entice him. God, if he turns me down, I’m going to cry. I want him that badly. His hot hands move down my body and rip my lacy thong off of me.
“Yes . . .” I wail in ecstasy as his finger runs down through my folds.
He’s grinning when he pushes one finger inside; my tight walls lock around his finger as he moves it in and out swiftly. “It’s been a while, ballerina; I think this is going to wear you out. Maybe I should just make you come on my fingers.”
My eyes roll back, and all I can do is gasp. He’s right. There’s no way he’s getting in. I’m too tight.
“We’re not leaving this bedroom until I’ve satisfied your every need,” he insists, and I whimper, reaching for his face and bringing those charming lips to mine.
“Mmm, I love you,” I say quietly as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
He licks my teeth and then my bottom lip as we kiss, replying under his breath, “I love you, Heather Lane.”
He pushes his finger up to my sweet spot before adding a second. My body jolts, and I moan against his lips. He’s pushing me to the brink—and fast; I’m so, so close. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been intimate.
“Oh . . . yes, right there.”
He’s using his thumb to help me chase my orgasm as he coaxes my little bundle of nerves from beneath its hood.
“Let me feel that pussy come.”
Right then he nips at my neck, and I crack under the pressure of his fingers.
“Ah . . . Noah!”
I convulse uncontrollably as thunderous quakes rack my body. I scream out as the paralyzing bliss overwhelms every cell inside of me. I can feel his low rumbling growl against my neck as he moves and bites another spot.
My fingers dig into his arm, and I start begging, “Please, please don’t make me wait. I need you now. I don’t care if it hurts.”
“You’re going to wait whether you like it or not. I will not damage or hurt you. No exception,” he states as he kisses my breasts and down my stiff, needy body to the inside of my quivering thighs. I’m panting, and I can’t wait. I want him so badly that I’m about to take it from him. I move my body down, and he stops moving. I reach for his shaft and try to maneuver myself to get what I want. I’ve never felt this way before. My hormones are raging.
He grabs my hips and halts my movements. “Heather, no.” I can feel the tension in his grip as he moves me up the bed.
“No!” I argue back and try to squirm back down. I’ve never really been mad at him, but dammit, I’m so close.
His fingers lock around me and pin me to the bed. He’s stern and serious when he says, “Listen to me.”
I stop squirming and look up at him. “What?”
“You’re not rushing this. You’re going to let me do what I want to this gorgeous body of yours. You’re going to let me make you come as many times as I see fit. I am going to make you mine, solely mine, and your libido is not going to get in the way of my taking my time with you.”
Ugh! I cannot believe this.
“But . . .”
“But nothing. Now stop fighting me and let our bodies get reacquainted.”
His lips are on me again as he pushes my legs apart. He bites and licks the inside of my thighs, teasing me. How can I say anything to that? I exhale in a rush when his tongue moves slowly against my skin.
“Baby, please? I can’t wait.”
“Be patient, little miss.”
I can feel his warm breath hit my sex in a caress. His mouth is on me the second he stops speaking, and then I know. I know that he’s struggling to keep his cool. I know he wants to slam his heavy veined cock into me with all of his might, but he won’t, because he cares more about me and my well-being than he does his own.
His tongue is moving faster, and I need to watch him. I lift my head and watch this gorgeous man eat me out. It’s the sexiest thing to see, and I can’t believe I’ve never watched before. His eyes are closed, and he’s ravenous. Suddenly his teeth nip at my
“Yes . . .” I wail in ecstasy as his finger runs down through my folds.
He’s grinning when he pushes one finger inside; my tight walls lock around his finger as he moves it in and out swiftly. “It’s been a while, ballerina; I think this is going to wear you out. Maybe I should just make you come on my fingers.”
My eyes roll back, and all I can do is gasp. He’s right. There’s no way he’s getting in. I’m too tight.
“We’re not leaving this bedroom until I’ve satisfied your every need,” he insists, and I whimper, reaching for his face and bringing those charming lips to mine.
“Mmm, I love you,” I say quietly as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
He licks my teeth and then my bottom lip as we kiss, replying under his breath, “I love you, Heather Lane.”
He pushes his finger up to my sweet spot before adding a second. My body jolts, and I moan against his lips. He’s pushing me to the brink—and fast; I’m so, so close. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been intimate.
“Oh . . . yes, right there.”
He’s using his thumb to help me chase my orgasm as he coaxes my little bundle of nerves from beneath its hood.
“Let me feel that pussy come.”
Right then he nips at my neck, and I crack under the pressure of his fingers.
“Ah . . . Noah!”
I convulse uncontrollably as thunderous quakes rack my body. I scream out as the paralyzing bliss overwhelms every cell inside of me. I can feel his low rumbling growl against my neck as he moves and bites another spot.
My fingers dig into his arm, and I start begging, “Please, please don’t make me wait. I need you now. I don’t care if it hurts.”
“You’re going to wait whether you like it or not. I will not damage or hurt you. No exception,” he states as he kisses my breasts and down my stiff, needy body to the inside of my quivering thighs. I’m panting, and I can’t wait. I want him so badly that I’m about to take it from him. I move my body down, and he stops moving. I reach for his shaft and try to maneuver myself to get what I want. I’ve never felt this way before. My hormones are raging.
He grabs my hips and halts my movements. “Heather, no.” I can feel the tension in his grip as he moves me up the bed.
“No!” I argue back and try to squirm back down. I’ve never really been mad at him, but dammit, I’m so close.
His fingers lock around me and pin me to the bed. He’s stern and serious when he says, “Listen to me.”
I stop squirming and look up at him. “What?”
“You’re not rushing this. You’re going to let me do what I want to this gorgeous body of yours. You’re going to let me make you come as many times as I see fit. I am going to make you mine, solely mine, and your libido is not going to get in the way of my taking my time with you.”
Ugh! I cannot believe this.
“But . . .”
“But nothing. Now stop fighting me and let our bodies get reacquainted.”
His lips are on me again as he pushes my legs apart. He bites and licks the inside of my thighs, teasing me. How can I say anything to that? I exhale in a rush when his tongue moves slowly against my skin.
“Baby, please? I can’t wait.”
“Be patient, little miss.”
I can feel his warm breath hit my sex in a caress. His mouth is on me the second he stops speaking, and then I know. I know that he’s struggling to keep his cool. I know he wants to slam his heavy veined cock into me with all of his might, but he won’t, because he cares more about me and my well-being than he does his own.
His tongue is moving faster, and I need to watch him. I lift my head and watch this gorgeous man eat me out. It’s the sexiest thing to see, and I can’t believe I’ve never watched before. His eyes are closed, and he’s ravenous. Suddenly his teeth nip at my
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