from his grasp, but he was having none of it. His fingers tightened around her ankles, and he pushed her knees up toward her chest.
He touched his mouth to her heat, withdrew and did it again. Erin squirmed, but in warning, he tightened his grip on her legs even more. He kissed her again, this time dipping his tongue between her folds. Erin cried out at the same time he released her legs. Using his thumbs, he parted her pussy lips, and slid his tongue lightly along her crease.
She arched, moaned, wriggled against him. He only pressed his tongue deeper, then moved it inside her. Her muscles clenched around him, and she jerked when he pressed in a finger alongside his tongue.
“Nathan…” She tried to sit up, to grab at his shoulders and release some of the intensity of what he was doing. But he didn’t stop, seemingly oblivious to her sensual overload. Her muscles felt tight and she knew she was tensing up. She wasn’t sure why, and she wondered if she could stand it, but at the same time she wanted more. So much more.
His lips pressed against her pussy, the pressure increasing with the movement of his tongue, his finger. He pumped lightly, his tongue sliding deep every time his finger retracted, and then he altered the movement so that he released his tongue and pushed deep with his finger. The two-way attack had Erin squirming beneath him and muttering his name over and over, like a sensual mantra that might center her, root her to reality.
Instead she was swept further away, up and along the edge of oblivion. She trembled there, waiting, grasping for a stable line to cling to. For purchase, she gripped the sheet beneath her and simply gave herself up to the erotic pleasure that Nathan offered.
She came. Hard. Fast. Her muscles clenching around his tongue, his finger.
Spent, she lay panting while Nathan refused to cease his ministrations.
Her head spun; her senses reeled. “Nathan.” She tried to lower her legs, but he reached for her knees and pushed them away from her center. “Nathan. You need to…”
Hell. It was building again. That pressure, that tightness at her core. He worked her with his tongue and she grabbed the sheet again, arched her neck, squeezed her eyes shut. Seconds later, she hit the heights, dazed and astounded that she could climax again so quickly after she’d been spun on her axis by the first one.
She relaxed her grip on the sheet, releasing the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, while her intimate muscles pulsed from the aftershock.
Nathan sat back and looked at her, his eyes languid and half-closed. His mouth was slightly open, slick with her moisture, and he breathed long and deep. His chest rose and fell, his skin glistening from the half-light that fell across the room.
Watching her, he slid the back of his wrist over his mouth, then leaned over her. Bracing himself on his hands, he kissed her.
Erin reached down between them and felt for the clasp of his waistband, pleased when he allowed her to release it and slide down his zipper. She slipped her hand into his boxers and found him hot, hard and very big.
He gasped into her mouth and she squeezed him. Then she began stroking him. She felt every muscle in his body tighten before he drew back.
“Why don’t you let me make myself comfortable,” he said, stepping off the bed and yanking off his shoes, trousers and underpants in one easy move.
Erin scrambled to her knees and met him as he came back on the bed. She reached for him again, pushing him back against the mattress. “You do that really well,” she told him, taking him between her hands again. “ Really well.”
“What?” he asked, tucking his chin into his chest and looking down to where her hands were getting busy. “Eat a woman out? You make it easy, sugar. The taste of you fucking exploded on my tongue.”
She really loved the way he talked during sex. It was raw, exciting and highly erotic. Justin had never talked. He’d just
He touched his mouth to her heat, withdrew and did it again. Erin squirmed, but in warning, he tightened his grip on her legs even more. He kissed her again, this time dipping his tongue between her folds. Erin cried out at the same time he released her legs. Using his thumbs, he parted her pussy lips, and slid his tongue lightly along her crease.
She arched, moaned, wriggled against him. He only pressed his tongue deeper, then moved it inside her. Her muscles clenched around him, and she jerked when he pressed in a finger alongside his tongue.
“Nathan…” She tried to sit up, to grab at his shoulders and release some of the intensity of what he was doing. But he didn’t stop, seemingly oblivious to her sensual overload. Her muscles felt tight and she knew she was tensing up. She wasn’t sure why, and she wondered if she could stand it, but at the same time she wanted more. So much more.
His lips pressed against her pussy, the pressure increasing with the movement of his tongue, his finger. He pumped lightly, his tongue sliding deep every time his finger retracted, and then he altered the movement so that he released his tongue and pushed deep with his finger. The two-way attack had Erin squirming beneath him and muttering his name over and over, like a sensual mantra that might center her, root her to reality.
Instead she was swept further away, up and along the edge of oblivion. She trembled there, waiting, grasping for a stable line to cling to. For purchase, she gripped the sheet beneath her and simply gave herself up to the erotic pleasure that Nathan offered.
She came. Hard. Fast. Her muscles clenching around his tongue, his finger.
Spent, she lay panting while Nathan refused to cease his ministrations.
Her head spun; her senses reeled. “Nathan.” She tried to lower her legs, but he reached for her knees and pushed them away from her center. “Nathan. You need to…”
Hell. It was building again. That pressure, that tightness at her core. He worked her with his tongue and she grabbed the sheet again, arched her neck, squeezed her eyes shut. Seconds later, she hit the heights, dazed and astounded that she could climax again so quickly after she’d been spun on her axis by the first one.
She relaxed her grip on the sheet, releasing the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, while her intimate muscles pulsed from the aftershock.
Nathan sat back and looked at her, his eyes languid and half-closed. His mouth was slightly open, slick with her moisture, and he breathed long and deep. His chest rose and fell, his skin glistening from the half-light that fell across the room.
Watching her, he slid the back of his wrist over his mouth, then leaned over her. Bracing himself on his hands, he kissed her.
Erin reached down between them and felt for the clasp of his waistband, pleased when he allowed her to release it and slide down his zipper. She slipped her hand into his boxers and found him hot, hard and very big.
He gasped into her mouth and she squeezed him. Then she began stroking him. She felt every muscle in his body tighten before he drew back.
“Why don’t you let me make myself comfortable,” he said, stepping off the bed and yanking off his shoes, trousers and underpants in one easy move.
Erin scrambled to her knees and met him as he came back on the bed. She reached for him again, pushing him back against the mattress. “You do that really well,” she told him, taking him between her hands again. “ Really well.”
“What?” he asked, tucking his chin into his chest and looking down to where her hands were getting busy. “Eat a woman out? You make it easy, sugar. The taste of you fucking exploded on my tongue.”
She really loved the way he talked during sex. It was raw, exciting and highly erotic. Justin had never talked. He’d just
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