Body Rocks [The Andersons 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Marie Jermy Page A

loudly when she pressed herself up against him, her beautiful breasts crushed flat on his chest. “Baby, if I get any more turned on, I’m gonna make a mess in my jeans.” He stepped away and kicked his boots off. His socks followed. Then he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sank down next to her. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he kissed her deeply, capturing her soft whimper when he rolled her onto her back and settled his weight on top of her, the long, firm ridge of his cock pressing against her belly.
    After a while, it became a little too painful for his cock to be confined to his jeans. Not wanting to be apart from her for any longer than necessary, Daniel was off the bed, out of his jeans, and back on top of Samantha in less time than it took an Olympic sprinter to run the one hundred meters. His hard cock pressed against her drenched boy shorts, the only barrier between them. He went to kiss her again, but she put her fingers over his mouth.
    “I want to see.”
    “See what?”
    “You know,” she said, casting a shy glance downward.
    He grinned and shifted himself to sit back on his knees so she got a good look at him. He almost protested when he noticed she wasn’t looking at his hard cock but at the white band of skin around his hips. A small smile played on her lips as she trailed her fingers over his hips and thighs, before she took hold of his cock in one hand and lightly trailed the fingers of the other up and down the length of him.
    Knowing with certainty he wouldn’t be able to take that for more than ten seconds, he again caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Like I said, you’re playing with fire.”
    Her sexy pout almost made Daniel let Samantha play with fire. Almost. Removing her hand from around his cock, he leaned over her and dotted moist kisses over her shoulders, working his way down to her breasts. He loved her tits. They were so responsive to his touch. Her hands went to cradle his head, her fingers driving through his hair when he drew one of the tight nipples into his mouth. He laved the bud with his tongue, loving the soft mewls she uttered and the way she arched her back, begging for more.
    He would have gladly given her more and could feast on her breasts forever, but he wanted to taste her hot pussy and pleasure her by giving her an orgasm. He moved from her breasts, dotting kisses down her belly until his head was level with her boy shorts. Then, sliding his hands under her sweet ass, he lifted her and pressed his mouth against the drenched lace between her thighs, rather liking the way she gasped when his nose butted her clit through the material.
    He hooked his fingers under the shorts’ elastic and inch by inch lowered them until she was exposed to his mouth and tongue. He nudged her back down onto the bed and again butted his nose against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her.
    Her musky scent filled his head. “Is that nice?” Daniel asked, surprised he could get the words past his lust-clogged throat.
    “Oh, yes,” she whispered, raising her hips so he could drag her shorts all the way down her legs and off.
    Their eyes locked as he repositioned himself between her thighs, and her mouth formed an O when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He gave her a wink. “It’s okay. Relax and enjoy.” He bent his head to tend to what he knew would be right off the pleasure scale for both of them. He cupped her ass with his hands, and she spread her legs wider, unashamedly opening up to him. It made him feel pretty fucking spectacular that she trusted him to allow him to make love to her with his mouth.
    And love her with his mouth he did. He stroked. He sucked. He licked, and he lapped, bringing her to the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm. He gave her a second respite and then he suckled her clit and drove two fingers into her pussy. On a whimper, she soared over the edge.
    He loved every