of my legs, holding me down with one hand on my hip when I started thrashing. I could feel myself all puffy and swollen down there, and that yearning ache in my belly that was almost a cramp of desire—that edge of high-tension discomfort that both hurts and feels incredibly good at the same time.
He nuzzled in deep between my legs and started licking the lips of my pussy. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him in closer, deeper. There was something sweet about the way he ministered to me. He could be forceful and domineering in bed, but even so, he touched and kissed me as if I were a rare and special being whom he wanted to nurture and cherish.
I arched practically off the bed when his tongue pushed right up inside me, fluttering and thrusting while the rest of his mouth sucked on me. He was fucking me with his tongue, and it was amazing. I could hear myself moaning and making a series of anguished little cries as he scratched his fingernails along my wide-spread thighs.
He paused long enough to say, “You taste so delicious. So fucking good. I want you to come on my tongue, babe. I want to feel your pussy throbbing on every damn part of me. My cock. My fingers. My tongue. Hell, I’d even stick my toes in there if it could give you pleasure.”
I laughed and tugged on his ear. “You’re into feet?”
“I’m into you, babe. Every part of you.”
He switched his tongue to my clit while he thrust a finger into my pussy. His tongue did things I didn’t think a tongue could even do. He pressed back the hood of my clit and exposed all the most sensitive nerve endings to his subtle stimulation.
He lapped at me. Nipped me. Tormented me. It felt as if every part of my body that could feel erogenous was engaged by him. It was full-blooded loving. Complete.
He reached up with his free hand and stroked my breasts and my quivering belly.
The hand then slid higher and caressed my jaw, my cheeks, my lips. He slid a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it while thrashing my hips to his rhythm. His bare flesh between my open thighs, his breathing, hot and fast, his low voice urging me on:
“That’s it, Rory, you’re so fucking hot. Come for me now, babe. I need to feel you melt. I wanna hear you scream.”
My clit, all open and exposed and electric beneath his tongue was sending shards of pleasure into every cell. I think I did scream as it built higher and higher and the climax crashed into me. I felt myself go all stiff for a split second before my entire body started to throb.
It was like that all day long.
We couldn’t get enough.
We fucked lying down and sitting up. On the kitchen table and up against the wall. I knelt while he held my head by the hair and I practically swallowed his cock. He came on my breasts at one point, after ordering me to hold them up to him so he could massage himself between them. When I teased him for being a boob man, he laughed and spanked me, claiming he was more of an ass man, and that he particularly liked a nice red ass. We showered together and did it yet again against the tile shower wall with water streaming down all over our shuddering bodies.
We napped for a while between orgasms, and didn’t drag ourselves up and into our clothes until we were both weak with hunger and low blood sugar.
It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Chapter 16
Griff
I offered to take her out to dinner that night, since we'd eaten everything she'd cooked the night before. I was a bit relieved when she accepted. I hadn't forgotten the way she'd dismantled her cell phone. I still wasn't sure what she was running from, but it probably wasn't the cops if she was willing to go out in public.
We went to a not-too-expensive steak house in town. It was Saturday night, so the place was crowded, but we got there late enough that we didn't have to wait for a table. After we'd ordered, she started in again on me about Hadley: “Do you think one of those edge play people killed
He nuzzled in deep between my legs and started licking the lips of my pussy. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him in closer, deeper. There was something sweet about the way he ministered to me. He could be forceful and domineering in bed, but even so, he touched and kissed me as if I were a rare and special being whom he wanted to nurture and cherish.
I arched practically off the bed when his tongue pushed right up inside me, fluttering and thrusting while the rest of his mouth sucked on me. He was fucking me with his tongue, and it was amazing. I could hear myself moaning and making a series of anguished little cries as he scratched his fingernails along my wide-spread thighs.
He paused long enough to say, “You taste so delicious. So fucking good. I want you to come on my tongue, babe. I want to feel your pussy throbbing on every damn part of me. My cock. My fingers. My tongue. Hell, I’d even stick my toes in there if it could give you pleasure.”
I laughed and tugged on his ear. “You’re into feet?”
“I’m into you, babe. Every part of you.”
He switched his tongue to my clit while he thrust a finger into my pussy. His tongue did things I didn’t think a tongue could even do. He pressed back the hood of my clit and exposed all the most sensitive nerve endings to his subtle stimulation.
He lapped at me. Nipped me. Tormented me. It felt as if every part of my body that could feel erogenous was engaged by him. It was full-blooded loving. Complete.
He reached up with his free hand and stroked my breasts and my quivering belly.
The hand then slid higher and caressed my jaw, my cheeks, my lips. He slid a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it while thrashing my hips to his rhythm. His bare flesh between my open thighs, his breathing, hot and fast, his low voice urging me on:
“That’s it, Rory, you’re so fucking hot. Come for me now, babe. I need to feel you melt. I wanna hear you scream.”
My clit, all open and exposed and electric beneath his tongue was sending shards of pleasure into every cell. I think I did scream as it built higher and higher and the climax crashed into me. I felt myself go all stiff for a split second before my entire body started to throb.
It was like that all day long.
We couldn’t get enough.
We fucked lying down and sitting up. On the kitchen table and up against the wall. I knelt while he held my head by the hair and I practically swallowed his cock. He came on my breasts at one point, after ordering me to hold them up to him so he could massage himself between them. When I teased him for being a boob man, he laughed and spanked me, claiming he was more of an ass man, and that he particularly liked a nice red ass. We showered together and did it yet again against the tile shower wall with water streaming down all over our shuddering bodies.
We napped for a while between orgasms, and didn’t drag ourselves up and into our clothes until we were both weak with hunger and low blood sugar.
It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Chapter 16
Griff
I offered to take her out to dinner that night, since we'd eaten everything she'd cooked the night before. I was a bit relieved when she accepted. I hadn't forgotten the way she'd dismantled her cell phone. I still wasn't sure what she was running from, but it probably wasn't the cops if she was willing to go out in public.
We went to a not-too-expensive steak house in town. It was Saturday night, so the place was crowded, but we got there late enough that we didn't have to wait for a table. After we'd ordered, she started in again on me about Hadley: “Do you think one of those edge play people killed
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