still slick from his saliva, his other hand wandered underneath my dress, slid aside my matching scarlet thong and caressed the folds of sex before he allowed his middle finger to enter me and finger-fucked me in a slow teasing endeavor as his thumb seductively massaged my clit.
I stood there, almost shell-shocked by the pleasure and buried the feeling of impending guilt. It nagged and ate away at some part of me but I could deal with it tomorrow when I was stone cold sober.
He picked me up and took us to his bedroom where he stood me back up, slipped my dress with care from my body before he pushed me down on the bed. The same care he’d taken with my dress, he took with slipping off my shoes and setting them on the floor.
Liam kissed his way up my body and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation and surrendered myself to the moment. Then he spread my legs and slipped my thong off. My whole body was bare to him, especially the moist, swollen sex between my legs which throbbed painfully and wanted, needed his touch so desperately, it was hard for me to control myself.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered and I finally did.
He stood before me and slipped out of his black dressy shirt before he slid off a pair of expensive black jeans. He wore no underwear and his cock jutted out painfully hard against his skin. He had absolutely no shame or compunction about sliding his fingers between my moist sex and using the lubricant to caress his cock with one of his hands.
“You want this?” he inquired out loud. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I repeated.
“You want what? I want to hear you say it. I want that beautiful mouth to exclaim she wants my cock.”
My eyes never left his as I whispered, “I want your cock.”
Liam pushed me further up on the bed and knelt down in front of my spread legs. “All in due time but first, I have been dying to taste that sweet cunt of yours.”
Ugh, I hated that word but I tried not to let it kill the moment.
His fingers spread my sex like a flower before his tongue traced my swollen clit. I gasped out loud as his whole mouth surrounded the swollen bud with warmth while his tongue flicked over the center with measured, teasing strokes which drove me nearly to the brink.
Liam slipped two fingers inside my soaking sex and began to slowly pleasure me from the inside out as he licked my clit. I thought I would lose it but once I began to see stars and a powerful orgasm flowed over me, I knew I would be okay, physically at least.
He crawled up my body and began to kiss me passionately and for one lost moment, I forgot about precaution because before I knew it, he’d entered me and thrust hard and rough against my body. I placed firm hands on his shoulders and ended our kiss.
“I’m not on birth control. We can’t bareback,” I lied smoothly.
“Oh, okay.” He immediately withdrew and reached over to his bureau where he grabbed a condom wrapper, sheathed his cock and spread my legs and thrust inside me again.
As he kissed me, I felt the difference but what ever he had sheathed himself with wasn’t a latex condom. I could still feel the warmth of his hardness buried inside of me and every time he thrust into me, it felt as if we were still barebacking yet we weren’t. I tried to lose myself in the moment, knowing he wouldn’t have put himself or me in any danger. Sex was great but it wasn’t worth dying over.
His lips trailed my neck before he stopped and stared into my eyes. “Where are you because you’re not here, and you certainly aren’t in the moment?”
“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry…what kind of condom are we using?” I wondered out loud.
“Lambskin. I’m allergic to latex and I get monthly HIV and STD tests. Should I be worried about you? To be honest, you don’t seem like the promiscuous type. How many sex partners have you had? One, maybe two?”
His flippant description of my sexual history was a bit humiliating. “You’re the
I stood there, almost shell-shocked by the pleasure and buried the feeling of impending guilt. It nagged and ate away at some part of me but I could deal with it tomorrow when I was stone cold sober.
He picked me up and took us to his bedroom where he stood me back up, slipped my dress with care from my body before he pushed me down on the bed. The same care he’d taken with my dress, he took with slipping off my shoes and setting them on the floor.
Liam kissed his way up my body and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation and surrendered myself to the moment. Then he spread my legs and slipped my thong off. My whole body was bare to him, especially the moist, swollen sex between my legs which throbbed painfully and wanted, needed his touch so desperately, it was hard for me to control myself.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered and I finally did.
He stood before me and slipped out of his black dressy shirt before he slid off a pair of expensive black jeans. He wore no underwear and his cock jutted out painfully hard against his skin. He had absolutely no shame or compunction about sliding his fingers between my moist sex and using the lubricant to caress his cock with one of his hands.
“You want this?” he inquired out loud. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I repeated.
“You want what? I want to hear you say it. I want that beautiful mouth to exclaim she wants my cock.”
My eyes never left his as I whispered, “I want your cock.”
Liam pushed me further up on the bed and knelt down in front of my spread legs. “All in due time but first, I have been dying to taste that sweet cunt of yours.”
Ugh, I hated that word but I tried not to let it kill the moment.
His fingers spread my sex like a flower before his tongue traced my swollen clit. I gasped out loud as his whole mouth surrounded the swollen bud with warmth while his tongue flicked over the center with measured, teasing strokes which drove me nearly to the brink.
Liam slipped two fingers inside my soaking sex and began to slowly pleasure me from the inside out as he licked my clit. I thought I would lose it but once I began to see stars and a powerful orgasm flowed over me, I knew I would be okay, physically at least.
He crawled up my body and began to kiss me passionately and for one lost moment, I forgot about precaution because before I knew it, he’d entered me and thrust hard and rough against my body. I placed firm hands on his shoulders and ended our kiss.
“I’m not on birth control. We can’t bareback,” I lied smoothly.
“Oh, okay.” He immediately withdrew and reached over to his bureau where he grabbed a condom wrapper, sheathed his cock and spread my legs and thrust inside me again.
As he kissed me, I felt the difference but what ever he had sheathed himself with wasn’t a latex condom. I could still feel the warmth of his hardness buried inside of me and every time he thrust into me, it felt as if we were still barebacking yet we weren’t. I tried to lose myself in the moment, knowing he wouldn’t have put himself or me in any danger. Sex was great but it wasn’t worth dying over.
His lips trailed my neck before he stopped and stared into my eyes. “Where are you because you’re not here, and you certainly aren’t in the moment?”
“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry…what kind of condom are we using?” I wondered out loud.
“Lambskin. I’m allergic to latex and I get monthly HIV and STD tests. Should I be worried about you? To be honest, you don’t seem like the promiscuous type. How many sex partners have you had? One, maybe two?”
His flippant description of my sexual history was a bit humiliating. “You’re the
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