your new fashion statement.”
Fallon’s cheeks flushed further at his command. She’d never quite gotten over the embarrassment of touching herself while he watched, but was too caught up in the erotic words to stop her hand from inching down her stomach and skimming across her skin. She was surprised when a low rumble filled the air and she discovered it was her voice, not Gil’s. She moved down, dipping into the slick crease, pinching her clit before thrusting her finger inside her.
“Damn, I love watching you touch yourself. It’s so beautiful.” He bent down and lapped at the juices spilling along her hand. “Push inside again and bring me more of your sweet honey.”
Fallon complied, pushing her finger inside her pussy, coating it with the warm liquid that oozed out of her, before drawing it out and spreading it around her clit.
Gil licked the cream away as fast as she collected it, and by the time she was close to climaxing, she was sure he’d eaten every drop from her cunt. She pressed up into his mouth, slipping her juice-coated finger into his hair. She was done giving into his commands. Hell, he still had all his clothes on.
Gil didn’t seem to take notice and continued to lick at her clit. She tried to pull his shirt from his body, but the collar caught on his neck, refusing to move. She huffed and gave one last mighty tug. The seams gave a moment before she heard the cotton separate, tearing partway down the neck. Gil looked up, the sound apparently interrupting his task. He smiled at her startled expression, bending his head so she could pull the torn garment over his head, taking the T-shirt he’d worn underneath with it. Then he grabbed the edges of the shirt he’d cut open and shoved it down her arms, baring her upper body. She shivered as the cool air breezed across her damp skin, making her flesh prickle and bead.
“Cold, sweetheart?”
“Not for long,” she tossed back, curling her body against his, feeling his heat seep into her. Gil pulled her close, rubbing his skin on hers. He felt like fire in her arms and she couldn’t stop from relaxing against him, allowing his arms to encircle her. Damn, she’d missed him.
“Better?”
She whispered her thanks into his neck, not sure she could talk without crying. Gil smiled against her hair.
“Well, now that you’re warm again, sweetheart, I’ve got some pussy to eat.”
Chapter Seven
Fallon moaned as Gil pushed her gently to the ground. She wanted to resist, to insist he give her time to explore his body. But she could tell by the firmness in his touch, playtime was over.
“I suggest you get comfortable. You’re going to be lying there for a while.”
Fallon moaned, not just from his words, but from the way he pushed her legs apart, baring her to his heated gaze. She looked down between her legs, held captive by the way he watched her as he licked his lips, tasting some of her juice still clinging to his face. Then he smiled and dipped down, tonguing her clit.
“Oh God.”
Gil hummed his reply, vibrating her clit while he teased her channel with just a hint of his finger. She arched into him, hoping to sink it in further, but he moved with her. He’d told her he’d take her when he was ready, and she had a feeling he was holding true to his claim.
“Need something, baby?” he teased, sinking one knuckle inside her.
“More,” was all she could say, her breath lodged too tight in her chest to form more words.
“Don’t worry, baby. There’s more.”
Gil thrust forward, sinking his finger completely inside her, rubbing her walls as he teased the digit back and forth in her slick juices. She arched into him, feeling the emptiness disappear, replaced by a hunger so strong she knew she wouldn’t be able to move until Gil had fucked her senseless. She needed him filling her, thrusting his thick cock back and forth, driving into her so deep she’d forget her name as she screamed out his. She opened her legs
Fallon’s cheeks flushed further at his command. She’d never quite gotten over the embarrassment of touching herself while he watched, but was too caught up in the erotic words to stop her hand from inching down her stomach and skimming across her skin. She was surprised when a low rumble filled the air and she discovered it was her voice, not Gil’s. She moved down, dipping into the slick crease, pinching her clit before thrusting her finger inside her.
“Damn, I love watching you touch yourself. It’s so beautiful.” He bent down and lapped at the juices spilling along her hand. “Push inside again and bring me more of your sweet honey.”
Fallon complied, pushing her finger inside her pussy, coating it with the warm liquid that oozed out of her, before drawing it out and spreading it around her clit.
Gil licked the cream away as fast as she collected it, and by the time she was close to climaxing, she was sure he’d eaten every drop from her cunt. She pressed up into his mouth, slipping her juice-coated finger into his hair. She was done giving into his commands. Hell, he still had all his clothes on.
Gil didn’t seem to take notice and continued to lick at her clit. She tried to pull his shirt from his body, but the collar caught on his neck, refusing to move. She huffed and gave one last mighty tug. The seams gave a moment before she heard the cotton separate, tearing partway down the neck. Gil looked up, the sound apparently interrupting his task. He smiled at her startled expression, bending his head so she could pull the torn garment over his head, taking the T-shirt he’d worn underneath with it. Then he grabbed the edges of the shirt he’d cut open and shoved it down her arms, baring her upper body. She shivered as the cool air breezed across her damp skin, making her flesh prickle and bead.
“Cold, sweetheart?”
“Not for long,” she tossed back, curling her body against his, feeling his heat seep into her. Gil pulled her close, rubbing his skin on hers. He felt like fire in her arms and she couldn’t stop from relaxing against him, allowing his arms to encircle her. Damn, she’d missed him.
“Better?”
She whispered her thanks into his neck, not sure she could talk without crying. Gil smiled against her hair.
“Well, now that you’re warm again, sweetheart, I’ve got some pussy to eat.”
Chapter Seven
Fallon moaned as Gil pushed her gently to the ground. She wanted to resist, to insist he give her time to explore his body. But she could tell by the firmness in his touch, playtime was over.
“I suggest you get comfortable. You’re going to be lying there for a while.”
Fallon moaned, not just from his words, but from the way he pushed her legs apart, baring her to his heated gaze. She looked down between her legs, held captive by the way he watched her as he licked his lips, tasting some of her juice still clinging to his face. Then he smiled and dipped down, tonguing her clit.
“Oh God.”
Gil hummed his reply, vibrating her clit while he teased her channel with just a hint of his finger. She arched into him, hoping to sink it in further, but he moved with her. He’d told her he’d take her when he was ready, and she had a feeling he was holding true to his claim.
“Need something, baby?” he teased, sinking one knuckle inside her.
“More,” was all she could say, her breath lodged too tight in her chest to form more words.
“Don’t worry, baby. There’s more.”
Gil thrust forward, sinking his finger completely inside her, rubbing her walls as he teased the digit back and forth in her slick juices. She arched into him, feeling the emptiness disappear, replaced by a hunger so strong she knew she wouldn’t be able to move until Gil had fucked her senseless. She needed him filling her, thrusting his thick cock back and forth, driving into her so deep she’d forget her name as she screamed out his. She opened her legs
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