the musculature in his back with her fingers as he moved above her.
“You’re killing me with that look in your eyes, London.”
“The look that makes it very clear I want to lick you up one side and down the other?” She angled her head, breathing on the tight tip of his nipple before her lips circled it.
“Ah, Christ.”
“You like that.”
“Mmm. I’d really like it if we could speed things up.” His hands followed the contours of her sides to the curve of her hips.
“What’s the rush?”
“You,” he whispered across her bared shoulder. “I wanna feel you—all of you—around me. Been wanting that for days.”
That’s when Sutton took matters into his own hands. He stepped back far enough that she could see him yank off his boots and socks. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He lifted one, sexy dark eyebrow, silently asking why she wasn’t stripping.
London had an overwhelming rush of shyness. It was one thing to want him so desperately, to want to rip off his clothes and feast on him, to get lost in passion, to reach for each other in a haze of lust...so how had they gone from that to...this? Lowering her chin, she allowed her hair to fall over her face.
Rough-skinned hands cupped her shoulders. Then his fingers were beneath her chin and his avid mouth landed on hers, reigniting that passion. He kissed her with authority and greed while he stripped her out of her remaining clothes. His hands were everywhere, pinching her nipples, squeezing her hips, clamping onto her ass. They fell back onto the bed with Sutton on the bottom, breaking their fall.
His cock had gotten trapped between their bodies. Raising herself up on all fours, she automatically started rocking against it, kissing him frantically as the tips of her breasts rubbed against the hair on his chest.
Two sharp slaps on her ass burned like hell—but it caught her attention. She gasped, “What—”
“Scoot up.”
Confused by another abrupt halt to their intimacy, her eyes met his. “Why?”
“I want your pussy on my face.”
She blushed.
“London,” he said with a sharper tone than she’d ever heard from him, “get on up here girl, before I smack that fine ass of yours again.”
“B-but I’ve never—”
“Don’t care. That little taste of you wasn’t near enough.” He held onto her inner thighs, pulling her up his body while he pushed himself down the bed. He slid his hands around to her butt cheeks and pressed her mound against his mouth.
Any thoughts London had about awkwardness vanished the instant that tongue came out.
A relentless tongue that licked her up one side and down the other. Probing her folds. Swirling inside the opening to her sex and then plunging deep. Teasing her clit with alternating soft flicks and licks.
His hands were hard, his fingers digging into her skin. The wet lapping noises of his mouth on her sex mixed with her soft moans and echoed in the tiny space.
Sutton pulled back to kiss the inside of her thigh. Then he nipped it hard and she cried out. It startled her more than hurt her, but even the tiny sting sent a shot of heat through her.
He made that sexy growling noise against the stinging spot. “Shoulda known a tough woman like you would like a little rougher play.” Then he nipped the other thigh a bit harder.
London’s gasp turned into a groan when he settled his hot, sucking mouth over her
As soon as he’d undone the last button, he slowly turned her to face him.
Keeping her eyes focused on her task, she undressed him in the same leisurely manner, enjoying the feel of his hot skin and contours of his muscles beneath her hands. All she could think about was feeling the press of his weight against her, feeling the musculature in his back with her fingers as he moved above her.
“You’re killing me with that look in your eyes, London.”
“The look that makes it very clear I want to lick you up one side and down the other?” She angled her head, breathing on the tight tip of his nipple before her lips circled it.
“Ah, Christ.”
“You like that.”
“Mmm. I’d really like it if we could speed things up.” His hands followed the contours of her sides to the curve of her hips.
“What’s the rush?”
“You,” he whispered across her bared shoulder. “I wanna feel you—all of you—around me. Been wanting that for days.”
That’s when Sutton took matters into his own hands. He stepped back far enough that she could see him yank off his boots and socks. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He lifted one, sexy dark eyebrow, silently asking why she wasn’t stripping.
London had an overwhelming rush of shyness. It was one thing to want him so desperately, to want to rip off his clothes and feast on him, to get lost in passion, to reach for each other in a haze of lust...so how had they gone from that to...this? Lowering her chin, she allowed her hair to fall over her face.
Rough-skinned hands cupped her shoulders. Then his fingers were beneath her chin and his avid mouth landed on hers, reigniting that passion. He kissed her with authority and greed while he stripped her out of her remaining clothes. His hands were everywhere, pinching her nipples, squeezing her hips, clamping onto her ass. They fell back onto the bed with Sutton on the bottom, breaking their fall.
His cock had gotten trapped between their bodies. Raising herself up on all fours, she automatically started rocking against it, kissing him frantically as the tips of her breasts rubbed against the hair on his chest.
Two sharp slaps on her ass burned like hell—but it caught her attention. She gasped, “What—”
“Scoot up.”
Confused by another abrupt halt to their intimacy, her eyes met his. “Why?”
“I want your pussy on my face.”
She blushed.
“London,” he said with a sharper tone than she’d ever heard from him, “get on up here girl, before I smack that fine ass of yours again.”
“B-but I’ve never—”
“Don’t care. That little taste of you wasn’t near enough.” He held onto her inner thighs, pulling her up his body while he pushed himself down the bed. He slid his hands around to her butt cheeks and pressed her mound against his mouth.
Any thoughts London had about awkwardness vanished the instant that tongue came out.
A relentless tongue that licked her up one side and down the other. Probing her folds. Swirling inside the opening to her sex and then plunging deep. Teasing her clit with alternating soft flicks and licks.
His hands were hard, his fingers digging into her skin. The wet lapping noises of his mouth on her sex mixed with her soft moans and echoed in the tiny space.
Sutton pulled back to kiss the inside of her thigh. Then he nipped it hard and she cried out. It startled her more than hurt her, but even the tiny sting sent a shot of heat through her.
He made that sexy growling noise against the stinging spot. “Shoulda known a tough woman like you would like a little rougher play.” Then he nipped the other thigh a bit harder.
London’s gasp turned into a groan when he settled his hot, sucking mouth over her
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