toes in the carpet as she stood before him wearing nothing but her bikini. He pushed up and stood before her, staring at her with raw hunger in his gaze. A claiming, possessive way. She didn’t mind. At all.
Wild reached out and tugged on the string holding up her top. She held still as the slight material fluttered to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his large hands. His thumbs swiped her nipples, drawing the taut tips even tighter.
She gasped, arching her back pressing further into his touch.
“Perfect,” he mumbled.
He bent his head and captured one peak, swirling his tongue around it before grazing it with his teeth. Shit, I’m in trouble if this single touch is about to make me orgasm. She gripped the back of his head and kept him there. His other hand, teased the tip of her unclaimed breast. He licked, tugged, laved, and nipped between them both.
Her legs trembled and she fought not to collapse. He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue in her belly button. When he held the ties on the sides of her bikini bottom, she held her breath. Two tugs and she was as naked as he.
Before she could register anything, his mouth was on her, his thick tongue stroking up the slit, stabbing deep and doing it all over again. Her legs buckled and his strong hands grabbed her ass, holding her up.
“Wild,” she cried. Her hips ground against him as she tightened her hold on his head. The precipice she teetered on, welcomed her as she fell. Waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He didn’t move, nor did he relent until she had nothing left to give him. Then, he rose and slanted his mouth over hers. The mingled tastes of him and her met her as he surged his tongue deep, past her lips to search for what he wanted.
She melted into him, craving more of his touch. More of the promise he made. Suddenly he released her and went to his shorts where he dug, pulling out his wallet. She stared at his taut glutes and licked her lips. Damn I want to bite that ass. The man was a work of art, plain and simple.
He faced her, condom packet in hand and she ran her gaze over his front, thankful he’d remembered, she had been so far gone she wouldn’t have stopped him for one. Muscles, corded and defined, in his chest and legs. Chiseled masculine features and his intense blue eyes added to the overall package of awesomeness presented. He wasn’t pretty, his features were much too harsh for that. But she didn’t want a pretty man. She wanted him.
I want? What am I thinking? This is nothing more than a quick fuck.
None of it mattered right now for her attention mostly focused on his thick shaft jutting out from a nest of dark blond hair.
Wild strode up to her as he ripped the packet open. Once he was protected, he lifted her and lowered her onto his length with a single move.
“Ahh!” Her cry filled the room.
His thickness set off a wave of tremors in her. He held her gaze as he lay her back on the desk in the room. His left arm braced him over her as his right settled against the surface by her head. She placed her right hand on his left side, fingers grabbing at his lean waist. Her left arm she curved around his muscular upper arm, holding him tight and close.
In and out he stroked, slowly, building up another wave of toe-curling pleasure. Undulating beneath him, she placed a foot on the table, needing him deeper. He lowered his mouth to hover a hairsbreadth over hers.
“Tight.” He thrust in with a single stroke. “Wet.” He withdrew at the same speed. “Hot.”
His mouth engulfed her as his tongue mimicked the action of his hips. In and out. She tightened her internal muscles. He rumbled deep in his chest and paused with only the head of his shaft in her, then with one swift flex, he buried himself to the hilt.
Her cry of passion was absorbed by him. He wound his hand in her hair and held her there as he increased the speed of his strokes.
Oh yeah. Just what the doctor ordered.
***
Kristopher
Wild reached out and tugged on the string holding up her top. She held still as the slight material fluttered to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his large hands. His thumbs swiped her nipples, drawing the taut tips even tighter.
She gasped, arching her back pressing further into his touch.
“Perfect,” he mumbled.
He bent his head and captured one peak, swirling his tongue around it before grazing it with his teeth. Shit, I’m in trouble if this single touch is about to make me orgasm. She gripped the back of his head and kept him there. His other hand, teased the tip of her unclaimed breast. He licked, tugged, laved, and nipped between them both.
Her legs trembled and she fought not to collapse. He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue in her belly button. When he held the ties on the sides of her bikini bottom, she held her breath. Two tugs and she was as naked as he.
Before she could register anything, his mouth was on her, his thick tongue stroking up the slit, stabbing deep and doing it all over again. Her legs buckled and his strong hands grabbed her ass, holding her up.
“Wild,” she cried. Her hips ground against him as she tightened her hold on his head. The precipice she teetered on, welcomed her as she fell. Waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He didn’t move, nor did he relent until she had nothing left to give him. Then, he rose and slanted his mouth over hers. The mingled tastes of him and her met her as he surged his tongue deep, past her lips to search for what he wanted.
She melted into him, craving more of his touch. More of the promise he made. Suddenly he released her and went to his shorts where he dug, pulling out his wallet. She stared at his taut glutes and licked her lips. Damn I want to bite that ass. The man was a work of art, plain and simple.
He faced her, condom packet in hand and she ran her gaze over his front, thankful he’d remembered, she had been so far gone she wouldn’t have stopped him for one. Muscles, corded and defined, in his chest and legs. Chiseled masculine features and his intense blue eyes added to the overall package of awesomeness presented. He wasn’t pretty, his features were much too harsh for that. But she didn’t want a pretty man. She wanted him.
I want? What am I thinking? This is nothing more than a quick fuck.
None of it mattered right now for her attention mostly focused on his thick shaft jutting out from a nest of dark blond hair.
Wild strode up to her as he ripped the packet open. Once he was protected, he lifted her and lowered her onto his length with a single move.
“Ahh!” Her cry filled the room.
His thickness set off a wave of tremors in her. He held her gaze as he lay her back on the desk in the room. His left arm braced him over her as his right settled against the surface by her head. She placed her right hand on his left side, fingers grabbing at his lean waist. Her left arm she curved around his muscular upper arm, holding him tight and close.
In and out he stroked, slowly, building up another wave of toe-curling pleasure. Undulating beneath him, she placed a foot on the table, needing him deeper. He lowered his mouth to hover a hairsbreadth over hers.
“Tight.” He thrust in with a single stroke. “Wet.” He withdrew at the same speed. “Hot.”
His mouth engulfed her as his tongue mimicked the action of his hips. In and out. She tightened her internal muscles. He rumbled deep in his chest and paused with only the head of his shaft in her, then with one swift flex, he buried himself to the hilt.
Her cry of passion was absorbed by him. He wound his hand in her hair and held her there as he increased the speed of his strokes.
Oh yeah. Just what the doctor ordered.
***
Kristopher
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