her underwear. Hand in his hair, she leaned down and gently bit his earlobe. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”
It was the sexiest—and the dirtiest—thing she’d ever said out loud. The words felt sinful and she was glad he couldn’t see her red face, but Ali wanted him to know just how much pleasure she’d taken in doing that to him.
He groaned as he reached down, his fingers sliding easily through her slick folds, feeling exactly how ready she was. “Believe me, babe, I want that, too. Next time, though.”
Working her in a slow circular motion, Ali gasped against his mouth as he slipped one, then two fingers deep inside her. She moved her hips in time with his sweeping strokes, the feel of his firm touch making her pulse with desire. He could do that to her all night and she would be perfectly happy, but the insistent throbbing of his imposing erection against her stomach was far too tempting. She shifted slightly, the decadent feel of his fingers on her, and in her, making her legs weak as she reached for the condom he’d thrown on the sofa next to him when he’d pulled his jeans off. Accurately prepared. She unwrapped the latex and reached down, stroking him eagerly a few times, feeling him grow impossibly harder in her hand.
Rising up to her knees, she slowly descended down onto his rigid length, the fit of him tight even though she was drenched. Closing her eyes, she gripped his broad shoulders and leaned back slightly, sinking down on him until he was seated fully inside her.
“Christ, Ali. Jesus, you feel good. Too good.” He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, plucking at her sensitive nipples, the touch sending a jolt of concentrated pleasure directly where they were joined.
Ali moaned as she rocked her hips, grinding onto him deeply, feeling him touch that magical spot hidden inside. Reaching up, she placed her hands over his and Sam’s mouth came down on hers, his tongue sweeping deeply and stealing her breath. Her inhibitions long gone, she took his hand and guided it down her flat stomach, using his fingers combined with hers to rub delicious circles over her clit as her hips moved faster.
He tore his mouth from hers and groaned, his powerful gaze burning with passion as he watched her touch herself with his fingers.
“Ali...” He said her name on a tortured moan when she increased her speed, flooding him in wetness as her own whimpers of pleasure grew louder. “Damn, you’re hot. And so beautiful. I never want to stop fucking you.”
His erotically graphic words set off the strongest, hardest orgasm Ali had ever had. And considering the ones he’d given her last night were already record setting, that was saying something. The hot surge of pleasure was long and intense, and she moaned incoherently, her body pulsing fiercely around him. Sam gripped her hips securely, pounding up into her with savage strokes. She felt him shudder a second later, his big body convulsing as he buried his face between her breasts, growling his satisfaction.
Moments later, he reclined bonelessly back against the sofa with a muffled moan and she followed him, her still tingling body melting over his as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. His hot breath was heavy against her breast when Ali rested her cheek on top of his dark head, wondering how sex with him managed to get better every time. They’d set the bar pretty damn high their first time, but this round had clearly topped it, simply on the basis of sheer naughtiness. A tired smile lit her face when she felt his mouth latch onto her nipple, tugging first then sucking softly. A small tingle shot through her, but it felt less sexual and more spiritual. Metaphysical. Rubbing her fingers lazily through his hair, she let him suckle her, feeling him shift to pull out of her body, but not releasing her nipple.
Ali wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, their bodies boneless and relaxed on the ultra soft, down-filled sectional, but darkness
It was the sexiest—and the dirtiest—thing she’d ever said out loud. The words felt sinful and she was glad he couldn’t see her red face, but Ali wanted him to know just how much pleasure she’d taken in doing that to him.
He groaned as he reached down, his fingers sliding easily through her slick folds, feeling exactly how ready she was. “Believe me, babe, I want that, too. Next time, though.”
Working her in a slow circular motion, Ali gasped against his mouth as he slipped one, then two fingers deep inside her. She moved her hips in time with his sweeping strokes, the feel of his firm touch making her pulse with desire. He could do that to her all night and she would be perfectly happy, but the insistent throbbing of his imposing erection against her stomach was far too tempting. She shifted slightly, the decadent feel of his fingers on her, and in her, making her legs weak as she reached for the condom he’d thrown on the sofa next to him when he’d pulled his jeans off. Accurately prepared. She unwrapped the latex and reached down, stroking him eagerly a few times, feeling him grow impossibly harder in her hand.
Rising up to her knees, she slowly descended down onto his rigid length, the fit of him tight even though she was drenched. Closing her eyes, she gripped his broad shoulders and leaned back slightly, sinking down on him until he was seated fully inside her.
“Christ, Ali. Jesus, you feel good. Too good.” He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, plucking at her sensitive nipples, the touch sending a jolt of concentrated pleasure directly where they were joined.
Ali moaned as she rocked her hips, grinding onto him deeply, feeling him touch that magical spot hidden inside. Reaching up, she placed her hands over his and Sam’s mouth came down on hers, his tongue sweeping deeply and stealing her breath. Her inhibitions long gone, she took his hand and guided it down her flat stomach, using his fingers combined with hers to rub delicious circles over her clit as her hips moved faster.
He tore his mouth from hers and groaned, his powerful gaze burning with passion as he watched her touch herself with his fingers.
“Ali...” He said her name on a tortured moan when she increased her speed, flooding him in wetness as her own whimpers of pleasure grew louder. “Damn, you’re hot. And so beautiful. I never want to stop fucking you.”
His erotically graphic words set off the strongest, hardest orgasm Ali had ever had. And considering the ones he’d given her last night were already record setting, that was saying something. The hot surge of pleasure was long and intense, and she moaned incoherently, her body pulsing fiercely around him. Sam gripped her hips securely, pounding up into her with savage strokes. She felt him shudder a second later, his big body convulsing as he buried his face between her breasts, growling his satisfaction.
Moments later, he reclined bonelessly back against the sofa with a muffled moan and she followed him, her still tingling body melting over his as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. His hot breath was heavy against her breast when Ali rested her cheek on top of his dark head, wondering how sex with him managed to get better every time. They’d set the bar pretty damn high their first time, but this round had clearly topped it, simply on the basis of sheer naughtiness. A tired smile lit her face when she felt his mouth latch onto her nipple, tugging first then sucking softly. A small tingle shot through her, but it felt less sexual and more spiritual. Metaphysical. Rubbing her fingers lazily through his hair, she let him suckle her, feeling him shift to pull out of her body, but not releasing her nipple.
Ali wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, their bodies boneless and relaxed on the ultra soft, down-filled sectional, but darkness
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