veins and savoring his flavor. Gianni’s breathing came faster, and she found satisfaction in that.
So badly, she wanted to put her mouth over him and drink of his maleness. But she waited. Patience , he had said. Would he have it? Or only expect her to? Leah would find out, because it was as though the scene moved in slow motion.
He was so good, and so damn sexy, Leah couldn’t let go. Nor could she go faster. Slowly, she tantalized his thick erection, and Gianni began rubbing his fingers in her hair. The tips of his fingers sent nips of pleasure to her clit, and distracted her from her task.
But just for a moment. The sight of his gorgeous cock was the center of her universe. With one hand still holding his hot balls, she wrapped the other around his thickness. Then she put her mouth over the knob as if it was luscious candy.
Leah sucked, easily at first. And Gianni moaned. To have him in her mouth that way was beyond exciting. She was so close to him, piercing his pretense of indifference, and feeling his vulnerability. The musky scent of his arousal wafted around her.
Loosening the suction to withdraw the stimulation a little, Leah flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin just below. His cock lurched and she wondered if he would come. But he held back. More pre-cum seeped out, and she whisked it away with the tip of her tongue.
The fact that Gianni gave no commands was insightful. He allowed her to feel him, taste him, and excite him. And he knew it gave her pleasure, as much as it gave him. The intensity linked them together, and it was as though she could feel the aching need within him.
But her restraint gave way, pushed to the brink by the rush of heat coursing through her body. Leah pressed her lips tighter, and sucked as she let his shaft sink into her mouth. Wild abandon gripped her. And she moved faster. Sucked harder.
Gianni’s hands were buried in her hair, and he panted heavily. Yet he endured her ministrations. He didn’t press her, but allowed her the freedom to explore him. That he could do so showed more strength than if he had crushed her to the bed and taken what he wanted.
With her middle finger, Leah stroked between his legs, just behind his balls. The unexpected motion elicited a groan from Gianni. With his balls resting heavily in her palm, she continued to rub the tender strip.
Gianni spread his legs just a bit to give her access. And she reached farther, unsure if he would allow it. With her mouth over his cock and his balls in her fist, Leah slid one fingertip back. The feeling of his puckered opening made her clit throb.
No man had let her do that before. She’d wanted to. But she’d never dared. Somehow Gianni didn’t make her feel ashamed. Didn’t push her to embarrassment. He waited, and when she kept her fingertip there while sucking lightly on his dick, Gianni took just enough control to encourage her.
In a guttural voice, he said, “Go ahead.” The raspy sound of his words evidenced his arousal. Leah nearly came apart on the spot. Knowing she wouldn’t be admonished, she pushed past her inhibition and dipped the tip of her finger into his asshole.
Just barely, but that was enough. Leah whimpered, feeling the heat there, overcome with the intimacy of the moment. In tune with her, Gianni gripped her hair and pulled her up. The popping sound as her lips came free of him signified loss.
The loss of him in her mouth, the loss of his taste, and the loss of an experience she wouldn’t soon forget. With his hands at her waist, Gianni lifted her, as if she were a feather. “Get up on your knees,” he said.
Leah kneeled on the bed before him, her distended nipples level with his perfect lips. She looked at the man she had just caressed in such an erotic way. Gianni stood by the bed, inches from her. His cock was swollen and red, his ache evident.
Yet he had stopped her. Looking at him in such a state of arousal made her weak with need. If only he would plunge his
So badly, she wanted to put her mouth over him and drink of his maleness. But she waited. Patience , he had said. Would he have it? Or only expect her to? Leah would find out, because it was as though the scene moved in slow motion.
He was so good, and so damn sexy, Leah couldn’t let go. Nor could she go faster. Slowly, she tantalized his thick erection, and Gianni began rubbing his fingers in her hair. The tips of his fingers sent nips of pleasure to her clit, and distracted her from her task.
But just for a moment. The sight of his gorgeous cock was the center of her universe. With one hand still holding his hot balls, she wrapped the other around his thickness. Then she put her mouth over the knob as if it was luscious candy.
Leah sucked, easily at first. And Gianni moaned. To have him in her mouth that way was beyond exciting. She was so close to him, piercing his pretense of indifference, and feeling his vulnerability. The musky scent of his arousal wafted around her.
Loosening the suction to withdraw the stimulation a little, Leah flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin just below. His cock lurched and she wondered if he would come. But he held back. More pre-cum seeped out, and she whisked it away with the tip of her tongue.
The fact that Gianni gave no commands was insightful. He allowed her to feel him, taste him, and excite him. And he knew it gave her pleasure, as much as it gave him. The intensity linked them together, and it was as though she could feel the aching need within him.
But her restraint gave way, pushed to the brink by the rush of heat coursing through her body. Leah pressed her lips tighter, and sucked as she let his shaft sink into her mouth. Wild abandon gripped her. And she moved faster. Sucked harder.
Gianni’s hands were buried in her hair, and he panted heavily. Yet he endured her ministrations. He didn’t press her, but allowed her the freedom to explore him. That he could do so showed more strength than if he had crushed her to the bed and taken what he wanted.
With her middle finger, Leah stroked between his legs, just behind his balls. The unexpected motion elicited a groan from Gianni. With his balls resting heavily in her palm, she continued to rub the tender strip.
Gianni spread his legs just a bit to give her access. And she reached farther, unsure if he would allow it. With her mouth over his cock and his balls in her fist, Leah slid one fingertip back. The feeling of his puckered opening made her clit throb.
No man had let her do that before. She’d wanted to. But she’d never dared. Somehow Gianni didn’t make her feel ashamed. Didn’t push her to embarrassment. He waited, and when she kept her fingertip there while sucking lightly on his dick, Gianni took just enough control to encourage her.
In a guttural voice, he said, “Go ahead.” The raspy sound of his words evidenced his arousal. Leah nearly came apart on the spot. Knowing she wouldn’t be admonished, she pushed past her inhibition and dipped the tip of her finger into his asshole.
Just barely, but that was enough. Leah whimpered, feeling the heat there, overcome with the intimacy of the moment. In tune with her, Gianni gripped her hair and pulled her up. The popping sound as her lips came free of him signified loss.
The loss of him in her mouth, the loss of his taste, and the loss of an experience she wouldn’t soon forget. With his hands at her waist, Gianni lifted her, as if she were a feather. “Get up on your knees,” he said.
Leah kneeled on the bed before him, her distended nipples level with his perfect lips. She looked at the man she had just caressed in such an erotic way. Gianni stood by the bed, inches from her. His cock was swollen and red, his ache evident.
Yet he had stopped her. Looking at him in such a state of arousal made her weak with need. If only he would plunge his
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