back as if he were painting something. For all I knew, he could have been. He was an artist. “You taught me to love the one you’re with, but that doesn’t always mean you have sex with them.”
His eyes narrowed and he looked positively affronted. “Why not? Everyone needs to release tensions, connect physically, and making love is the best way to do that.”
Of course, my Frenchie would see it that way. “Well, the client after you was gay.” I shrugged.
“So then you could have made love to both of them.” He pulled me completely on top of him, slid his hands down to my ass and separated my legs so I was straddling him. He was hardening under me. Alec was, by far, the most virile man I’d ever met. When he said he would make love to me all night, I had no doubt that I’d pass out from needing sleep before he stopped loving me.
Licking a trail from one nipple to the next, I sucked on the neglected flat disc until it hardened. “That would have been an experience, but it wasn’t like that.”
“I’ll never understand that. Continue.”
Tilting my head to the side, I used one finger and traced his mustache and beard. His long russet locks had dried and were wavy and sexy in a way that was intensely masculine. “This guy I’m with now, the baseball player. At first, I thought I might want to share a bed with him, but he’s in love with someone else.”
“Ah, and the other woman does not share. Then why did he need you?” He asked thoughtfully, but it was hard to pay attention because at that moment he decided to press a finger deep into my sex from behind. He leisurely fucked me with one finger until I was wet enough that he could fit another. “You were saying,” Alec said with a grin, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. Sexy bastard.
“Uh, yeah. Well, he was kind of an ass when we met and then I helped, oh God, fuck…”I dropped my head and pushed back letting his fingers hit just the right spot. “Uh, get the girl he wanted.”
He clucked his tongue. “Pity. More for me,” he uttered then pushed high into me with those two thick fingers. I pressed back against them moaning and gasping, the sensation splintering all around me. Then I put my mouth on his chest and licked and nipped while he got me off with his fingers. When I was crying out, he rolled me over and kissed a path down my body. “Want your crème on my tongue, ma jolie . Need to remember your taste. Going to eat you now. Are you done telling stories?”
Telling him stories. He thought talking was telling stories. Damn, the man was cute and fucking talented. Then I pressed into my heels and pushed up into his face. He growled and stuck his tongue as far inside me as it would go. His hands held my lower lips apart and he rubbed his lips, mustache, and beard all over my sex. “Want your scent all over me while I sleep. Then I’ll have beautiful dreams of my sweet tasting, beautiful, Mia. Oui, ma jolie ?”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned and cried out when he sucked extra hard on my o-trigger, sending me to the very top of the crest.
Alec took his time between my legs. He sucked, fucked me with his finger, nipped at me with his teeth, and even gave me a rosy quarter sized hickey on my inner thigh. Over and over he brought me to the very pinnacle of release, then backed off until I was so exhausted and out of my mind with need I begged and pleaded for him to finish me off. My sex was so wet I could feel the slippery juices sliding between the crack of my ass. Alec didn’t let it fly. He swooped down with the flat of his tongue and teased the tiny rosette I knew he loved, laid his mouth wide over my opening and drank. His cheeks hollowed out, my back arched, and then he grated his teeth along my clit and I shot into the stratosphere bucking like a wild woman. While I was coming, he slipped on a condom and speared his thick cock deep into me and rode me hard, harder than he ever had before. We were wild, out of control, and
His eyes narrowed and he looked positively affronted. “Why not? Everyone needs to release tensions, connect physically, and making love is the best way to do that.”
Of course, my Frenchie would see it that way. “Well, the client after you was gay.” I shrugged.
“So then you could have made love to both of them.” He pulled me completely on top of him, slid his hands down to my ass and separated my legs so I was straddling him. He was hardening under me. Alec was, by far, the most virile man I’d ever met. When he said he would make love to me all night, I had no doubt that I’d pass out from needing sleep before he stopped loving me.
Licking a trail from one nipple to the next, I sucked on the neglected flat disc until it hardened. “That would have been an experience, but it wasn’t like that.”
“I’ll never understand that. Continue.”
Tilting my head to the side, I used one finger and traced his mustache and beard. His long russet locks had dried and were wavy and sexy in a way that was intensely masculine. “This guy I’m with now, the baseball player. At first, I thought I might want to share a bed with him, but he’s in love with someone else.”
“Ah, and the other woman does not share. Then why did he need you?” He asked thoughtfully, but it was hard to pay attention because at that moment he decided to press a finger deep into my sex from behind. He leisurely fucked me with one finger until I was wet enough that he could fit another. “You were saying,” Alec said with a grin, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. Sexy bastard.
“Uh, yeah. Well, he was kind of an ass when we met and then I helped, oh God, fuck…”I dropped my head and pushed back letting his fingers hit just the right spot. “Uh, get the girl he wanted.”
He clucked his tongue. “Pity. More for me,” he uttered then pushed high into me with those two thick fingers. I pressed back against them moaning and gasping, the sensation splintering all around me. Then I put my mouth on his chest and licked and nipped while he got me off with his fingers. When I was crying out, he rolled me over and kissed a path down my body. “Want your crème on my tongue, ma jolie . Need to remember your taste. Going to eat you now. Are you done telling stories?”
Telling him stories. He thought talking was telling stories. Damn, the man was cute and fucking talented. Then I pressed into my heels and pushed up into his face. He growled and stuck his tongue as far inside me as it would go. His hands held my lower lips apart and he rubbed his lips, mustache, and beard all over my sex. “Want your scent all over me while I sleep. Then I’ll have beautiful dreams of my sweet tasting, beautiful, Mia. Oui, ma jolie ?”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned and cried out when he sucked extra hard on my o-trigger, sending me to the very top of the crest.
Alec took his time between my legs. He sucked, fucked me with his finger, nipped at me with his teeth, and even gave me a rosy quarter sized hickey on my inner thigh. Over and over he brought me to the very pinnacle of release, then backed off until I was so exhausted and out of my mind with need I begged and pleaded for him to finish me off. My sex was so wet I could feel the slippery juices sliding between the crack of my ass. Alec didn’t let it fly. He swooped down with the flat of his tongue and teased the tiny rosette I knew he loved, laid his mouth wide over my opening and drank. His cheeks hollowed out, my back arched, and then he grated his teeth along my clit and I shot into the stratosphere bucking like a wild woman. While I was coming, he slipped on a condom and speared his thick cock deep into me and rode me hard, harder than he ever had before. We were wild, out of control, and
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