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chaste kisses to her cleavage. “Like that?”
A flush warmed her cheeks. “Kiss…my nipples.”
“Kiss?” he asked, placing open mouthed kisses all around her plump nipples. “Or lick?”
“Lick,” she murmured, moaned when his tongue teased the turgid peaks.
“Lick?” he asked. “Or bite?”
She gasped when he took the nipple between his teeth and applied light pressure.
She bucked when the sensation arrowed directly to her core. “Yes…oh, yes.”
He moaned his pleasure, too, his tongue vibrating against her skin.
She skimmed her hands over the smooth, muscled expanse of his back, then down the
indentation of his spine, and under the waistband of his briefs to clasp his firm buttocks. He groaned and rocked his pelvis against hers with the promise of future delights, then started his descent down her body, kissing his way along her stomach while kneading her breasts.
When she realized his destination, she tensed, unsure of what to expect.
“Easy,” he said against her navel, lifting her hips to ease off the pink and black panties.
“I’d never hurt you, Jane.”
She tried to relax, but her body was too preoccupied with new revelations. He dropped
kisses and licks on her thighs, going back and forth, finally urging her knees open to allow him access to the jewel of her desire. When the air hit her wet folds, she closed her eyes, unable to bear him looking at her so intimately.
But when his mouth closed over the tiny sensitive nub, she dug her heels into the bed and
cried out, whipping her head back and forth. The torture was too exquisite—she couldn’t bear it.
But she couldn’t bear for him to stop, either.
So she lay helpless while he made love to her with his mouth, aware of the orgasm stirring
in her womb, swirling round and round, gathering centrifugal force as his tongue stroked her
longer and harder.
She undulated against his mouth, thrashing against the mattress when her limbs reached
sensory overload. Again and again he stoked her fire, higher and higher until her climax rocketed to the surface and broke all over her body in tiny little pieces. She shouted his name and her pleasure, vocalizing the erotic earthquake he’d unleashed in her.
As her body pulsed with recovery, she clawed at his back to bring them face to face. He
kissed her hard, giving her a shocking taste of herself that clung to his mouth.
She pushed at the waistband of his briefs, using hands, then feet to drag them down and off
his long legs. She clasped his thick erection, reveling in the velvety smoothness and the
throbbing strength.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, unable to wait any longer.
At the sound of her raspy request, Perry almost came on the spot. The woman had had him
on a slow burn for hours, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could stand. He wanted to drive himself inside her and stay there for hours, but at this point, he’d be lucky to get the condom on.
He pulled away from her long enough to reach for his wallet on the nightstand to withdraw
a foil packet, then set his jaw while he sheathed himself.
With a deep breath for restraint, he settled into the cradle of her wet thighs.
His heat sought hers, the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. He kissed her again,
trying to postpone the moment, but lust surged through his body. The idea of loving her slowly and gently vanished as he thrust inside her slick channel with one powerful stroke.
She gasped, and the feeling of her sex absorbing his took his breath, too. He nuzzled her
neck, allowing them both to become accustomed to the sensation of their bodies joined together.
With the first stroke, he knew he wouldn’t last long. She was so tight, it was as if she were trying to consume him. This woman, he realized as his breathing became more ragged, was
dangerous…more dangerous than any of the hell-raisers he’d bedded. A good girl capable of
doing bad
A flush warmed her cheeks. “Kiss…my nipples.”
“Kiss?” he asked, placing open mouthed kisses all around her plump nipples. “Or lick?”
“Lick,” she murmured, moaned when his tongue teased the turgid peaks.
“Lick?” he asked. “Or bite?”
She gasped when he took the nipple between his teeth and applied light pressure.
She bucked when the sensation arrowed directly to her core. “Yes…oh, yes.”
He moaned his pleasure, too, his tongue vibrating against her skin.
She skimmed her hands over the smooth, muscled expanse of his back, then down the
indentation of his spine, and under the waistband of his briefs to clasp his firm buttocks. He groaned and rocked his pelvis against hers with the promise of future delights, then started his descent down her body, kissing his way along her stomach while kneading her breasts.
When she realized his destination, she tensed, unsure of what to expect.
“Easy,” he said against her navel, lifting her hips to ease off the pink and black panties.
“I’d never hurt you, Jane.”
She tried to relax, but her body was too preoccupied with new revelations. He dropped
kisses and licks on her thighs, going back and forth, finally urging her knees open to allow him access to the jewel of her desire. When the air hit her wet folds, she closed her eyes, unable to bear him looking at her so intimately.
But when his mouth closed over the tiny sensitive nub, she dug her heels into the bed and
cried out, whipping her head back and forth. The torture was too exquisite—she couldn’t bear it.
But she couldn’t bear for him to stop, either.
So she lay helpless while he made love to her with his mouth, aware of the orgasm stirring
in her womb, swirling round and round, gathering centrifugal force as his tongue stroked her
longer and harder.
She undulated against his mouth, thrashing against the mattress when her limbs reached
sensory overload. Again and again he stoked her fire, higher and higher until her climax rocketed to the surface and broke all over her body in tiny little pieces. She shouted his name and her pleasure, vocalizing the erotic earthquake he’d unleashed in her.
As her body pulsed with recovery, she clawed at his back to bring them face to face. He
kissed her hard, giving her a shocking taste of herself that clung to his mouth.
She pushed at the waistband of his briefs, using hands, then feet to drag them down and off
his long legs. She clasped his thick erection, reveling in the velvety smoothness and the
throbbing strength.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, unable to wait any longer.
At the sound of her raspy request, Perry almost came on the spot. The woman had had him
on a slow burn for hours, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could stand. He wanted to drive himself inside her and stay there for hours, but at this point, he’d be lucky to get the condom on.
He pulled away from her long enough to reach for his wallet on the nightstand to withdraw
a foil packet, then set his jaw while he sheathed himself.
With a deep breath for restraint, he settled into the cradle of her wet thighs.
His heat sought hers, the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. He kissed her again,
trying to postpone the moment, but lust surged through his body. The idea of loving her slowly and gently vanished as he thrust inside her slick channel with one powerful stroke.
She gasped, and the feeling of her sex absorbing his took his breath, too. He nuzzled her
neck, allowing them both to become accustomed to the sensation of their bodies joined together.
With the first stroke, he knew he wouldn’t last long. She was so tight, it was as if she were trying to consume him. This woman, he realized as his breathing became more ragged, was
dangerous…more dangerous than any of the hell-raisers he’d bedded. A good girl capable of
doing bad
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