make it happen.” He stroked her hair and the mischievous grin Wendy longed to see returned to his face
She stripped for him, taking unbearably long seconds to peel her pants down. The ceiling fan stirred the air and refreshed her skin. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
“Ahhh. Better,” she said as her breasts were released. She caressed herself, her fingers roamed across her stomach, tantalizing her skin. Cupping each breast, she rubbed her nipples. Franco licked his lips but didn’t touch her.
“I need you to keep me balanced. I need you to satisfy my urges.”
“Is that all you want me for?” His voice was strangled and he shoved his fists in his pockets instead of reaching out for her.
“I need you to be there for me. And I’ll be there for you.” Wendy continued to massage herself even while she exposed her heart.
When she finally kicked off her panties, she took his hand from his pocket and guided a finger inside her.
“You’re wet,” he croaked.
“Mmmm,” she rocked against his hand. Her quivering legs could barely support her. His fingers worked their magic and blazed a mark on her soft folds. No one could ever touch her as Franco did. She pulled away when she got too close to the edge.
Franco used his other hand to cradle her head. He bent her back and kissed her. Their tongues entwined. The musky sweat from his labors mingled with the ocean spray and the woodsy scent that was all Franco.
He ended the kiss and gazed into her eyes. “So you’re mine?”
“And you’re mine.” She pushed him down so he was sprawled on the bed.
She leaned over to peel off his jeans, freeing his cock from inside his pants. He had the most beautiful cock ever—wide and hard. She ran a single finger up and down the side. She moistened her finger with her own juices and repeated the caress.
“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” he said.
“Not yet, but soon.”
He grabbed her ass and pulled her down so she straddled him. She rubbed her sex against his abs and leaned forward. Her breasts shoved against his face, she dropped her head back as he took one in his mouth and suckled her. Sparks coursed through her body.
“Yes, like that,” she moaned as he nipped tenderly. She shuddered. Her skin became sensitive to his warm touches after the air had cooled it.
Now, she knew how to take what she wanted.
She raised herself and slid up his body, her pussy an inch from his waiting mouth, her knees on either side of his head. Slowly, she lowered herself until just the tip of his tongue could reach her. He skimmed across her engorged sex. With all the control she could summon, Wendy allowed him only the briefest of contact. Agonizing flicks of his tongue against her responsive skin. She lowered herself another inch and the pliant flesh of his mouth engulfed her. He grabbed her ass, and with enthusiastic licks, sent her head spiraling. Each lap of his tongue, each pull of his lips shuddered her core, at the same time brought her closer to a tranquil place she had avoided for so long. Her pulse raced until her veins would burst. So she sat back.
Franco’s lips gleamed with moisture and she kissed him, drinking in her own essence.
She drew her tongue along his neck and down to his chest. Each muscle rippled beneath her mouth, her hair trailing along his skin.
When she reached the base of his cock, she flicked her tongue against it, tasting the salty pearl at its tip.
He moaned in frustration with each swipe of her tongue.
“Please.” His voice a hoarse whisper.
She covered him with her mouth and he released a sigh. Slipping her teeth over his shaft, the ache between her legs grew. She needed him there, to bring her that satisfaction that only Franco could. She was exactly where she needed to be. She raised her head and met Franco’s wild stare.
Franco moaned in agony. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I do.” Wendy would never be without one, as long as Franco was around.
She climbed off
She stripped for him, taking unbearably long seconds to peel her pants down. The ceiling fan stirred the air and refreshed her skin. She reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
“Ahhh. Better,” she said as her breasts were released. She caressed herself, her fingers roamed across her stomach, tantalizing her skin. Cupping each breast, she rubbed her nipples. Franco licked his lips but didn’t touch her.
“I need you to keep me balanced. I need you to satisfy my urges.”
“Is that all you want me for?” His voice was strangled and he shoved his fists in his pockets instead of reaching out for her.
“I need you to be there for me. And I’ll be there for you.” Wendy continued to massage herself even while she exposed her heart.
When she finally kicked off her panties, she took his hand from his pocket and guided a finger inside her.
“You’re wet,” he croaked.
“Mmmm,” she rocked against his hand. Her quivering legs could barely support her. His fingers worked their magic and blazed a mark on her soft folds. No one could ever touch her as Franco did. She pulled away when she got too close to the edge.
Franco used his other hand to cradle her head. He bent her back and kissed her. Their tongues entwined. The musky sweat from his labors mingled with the ocean spray and the woodsy scent that was all Franco.
He ended the kiss and gazed into her eyes. “So you’re mine?”
“And you’re mine.” She pushed him down so he was sprawled on the bed.
She leaned over to peel off his jeans, freeing his cock from inside his pants. He had the most beautiful cock ever—wide and hard. She ran a single finger up and down the side. She moistened her finger with her own juices and repeated the caress.
“Oh, baby, you’re killing me,” he said.
“Not yet, but soon.”
He grabbed her ass and pulled her down so she straddled him. She rubbed her sex against his abs and leaned forward. Her breasts shoved against his face, she dropped her head back as he took one in his mouth and suckled her. Sparks coursed through her body.
“Yes, like that,” she moaned as he nipped tenderly. She shuddered. Her skin became sensitive to his warm touches after the air had cooled it.
Now, she knew how to take what she wanted.
She raised herself and slid up his body, her pussy an inch from his waiting mouth, her knees on either side of his head. Slowly, she lowered herself until just the tip of his tongue could reach her. He skimmed across her engorged sex. With all the control she could summon, Wendy allowed him only the briefest of contact. Agonizing flicks of his tongue against her responsive skin. She lowered herself another inch and the pliant flesh of his mouth engulfed her. He grabbed her ass, and with enthusiastic licks, sent her head spiraling. Each lap of his tongue, each pull of his lips shuddered her core, at the same time brought her closer to a tranquil place she had avoided for so long. Her pulse raced until her veins would burst. So she sat back.
Franco’s lips gleamed with moisture and she kissed him, drinking in her own essence.
She drew her tongue along his neck and down to his chest. Each muscle rippled beneath her mouth, her hair trailing along his skin.
When she reached the base of his cock, she flicked her tongue against it, tasting the salty pearl at its tip.
He moaned in frustration with each swipe of her tongue.
“Please.” His voice a hoarse whisper.
She covered him with her mouth and he released a sigh. Slipping her teeth over his shaft, the ache between her legs grew. She needed him there, to bring her that satisfaction that only Franco could. She was exactly where she needed to be. She raised her head and met Franco’s wild stare.
Franco moaned in agony. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I do.” Wendy would never be without one, as long as Franco was around.
She climbed off
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