she’d caused. The miles-wide scar she’d carved into my heart.
I shoved them to the back, too turned on and too far gone to stop this. Breaking our kiss and my perusal of her body, I swung my head around the kitchen, looking for a more private place for us. I needed inside of her, right now, and the middle of this room was not going to work. Not to mention, my leg was killing me from a full day of walking.
“There’s a den in the back.” Leighton whispered, her hand squeezing my hip, moving lower as she spoke. She always knew what I was thinking.
Leighton grabbed the hand that rested just under the swell of her breast and walked us with quick, quiet steps to a small sitting room towards the back of the B&B. The den had a loveseat, a bookcase and a small TV on the right that appeared to have been manufactured in 1983. It also had an accordion door that shut and latched over the doorway.
I fastened the lock with shaky fingers, amped up and turned on and itching to touch every part of Leighton’s flesh. When I turned back around, she’d taken her thin tank off, the only thing standing between her and naked were the tiny turquoise mock boxer shorts hugging her hips.
“Fuck.” I shuddered the curse out, mesmerized by her round, heaving tits, perking up towards me like I was hungry and they were the feast. Leighton always had the most amazing breasts.
I prowled forward, taking one in each hand, not even bothering to look up at her before I latched my mouth onto the right nipple, laving it while tweaking the other in exactly the way I knew she liked.
“God, yes…” I knew she’d thrown her head back, her hands raking through my hair and pulling it with just a little more tug than was comfortable.
My knee was now throbbing, but it was nothing compared to how the head of my cock was pulsing, as if he could sense or smell her arousal. I needed to bury it inside of her, and soon. I wouldn’t last.
“Sit on the love seat.” Leighton lifted my head in her hands, and I knew she knew that I was hurting. Always in my head.
Moving to the small couch, I peeled my shirt over my head, audibly sighing as my ass hit the fabric. I was thanking god that the weight was off my knee, and that this sofa wasn’t leather. It would be far too noisy for what we were about to do.
Leighton’s tawny skin glowed in the moonlight streaming through the blinds, stripes of white light falling over her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach. She caught my eyes and held them…before slowly shimmying the waistband down her hips, over her thighs and clear of her feet.
I sucked in a breath, the hissing air turning into a zap that went straight to my balls. It wasn't like I'd forgotten how unbelievably fucking gorgeous Leighton was. I didn't need to see her naked to know that. But I think I'd banished all intimate thoughts of her to the back of my brain, I wouldn't even let them float in front of my eyelids when I drifted off to sleep at night.
Her standing in front of me put my system on overload, and I felt my cock pulse so violently that I almost came in the sweatpants that were barely containing my erection. She crossed to me, her hips, breasts and hair moving with her natural sway. Leighton was like one of those Sirens from Greek mythology. She was a beautiful but dangerous creature that lured men to their death using their beautiful voices. She'd done just that tonight, caught me in her web using song. And now she was about to demolish me.
"What do you want?" Leighton stood with her toes touching mine, not thrusting out her body for me to look at, but not hiding it either. She'd never been a shy lover. She could be bossy and dominating when she wanted, but coy and submissive if I needed it. But she was never hesitant to voice her sexual wants.
"Ride me." I could barely push the syllable's past my lips, just the sound and thought of them sending release hurtling down my spine.
She did as she was told, pulling down my sweatpants until
I shoved them to the back, too turned on and too far gone to stop this. Breaking our kiss and my perusal of her body, I swung my head around the kitchen, looking for a more private place for us. I needed inside of her, right now, and the middle of this room was not going to work. Not to mention, my leg was killing me from a full day of walking.
“There’s a den in the back.” Leighton whispered, her hand squeezing my hip, moving lower as she spoke. She always knew what I was thinking.
Leighton grabbed the hand that rested just under the swell of her breast and walked us with quick, quiet steps to a small sitting room towards the back of the B&B. The den had a loveseat, a bookcase and a small TV on the right that appeared to have been manufactured in 1983. It also had an accordion door that shut and latched over the doorway.
I fastened the lock with shaky fingers, amped up and turned on and itching to touch every part of Leighton’s flesh. When I turned back around, she’d taken her thin tank off, the only thing standing between her and naked were the tiny turquoise mock boxer shorts hugging her hips.
“Fuck.” I shuddered the curse out, mesmerized by her round, heaving tits, perking up towards me like I was hungry and they were the feast. Leighton always had the most amazing breasts.
I prowled forward, taking one in each hand, not even bothering to look up at her before I latched my mouth onto the right nipple, laving it while tweaking the other in exactly the way I knew she liked.
“God, yes…” I knew she’d thrown her head back, her hands raking through my hair and pulling it with just a little more tug than was comfortable.
My knee was now throbbing, but it was nothing compared to how the head of my cock was pulsing, as if he could sense or smell her arousal. I needed to bury it inside of her, and soon. I wouldn’t last.
“Sit on the love seat.” Leighton lifted my head in her hands, and I knew she knew that I was hurting. Always in my head.
Moving to the small couch, I peeled my shirt over my head, audibly sighing as my ass hit the fabric. I was thanking god that the weight was off my knee, and that this sofa wasn’t leather. It would be far too noisy for what we were about to do.
Leighton’s tawny skin glowed in the moonlight streaming through the blinds, stripes of white light falling over her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach. She caught my eyes and held them…before slowly shimmying the waistband down her hips, over her thighs and clear of her feet.
I sucked in a breath, the hissing air turning into a zap that went straight to my balls. It wasn't like I'd forgotten how unbelievably fucking gorgeous Leighton was. I didn't need to see her naked to know that. But I think I'd banished all intimate thoughts of her to the back of my brain, I wouldn't even let them float in front of my eyelids when I drifted off to sleep at night.
Her standing in front of me put my system on overload, and I felt my cock pulse so violently that I almost came in the sweatpants that were barely containing my erection. She crossed to me, her hips, breasts and hair moving with her natural sway. Leighton was like one of those Sirens from Greek mythology. She was a beautiful but dangerous creature that lured men to their death using their beautiful voices. She'd done just that tonight, caught me in her web using song. And now she was about to demolish me.
"What do you want?" Leighton stood with her toes touching mine, not thrusting out her body for me to look at, but not hiding it either. She'd never been a shy lover. She could be bossy and dominating when she wanted, but coy and submissive if I needed it. But she was never hesitant to voice her sexual wants.
"Ride me." I could barely push the syllable's past my lips, just the sound and thought of them sending release hurtling down my spine.
She did as she was told, pulling down my sweatpants until
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