Chastity Flame by K. A. Laity Page A

filled his plate, too.
Everything about it drew her, from his firm jaw to those cheeks
with the skin so velvety and dark that she always felt the urge to
reach up and touch them. He wore his shirt open at the neck and a
bit of his hair peeped through and drew her eye. She set her
chopsticks down.
    "Come here," Chastity said, pulling on
his sleeve. Damien leaned down and their lips met in a kiss that
lingered, his tongue probing her mouth with eager strokes. Her hand
encircled his neck and continued pulling him toward her until they
hit the floor. Damien reached for the buttons on her blouse, deftly
releasing them as he continued to twist his tongue around hers
until he could slip his hands onto her bra and begin to massage her
breasts while she groaned with pleasure.
    Chastity worked her own arms around so
she could unbutton his shirt as well. It felt so good to let her
hands roam across the expanse of her chest, to flick his nipple and
feel him jerk. She grinned and he returned the smile before diving
down to release her bra, push it up and feast his mouth on her
breasts. Chastity relented and lay back, enjoying the sensations.
Damien's hands were so warm and insistent. The way his tongue
circled her nipples and the urgency of his mouth closing around,
moving around, moving back and forth between her breasts—they
conspired to make her delirious with passion. She writhed on the
floor, keen to feel him inside her once more.
    "Let me up," she croaked at last and
Damien pulled her up to a sitting position again. "I think we need
to be wearing less in the way of clothing."
    "Agreed!" He immediately shed his
shirt and unbuckled his belt while Chastity threw off her blouse
and bra. She undid her own trousers as his fell to the floor,
freeing his erection that made her practically lick her lips with
anticipation. Laughing, she pushed him back into his armchair and
climbed onto his lap.
    "Time for dessert," she purred,
wrapping her arms around his neck and mashing her breasts to his
chest as she bit into his lips like they were peaches to be
devoured. Damien slipped his hands inside her knickers to massage
her bottom. Chastity stuck her tongue through his lips and wrestled
against his, fucking his mouth the way she knew he liked. She could
feel the heat of his prick between her legs, feel it prong up
against her belly. It made her so wet.
    Damien was struggling to remove her
panties. It was impossible from this angle, but that didn't keep
him from trying. "Off," he murmured at last when she took a break
from his mouth. "Take them off!"
    Chastity slipped off his lap and drew
her knickers down. As long as she was down there, she decided to
have a taste of her favorite lollipop, too. Damien moaned as she
kneeled and took him in her mouth, sliding his length deep in her
throat, then slowly teasing him back out again. She reached down to
cuddle his balls while her mouth transported him to bliss. Chastity
loved the salty taste of him, the rigid flesh, the velvety skin.
But she didn't want to go on too long and risk bringing him to the
edge too soon.
    "Condom," she said, raising her head
at last from her careful ministrations.
    "Drawer next to the bed," Damien said,
his voice rough with suppressed passion. She trotted over and
retrieved one, ripping the package open and tossing it over her
shoulder. Falling to her knees again, she rolled it slowly over his
waving cock, enjoying the sight as much with her eyes as she had
with her mouth.
    Chastity looked up at Damien and saw
his eyes were dreamy with lust. He was being nice, letting her do
what she wanted and again she felt that odd pang of disconcerting
fondness for him. But she brushed it away because she only wanted
to think about being astride him in the big chair and riding him
like a horse.
    She started to come as soon as she
lowered herself onto him. Caught, she paused and let the feeling
roll over her. Damien held her arms as she cried out, but she
wasn't willing to settle for that.