Rocks by M. J. Lawless Page B

sliding between her smooth lips and she sucked him as his fingers came up to her sweater, pulling it upwards so that her breasts were released to the air, still confined for the moment by her bra. She only reluctantly let him go as he dipped his head down to her cleavage, prising the edge of her bra sideways so that her nipples, stiff and lustful, sprang free. Flicking his tongue along them, he pressed his face into her smooth flesh as his hands moved downwards, expertly undoing the buttons to her jeans.
    When he stood up, Karla stared at him with a kind of madness in her eyes. As he started to drag her trousers along her legs, pulling off each of her shoes in turn and throwing them casually to one side, she kicked her legs, trying to pull them free of the frustrating denim. All the time she watched him. Damn! Unlike most business men there was no sleekness to his flesh, the beginnings of fat on even the best of them that indicated too many hours sitting in meetings or at a desk. He had only just dragged her trousers off and already her knickers were soaking.
    As he reached up to those ruined panties, she lay back and lifted her buttocks into the air, letting him slide the cotton across her hips while she played with her own nipples, squeezing and pinching them as her lower half was stripped. She waited for him to come up to her mouth and kiss her, but instead he took hold of her ankles in his powerful hands and pushed her legs back and apart as his head dipped back down once again, this time a manic grin on his face.
    “Oh, god. Oh, yes!” For a second Karla’s accent slipped and she bit her lip, silencing herself as she felt his mouth come into contact with her. For a moment, he nibbled and nuzzled her gently, pushing his nose into the downy fur on her pubis, letting his tongue softly slide along her wet slit. Then, as he teased her clitoris, one of his hands moving from her ankle to where she was open and soaking for him, she groaned and clutched his hair, forcing his head down harder between her legs.
    He was good! Damn he was good! This was a man who knew how to eat pussy. There was none of that relentless jabbing with a tongue as though he was doing her a favour, forcing her to come as quickly as possible so that he didn’t have to endure a fish supper for too long. No, this man was a gourmet, dining on her, stroking her gently with finger tip and tongue before slipping into her, hungrily devouring her while he gripped onto her thigh with one hand. When she looked down, the glimpse of those shining, bright blue eyes staring back at her intently was enough to make her start to orgasm. She bucked and ground against his face, forcing her wet stickiness onto him, and he savoured every morsel of her.
    “Oh god!” she yelled, all pretence of being Danish forgotten in that moment. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh God! YES!” Her legs writhed and kicked before wrapping around his head, dragging him into her. His tongue was an evil thing, slithering around, his lips drinking her up, and when he eventually pulled back, wiping his mouth with a raw, rough motion, his eyes were glittering.
    “First course,” he said wickedly. “Now let’s really get started.”
    His hands moved slowly to his belt, unbuckling it and letting the clasp fall to one side as he unbuttoned his trousers. She saw the skin, smooth and clean-shaven like the rest of his buff body, his pubic bone and then a swelling of thick flesh. Down another button, and then another.
    “Jesus H. Christ,” she groaned, pulling herself upwards on the bed when at last he sprang free, hard and solid. “Look at the size of that thing!”
    He gave a lopsided, arrogant smile, and as she struggled to pull herself free of her sweater and bra, he kicked off his trousers and shoes before coming forward onto the bed. As he drew himself alongside her, she placed a small hand on his chest.
    “Wait,” she gasped. “I’ve got to taste that fucking thing.”
    He leaned back,