all brain cells leave the skull?
“Justin,” she pleaded. Her body shook like a newborn colt. An orgasm was rising in her in a way she had never experienced before, a slow tide rolling in from the horizon. She felt it coming, not in a furious rising crest, but a straight, powerful charge thatwould punch into her lower body and knock her legs out from under her.
“Darling Sarah. Let me hear you. I love to hear you come.”
Counting down another vertebrae in a whisper, his hand worked her. Her pussy made a succulent noise, the juices so thick they dampened her thighs and his knuckles. His trousers rubbed against her bare cheeks, exposed by the thong. The hard outline of his cock was firmly wedged in the channel between her buttocks, pushing the thong strap deeper into her cleft, and her instinctive movements stroked him against her anus, the rhythm working at odds with his hand as her hips rose and fell with her erratic breathing. She kept coming down on his thumb, which was now pushed inside her tothe farthest knuckle, that curve of bone resting firmly against her clit. His other fingers were insinuated between her thighs, braced out straight and unrelenting against them so she had to stay spread open, unable to contain or control the building climax.
He straightened and brought his lips back to her neck. His body pressed fully against hers, giving her a shock of emotional intimacy that shoved the physicalresponse up another notch.
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“No.”
She barely got it out, but managed to let go of the sill, trusting him to hold her upwith the arm banded around the front of her body. Sarah closed her hand over his large one between her legs. “No. I want you inside, Justin. Inside.”
He stilled, eased his thumb from her, nipping her neck as she groaned at thesensation. She twisted in his arms and fumbled for the buckle of that slim, elegant belt holding up his neat trousers. The head of his cock rubbed against her wrists through thesummer wool. He muttered an oath, relenting, and helped her, stripping off the beltand unfastening the clasp, shoving the pants and the underwear beneath down to his thighs.
He caught her under the arms before she could touch him and lifted her onto the sill, her shoulder blades against the hard wood of the pane dividers and cool glass. Themotion was rough but effective, his cock finding her slippery opening and plunginginto her in a movement so immediate she screamed at the sensation. Her legs lifted,wrapped around him, and she banded her arms around his shoulders, wishing shecould feel his skin. She settled for the press of her temple and cheek against his soft hair, and drew in the smell of him with all the mysterious scents of his shop.
He caught her arms and lifted her upper body away from him. “Tell me, Sarah,” he said, his face harsh with need, more than the need of the moment. “Tell me you wantme.”
She shook her head, made to pull him to her again, but he had the belt in his righthand. He shifted his grip to hold it against her upper body, the strap pressed horizontally from shoulder to shoulder, pinning her against the window. It was positioned right above her nipples, the tension causing the stiffened points to tilt upward and constricting the blood flow so her breasts instantly became more sensitive. He had his hips pressed hard in between hers, his cock and his body working with the immovable wall to keep her still. His eyes on hers, he lowered his head, suddenly back to being slow, and flicked one nipple with his tongue.
She cried out. The nerve endings reacted as if jolted with electric current. Her lungspumped for air against the restrictive hold of the belt while he began to suckle her gently, as if he had all the time in the world. He kept his hips still, even though her own struggled to move on him, to get some friction going between her pussy and the thick
“Justin,” she pleaded. Her body shook like a newborn colt. An orgasm was rising in her in a way she had never experienced before, a slow tide rolling in from the horizon. She felt it coming, not in a furious rising crest, but a straight, powerful charge thatwould punch into her lower body and knock her legs out from under her.
“Darling Sarah. Let me hear you. I love to hear you come.”
Counting down another vertebrae in a whisper, his hand worked her. Her pussy made a succulent noise, the juices so thick they dampened her thighs and his knuckles. His trousers rubbed against her bare cheeks, exposed by the thong. The hard outline of his cock was firmly wedged in the channel between her buttocks, pushing the thong strap deeper into her cleft, and her instinctive movements stroked him against her anus, the rhythm working at odds with his hand as her hips rose and fell with her erratic breathing. She kept coming down on his thumb, which was now pushed inside her tothe farthest knuckle, that curve of bone resting firmly against her clit. His other fingers were insinuated between her thighs, braced out straight and unrelenting against them so she had to stay spread open, unable to contain or control the building climax.
He straightened and brought his lips back to her neck. His body pressed fully against hers, giving her a shock of emotional intimacy that shoved the physicalresponse up another notch.
54
If Wishes Were Horses
“No.”
She barely got it out, but managed to let go of the sill, trusting him to hold her upwith the arm banded around the front of her body. Sarah closed her hand over his large one between her legs. “No. I want you inside, Justin. Inside.”
He stilled, eased his thumb from her, nipping her neck as she groaned at thesensation. She twisted in his arms and fumbled for the buckle of that slim, elegant belt holding up his neat trousers. The head of his cock rubbed against her wrists through thesummer wool. He muttered an oath, relenting, and helped her, stripping off the beltand unfastening the clasp, shoving the pants and the underwear beneath down to his thighs.
He caught her under the arms before she could touch him and lifted her onto the sill, her shoulder blades against the hard wood of the pane dividers and cool glass. Themotion was rough but effective, his cock finding her slippery opening and plunginginto her in a movement so immediate she screamed at the sensation. Her legs lifted,wrapped around him, and she banded her arms around his shoulders, wishing shecould feel his skin. She settled for the press of her temple and cheek against his soft hair, and drew in the smell of him with all the mysterious scents of his shop.
He caught her arms and lifted her upper body away from him. “Tell me, Sarah,” he said, his face harsh with need, more than the need of the moment. “Tell me you wantme.”
She shook her head, made to pull him to her again, but he had the belt in his righthand. He shifted his grip to hold it against her upper body, the strap pressed horizontally from shoulder to shoulder, pinning her against the window. It was positioned right above her nipples, the tension causing the stiffened points to tilt upward and constricting the blood flow so her breasts instantly became more sensitive. He had his hips pressed hard in between hers, his cock and his body working with the immovable wall to keep her still. His eyes on hers, he lowered his head, suddenly back to being slow, and flicked one nipple with his tongue.
She cried out. The nerve endings reacted as if jolted with electric current. Her lungspumped for air against the restrictive hold of the belt while he began to suckle her gently, as if he had all the time in the world. He kept his hips still, even though her own struggled to move on him, to get some friction going between her pussy and the thick
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