cost him. He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs would be a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him. And still he was letting her do as she wished.
It was time to see what she was made of.
Closing her eyes, Lucy began by moving slowly at first in little circles, enjoying his hard length nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Reilly growled. “Fucking hell.”
Lucy moaned as whirls of sensation stimulated the delicate folds of her sex. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. Pleasure rippled through her as the dark curls rasped them to taut peaks. Not able to stop herself, she lowered her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so sinful, she mused. Her teeth nibbled at the skin, and his hands came up to her arms, crushing her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Reilly’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface.
Lucy rose up a fraction of an inch and looked beseechingly into his eyes. “Let me.” As if not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his consent. She smiled, feeling as if she were a woman on the brink of discovering something wonderful.
She lowered her head to his chest, tasting his salty skin, smelling his arousal. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple; her fingers curled in his chest hair. She couldn’t get enough of him. Now she understood why he’d been so eager their first time. She shimmied down his body and kissed his flat stomach, running her hands over his chest, his arms, needing to touch him everywhere at once. Poised over his manhood, she looked up and saw him watching her, his entire body still and tense. She swept the heavy fall of her black hair back and lowered her head, never taking her gaze off his. She grasped him in her hand and squeezed. Reilly threw his head back and grunted. She let her tongue dart out, not able to resist tasting the tip of his cock. His gaze flew back to hers and feminine triumph surged through her at the pleasure on his face.
He moved then, burrowing both of his large hands in her hair and pulling her head down until Lucy had his entire cock inside the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked in, hollowing her cheeks in an uncertain effort to bring him gratification. Reilly cursed under his breath.
Suddenly, he pulled her upward until she was once again sitting on top of him. “Have mercy, sweetheart. Another second and I would have been unable to stop.”
Comprehension dawned, and she smiled. “I like knowing that.”
“I want to be inside you, so damn deep inside you. Don’t make me wait another second, woman. I’m begging here.”
She chuckled. “I ought to make you suffer longer. I’m certain you’ve never begged a day in your life.”
He shook his head. “Christ, you’re wicked.”
His need was hers; his urgency fueled her bravado. She raised her hips and took him in her hands, guiding him to her entrance. Lucy lowered herself onto him, taking her time, feeling every inch of his hard cock slide between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and arched her back and pushed down all the way. “Yes, I missed that,” she moaned.
His voice was a scrape of gravel when he said, “You feel good. So damn warm and tight.”
Reilly wanted to change their positions. Wanted to be the one in control. But he was determined to allow her to have her way. To give her the tender loving she deserved. So he stayed put, satisfied to watch her learn what her body was capable of. He reached between their bodies and squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pumping and pulling at the little nub, encouraged by the small sounds that emanated from her throat. Her breaths quickened, and she moved even faster on top of him. He felt himself ever closer to the edge and stroked her once more, sending her flying over.
He
It was time to see what she was made of.
Closing her eyes, Lucy began by moving slowly at first in little circles, enjoying his hard length nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Reilly growled. “Fucking hell.”
Lucy moaned as whirls of sensation stimulated the delicate folds of her sex. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. Pleasure rippled through her as the dark curls rasped them to taut peaks. Not able to stop herself, she lowered her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so sinful, she mused. Her teeth nibbled at the skin, and his hands came up to her arms, crushing her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Reilly’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface.
Lucy rose up a fraction of an inch and looked beseechingly into his eyes. “Let me.” As if not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his consent. She smiled, feeling as if she were a woman on the brink of discovering something wonderful.
She lowered her head to his chest, tasting his salty skin, smelling his arousal. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple; her fingers curled in his chest hair. She couldn’t get enough of him. Now she understood why he’d been so eager their first time. She shimmied down his body and kissed his flat stomach, running her hands over his chest, his arms, needing to touch him everywhere at once. Poised over his manhood, she looked up and saw him watching her, his entire body still and tense. She swept the heavy fall of her black hair back and lowered her head, never taking her gaze off his. She grasped him in her hand and squeezed. Reilly threw his head back and grunted. She let her tongue dart out, not able to resist tasting the tip of his cock. His gaze flew back to hers and feminine triumph surged through her at the pleasure on his face.
He moved then, burrowing both of his large hands in her hair and pulling her head down until Lucy had his entire cock inside the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked in, hollowing her cheeks in an uncertain effort to bring him gratification. Reilly cursed under his breath.
Suddenly, he pulled her upward until she was once again sitting on top of him. “Have mercy, sweetheart. Another second and I would have been unable to stop.”
Comprehension dawned, and she smiled. “I like knowing that.”
“I want to be inside you, so damn deep inside you. Don’t make me wait another second, woman. I’m begging here.”
She chuckled. “I ought to make you suffer longer. I’m certain you’ve never begged a day in your life.”
He shook his head. “Christ, you’re wicked.”
His need was hers; his urgency fueled her bravado. She raised her hips and took him in her hands, guiding him to her entrance. Lucy lowered herself onto him, taking her time, feeling every inch of his hard cock slide between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and arched her back and pushed down all the way. “Yes, I missed that,” she moaned.
His voice was a scrape of gravel when he said, “You feel good. So damn warm and tight.”
Reilly wanted to change their positions. Wanted to be the one in control. But he was determined to allow her to have her way. To give her the tender loving she deserved. So he stayed put, satisfied to watch her learn what her body was capable of. He reached between their bodies and squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pumping and pulling at the little nub, encouraged by the small sounds that emanated from her throat. Her breaths quickened, and she moved even faster on top of him. He felt himself ever closer to the edge and stroked her once more, sending her flying over.
He
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