she breathed. “Treat me the way I need it. Just tonight. Just this one time, make it perfect for me.”
Stone’s hands went from around her waist and slid slowly up beneath the fabric of her t-shirt until he felt his palms filling with the weighty silken flesh of her breasts. Lilley gasped. His fingers found the rosebuds of her nipples and he rolled them gently between his fingers. Their color darkened and the skin surrounding each nipple puckered tensely. She sighed, and then gasped louder as his touch became more insistent and demanding. She felt her nipples harden, jutting stiff and aching. She shifted her weight, arching herself back, and setting her feet wider apart giving Stone access to every part of her body.
He lowered his head, kissing his way down her neck, across her throat, taking a breast in his mouth and sucking greedily. The sensation was electrifying. Lilley felt the urgent tug of his lips and she wrapped her hands around his head, buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her.
“God, yes!”
She felt herself rising onto her toes as the exquisite sensations began to overwhelm her. Stone’s big hands wrapped around her waist to hold her and then she felt the kneading strength of his fingers as they worked from the height of her hips, slowly down over the faded denim towards the gap of her body.
Lilley spread her legs wider, welcoming his touch and thrusting her hips forward at the same time, so that her whole body seemed bowed as she ground herself against the rising hardness within Jack Stone’s jeans.
She felt his fingers rub down past her bottom and then dip possessively between her legs. She groaned, and her whole body seemed to clench rigid for an instant.
Then she felt his mouth against her ear, and his words were suddenly breathless and rasping and wildly arousing.
“Strip for me! Now!”
He let go of her, took a pace back towards the bed, pinning her with the intensity of his gaze. His eyes seemed to smolder, burning with the fierce strength of his desire to watch her. She groaned, craving the contact of his body, leaning towards him like a flower towards the sun, but he held her at arm’s length.
“Strip for me.”
“Jack,” she blushed. “I.. I can’t.”
Stone ignored her protest. He sat on the edge of the mattress. “Do it. Right now.”
Lilley turned away, saw her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She could see the flush in her cheeks, the wild desperate need in her eyes. She turned back then, facing Stone on the bed, but with her gaze towards the ceiling.
The t-shirt came off slowly, and she held her arms high above her head, knowing the pose would enhance the swell of her breasts, before she cast the shirt aside. Stone’s eyes roamed her body hungrily. Her breasts were large for her narrow shoulders. Then she reached for the button on her cut-offs, tugging down the zipper slowly an d then pirouetting so that her back was to the bed as she slowly bent at the waist and wiggled the denim from her hips. She glanced over her shoulder, saw Stone’s fixed admiring gaze, and some of her hesitance melted away. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties. Slid them down off her hips before turning, naked and trembling with a delicious sense of abandon and wickedness.
She shifted her weight, tilting her pelvis at an enchanting angle and there was suddenly a soft sly smile on her lips as she reached up slowly and took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She stared across the room, her gaze suddenly bold and provocative. Stone’s eyes were dark, intense.
Lilley moistened her lips, then rolled the nipple between her fingers until it swelled and grew hard. She trailed her free hand down across the hollow of her abdomen, lower still until it was between her parted thighs, cupping the soft smoothly shaved skin of her mound. She shuddered from the erotic sensory thrill of being so brazen and so wanton.
“Now get on your knees,” Stone
Stone’s hands went from around her waist and slid slowly up beneath the fabric of her t-shirt until he felt his palms filling with the weighty silken flesh of her breasts. Lilley gasped. His fingers found the rosebuds of her nipples and he rolled them gently between his fingers. Their color darkened and the skin surrounding each nipple puckered tensely. She sighed, and then gasped louder as his touch became more insistent and demanding. She felt her nipples harden, jutting stiff and aching. She shifted her weight, arching herself back, and setting her feet wider apart giving Stone access to every part of her body.
He lowered his head, kissing his way down her neck, across her throat, taking a breast in his mouth and sucking greedily. The sensation was electrifying. Lilley felt the urgent tug of his lips and she wrapped her hands around his head, buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her.
“God, yes!”
She felt herself rising onto her toes as the exquisite sensations began to overwhelm her. Stone’s big hands wrapped around her waist to hold her and then she felt the kneading strength of his fingers as they worked from the height of her hips, slowly down over the faded denim towards the gap of her body.
Lilley spread her legs wider, welcoming his touch and thrusting her hips forward at the same time, so that her whole body seemed bowed as she ground herself against the rising hardness within Jack Stone’s jeans.
She felt his fingers rub down past her bottom and then dip possessively between her legs. She groaned, and her whole body seemed to clench rigid for an instant.
Then she felt his mouth against her ear, and his words were suddenly breathless and rasping and wildly arousing.
“Strip for me! Now!”
He let go of her, took a pace back towards the bed, pinning her with the intensity of his gaze. His eyes seemed to smolder, burning with the fierce strength of his desire to watch her. She groaned, craving the contact of his body, leaning towards him like a flower towards the sun, but he held her at arm’s length.
“Strip for me.”
“Jack,” she blushed. “I.. I can’t.”
Stone ignored her protest. He sat on the edge of the mattress. “Do it. Right now.”
Lilley turned away, saw her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She could see the flush in her cheeks, the wild desperate need in her eyes. She turned back then, facing Stone on the bed, but with her gaze towards the ceiling.
The t-shirt came off slowly, and she held her arms high above her head, knowing the pose would enhance the swell of her breasts, before she cast the shirt aside. Stone’s eyes roamed her body hungrily. Her breasts were large for her narrow shoulders. Then she reached for the button on her cut-offs, tugging down the zipper slowly an d then pirouetting so that her back was to the bed as she slowly bent at the waist and wiggled the denim from her hips. She glanced over her shoulder, saw Stone’s fixed admiring gaze, and some of her hesitance melted away. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties. Slid them down off her hips before turning, naked and trembling with a delicious sense of abandon and wickedness.
She shifted her weight, tilting her pelvis at an enchanting angle and there was suddenly a soft sly smile on her lips as she reached up slowly and took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She stared across the room, her gaze suddenly bold and provocative. Stone’s eyes were dark, intense.
Lilley moistened her lips, then rolled the nipple between her fingers until it swelled and grew hard. She trailed her free hand down across the hollow of her abdomen, lower still until it was between her parted thighs, cupping the soft smoothly shaved skin of her mound. She shuddered from the erotic sensory thrill of being so brazen and so wanton.
“Now get on your knees,” Stone
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