panties came off with the jeans and she ripped her shirt off over her head, leaving her naked and panting.
His gaze bore into hers as he pushed two of his long fingers into her wet core. She arched into the thrust, taking him as deep as his fingers could reach. She tightened her inner muscles, reveling in the fullness. It was a far cry from what she really wanted, but it felt amazing just the same.
She kept her knees bent, legs spread, shameless in her abandon. He pumped his hand, sliding his fingers in and out. His heated gaze focused on her sex and possessive pleasure blasted into her mind. It excited him to see his fingers thrusting into her body, knowing he had made her this hot, this wet.
Overwhelmed by the emotions twisting his expression and inundating her mind, she closed her eyes and imagined his cock in place of his fingers. This was just sex. It felt good for a while, but it meant nothing, changed nothing.
As if in response to her thought , he growled and drew his fingers out.
“Blayne!” Her eyes flew open and she pushed up with her feet, thrusting her needful sex closer to him.
He pushed her legs toward her chest and lowered his mouth to her crease. She cried out with the first brush of his tongue then her breath caught in her throat and she could only moan. His tongue traced her slit, teasing her opening before moving higher to circle her clit. He accented the emptiness deep inside her while building the tension swirling through her. She’d never needed to come so badly in her life.
She grasped his hair and ground against his mouth, but he quickly draped her legs over his shoulders and caught her wrists. He pulled her arms beneath her and continued his slow, sensual exploration of her folds. He touched her clit just often enough to keep her senses simmering without allowing her to c limax.
She arched and wiggled, determined to bring his kiss back to her aching clit. “Stop teasing me!”
He pushed his tongue deep into her core then slowly swirled. Sensations spiraled along her inner walls and her clit twitched against his upper lip. Be still. Enjoy what I give you.
It felt strange to remain passive yet responsive. She was usually more sexually aggressive than her lovers. But Blayne obviously needed this from her. She relaxed, allowing her body to follow his lead. His tongue slid in and out, his lips caressing her folds.
She felt lightheaded, floating on a sea of tranquil pleasure. He licked and stroked against and into her. In the past her lovers had focused on her clit and brought her quickly to orgasm. This was different. He explored her, learned her taste and texture from the inside out.
Then he gently sucked on her folds, drawing a throaty moan from her with each tender pull. Her hips began to rock, helpless to remain still despite her determination to surrender. He released her wrists and allowed her legs to slide down his upper arms. She ended up sprawled before him, open and accepting.
He pushed his fingers back into her passage as his lips closed around her clit. She was primed and more than ready for detonation. His lips pulled in a slow, careful suck as his fingers gradually filled her. She arched and cried out sharply as pleasure burst inside her. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers in rippling pulses and his lips skillfully prolonged her release.
She felt his fingers sliding in and out and yet she could feel her body caressing him. His lips tenderly worked her clit as the taste of her passion filled her own mouth. It was confusing and exhilarating, unlike anything she’d experienced before. They were united by desire, connected in a way she’d never dreamed possible.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her clinging warmth and raised her against his lips. He genuinely loved her taste, savoring the evocative musk as he licked her clean. Angie trembled, stunned and uncertain, yet utterly replete.
Long moments later, he arched over her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Do you
His gaze bore into hers as he pushed two of his long fingers into her wet core. She arched into the thrust, taking him as deep as his fingers could reach. She tightened her inner muscles, reveling in the fullness. It was a far cry from what she really wanted, but it felt amazing just the same.
She kept her knees bent, legs spread, shameless in her abandon. He pumped his hand, sliding his fingers in and out. His heated gaze focused on her sex and possessive pleasure blasted into her mind. It excited him to see his fingers thrusting into her body, knowing he had made her this hot, this wet.
Overwhelmed by the emotions twisting his expression and inundating her mind, she closed her eyes and imagined his cock in place of his fingers. This was just sex. It felt good for a while, but it meant nothing, changed nothing.
As if in response to her thought , he growled and drew his fingers out.
“Blayne!” Her eyes flew open and she pushed up with her feet, thrusting her needful sex closer to him.
He pushed her legs toward her chest and lowered his mouth to her crease. She cried out with the first brush of his tongue then her breath caught in her throat and she could only moan. His tongue traced her slit, teasing her opening before moving higher to circle her clit. He accented the emptiness deep inside her while building the tension swirling through her. She’d never needed to come so badly in her life.
She grasped his hair and ground against his mouth, but he quickly draped her legs over his shoulders and caught her wrists. He pulled her arms beneath her and continued his slow, sensual exploration of her folds. He touched her clit just often enough to keep her senses simmering without allowing her to c limax.
She arched and wiggled, determined to bring his kiss back to her aching clit. “Stop teasing me!”
He pushed his tongue deep into her core then slowly swirled. Sensations spiraled along her inner walls and her clit twitched against his upper lip. Be still. Enjoy what I give you.
It felt strange to remain passive yet responsive. She was usually more sexually aggressive than her lovers. But Blayne obviously needed this from her. She relaxed, allowing her body to follow his lead. His tongue slid in and out, his lips caressing her folds.
She felt lightheaded, floating on a sea of tranquil pleasure. He licked and stroked against and into her. In the past her lovers had focused on her clit and brought her quickly to orgasm. This was different. He explored her, learned her taste and texture from the inside out.
Then he gently sucked on her folds, drawing a throaty moan from her with each tender pull. Her hips began to rock, helpless to remain still despite her determination to surrender. He released her wrists and allowed her legs to slide down his upper arms. She ended up sprawled before him, open and accepting.
He pushed his fingers back into her passage as his lips closed around her clit. She was primed and more than ready for detonation. His lips pulled in a slow, careful suck as his fingers gradually filled her. She arched and cried out sharply as pleasure burst inside her. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers in rippling pulses and his lips skillfully prolonged her release.
She felt his fingers sliding in and out and yet she could feel her body caressing him. His lips tenderly worked her clit as the taste of her passion filled her own mouth. It was confusing and exhilarating, unlike anything she’d experienced before. They were united by desire, connected in a way she’d never dreamed possible.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her clinging warmth and raised her against his lips. He genuinely loved her taste, savoring the evocative musk as he licked her clean. Angie trembled, stunned and uncertain, yet utterly replete.
Long moments later, he arched over her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Do you
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