I twirled my own around it, moaning as he mimicked my tongue’s pace with his thumb on my clit.
He moved to my neck with open-mouthed kisses, sucking and licking every inch, and causing the quivers to spread over my whole body. I raised and angled my hips to draw him deeper, but instead he removed his thumb and slowed the pace of his fingers.
“Do not come until I tell you to, Lorabella.”
Not come? I was close. So close. My chest was achingly heavy, my pussy pulsed with anticipation, and I could barely catch my breath. “Please,” I begged.
“No.” He removed his fingers from inside me, and I groaned my protest. “You will wait,” he added, then reached for the bedside lamp and turned on the light.
He was beautiful. His muscled torso, taught with control, loomed over me, and I saw the dark desire filling his eyes. Mark’s gaze roamed over my body and he smiled. He took his thick erection in the hand that had been in my pussy, and stroked himself in long, slow strides from the base to the tip of his cock. “Fuck, even off my hand, your cream feels so good on me. Drop your thighs to the side, Lora. Let me see all of your beautiful self.”
With trembling hands on my knees, I pushed them completely apart.
“Gorgeous.” He squeezed the purple head of his cock and stilled his movement. “You’re testing my control, Lorabella. I need your taste on my tongue,” he said, releasing his erection.
Mark didn't delay. His mouth claimed my lips in yet another mind-blowing possession. Deepening the kiss, he lifted me with ease and shifted my body next to his. The moonlight illuminated his face as he rose above me and fit a hand between us. The raw look of male triumph was unmistakable. The primal possession barely suppressed the controlled power raging on his back and sizzling beneath my fingertips.
Tonight, Mark was my world. He was everything I’d ever wanted, and everything I needed. I may have traveled to Montego Bay to make a decision, but for once in my life, I trusted someone else enough to do that for me. I trusted all three my men. They’d decided I was to be with Mark. I wanted Mark.
His tongue swept past my lips and caressed every part of my soul. My skin flamed with anticipation as his fingertips traced over my collarbone and down my chest, over the swell of each breast, and down to the curve of my hips. He lowered his head and tasted the trail, torturing my desires when he skipped over my straining nipples.
“Please,” I begged, arching my back and yearning for feel him complete me.
“Lora,” he breathed, his hot lips against my belly, but raising his body and leaning on his weight on his elbows. “I want to make this good for you, but I know how limited the remainder of my control is. I won’t last.”
The tension buried in his shoulders attested to the difficulty of maintaining control, but the truth was I didn’t want him in control.
“Don’t,” I whispered, cupping his butt, pulling him close, and spreading my legs to accommodate for his presence. “I don’t want you to last.”
A groan escaped his throat, and his hands slipped back to my breasts as his mouth roamed over my body. Strong and sensual fingers caressed, strummed, and enticed my nipples to an aching bliss. He was pure magic. I strained against him, savoring each touch and equally loving the warmth of his mouth on my skin. As I’d dreamed, Mark was an attentive and generous lover. My arousal soared, and I fought to accept what he gave in a dignified manner.
“You’re so damn responsive,” he said, licking up my thigh. “So responsive and beautiful. I need to taste you on my tongue. Need to have your sweet flavor fill my mouth before I claim your gorgeous pussy. Let yourself go and be with me.”
I moaned, tightly shut my eyes, and allowed myself to float in the ecstasy he created.
“That’s it, Lora,” he said, rewarding my reaction by moving over me and closing his lips on a sensitive and eager nipple,
He moved to my neck with open-mouthed kisses, sucking and licking every inch, and causing the quivers to spread over my whole body. I raised and angled my hips to draw him deeper, but instead he removed his thumb and slowed the pace of his fingers.
“Do not come until I tell you to, Lorabella.”
Not come? I was close. So close. My chest was achingly heavy, my pussy pulsed with anticipation, and I could barely catch my breath. “Please,” I begged.
“No.” He removed his fingers from inside me, and I groaned my protest. “You will wait,” he added, then reached for the bedside lamp and turned on the light.
He was beautiful. His muscled torso, taught with control, loomed over me, and I saw the dark desire filling his eyes. Mark’s gaze roamed over my body and he smiled. He took his thick erection in the hand that had been in my pussy, and stroked himself in long, slow strides from the base to the tip of his cock. “Fuck, even off my hand, your cream feels so good on me. Drop your thighs to the side, Lora. Let me see all of your beautiful self.”
With trembling hands on my knees, I pushed them completely apart.
“Gorgeous.” He squeezed the purple head of his cock and stilled his movement. “You’re testing my control, Lorabella. I need your taste on my tongue,” he said, releasing his erection.
Mark didn't delay. His mouth claimed my lips in yet another mind-blowing possession. Deepening the kiss, he lifted me with ease and shifted my body next to his. The moonlight illuminated his face as he rose above me and fit a hand between us. The raw look of male triumph was unmistakable. The primal possession barely suppressed the controlled power raging on his back and sizzling beneath my fingertips.
Tonight, Mark was my world. He was everything I’d ever wanted, and everything I needed. I may have traveled to Montego Bay to make a decision, but for once in my life, I trusted someone else enough to do that for me. I trusted all three my men. They’d decided I was to be with Mark. I wanted Mark.
His tongue swept past my lips and caressed every part of my soul. My skin flamed with anticipation as his fingertips traced over my collarbone and down my chest, over the swell of each breast, and down to the curve of my hips. He lowered his head and tasted the trail, torturing my desires when he skipped over my straining nipples.
“Please,” I begged, arching my back and yearning for feel him complete me.
“Lora,” he breathed, his hot lips against my belly, but raising his body and leaning on his weight on his elbows. “I want to make this good for you, but I know how limited the remainder of my control is. I won’t last.”
The tension buried in his shoulders attested to the difficulty of maintaining control, but the truth was I didn’t want him in control.
“Don’t,” I whispered, cupping his butt, pulling him close, and spreading my legs to accommodate for his presence. “I don’t want you to last.”
A groan escaped his throat, and his hands slipped back to my breasts as his mouth roamed over my body. Strong and sensual fingers caressed, strummed, and enticed my nipples to an aching bliss. He was pure magic. I strained against him, savoring each touch and equally loving the warmth of his mouth on my skin. As I’d dreamed, Mark was an attentive and generous lover. My arousal soared, and I fought to accept what he gave in a dignified manner.
“You’re so damn responsive,” he said, licking up my thigh. “So responsive and beautiful. I need to taste you on my tongue. Need to have your sweet flavor fill my mouth before I claim your gorgeous pussy. Let yourself go and be with me.”
I moaned, tightly shut my eyes, and allowed myself to float in the ecstasy he created.
“That’s it, Lora,” he said, rewarding my reaction by moving over me and closing his lips on a sensitive and eager nipple,
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