delicate skin and tracery of veins on the underside.
She wasn’t afraid.
Last article of clothing was her bra, which he removed, bending to kiss each of her breasts, one at a time. She kissed the top of his head and soothed his temples with her fingertips.
“Come,” he said as he pulled back the coverlet. Large satin pillows fell to the floor. The cream sheets were cool as she sat, then slid under the covers. Soon he joined her and their bodies lay stretched out flesh to flesh, touching the full length as much as possible.
He moved on top of her and they kissed. His pushed a knee between her legs and she found herself straddling his thigh. She clutched him with her knees and felt him press against her sex. A dull ache made her gently slide up and down his thigh, pressing herself against him in an attempt to relieve it.
One of his fingers found its way up between her nether lips, rubbing her clitoris in circular motion, which made her jump. He rimmed her opening, massaging and spreading her folds. He slowly inserted his forefinger inside her and watched her arch up and roll her head back into the pillow.
He kissed her body from her belly button down to the beginning of her mound.
Raising his head up, he said, “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” she had no choice but to say, “yes, please.”
She raised her knees as his tongue found her nub, which he sucked. Then he slowly delved his tongue into her opening, alternately kissing and sucking her labia. Instantly she was wild with sensation and began to thrash from side to side as he stimulated her clit and feasted on her sex.
“Tell me if you want more, Devon,” he whispered as he came up for air.
She was rubbing the top of his head, massaging his temples.
“More,” she sighed.
He continued to lap her most sensitive region, patiently stopping to kiss and then alternating with a biting nip on the inside of her thighs.
Something was building deep inside her and suddenly she wanted him buried deep inside her. “Please. Please, Nick. Come here. Show me. Teach me.”
He stopped and wrestled with something in his pants, which turned out to be a foil packet. She sat up to watch him place the condom over his cock and smooth it down to its base. Her fingers moved over his tip and down one side of him. His rigid member was now engorged.
Nick crawled over her and pulled her body down the bed, pinning her hands above her head with one of his own. He angled his penis at her entrance, rubbing back and forth along her labia. On one pass, he pushed through inside her, slowly and insistently pressing into her core. She expected to feel some pain but there was none.
He was moving in and out of her slowly, skillfully alternating between rubbing up and down against her sensitized flesh, pushing slowly into her and pulling back out.
He put his arms under her back and pulled her down on him by the shoulders, and that’s when she felt the pain of him thrusting deep inside her. Her little moan brought kisses to her neck and breasts. He pulled back and went deeper still, and again she whimpered involuntarily. His rhythm was slow and deliberate. Each stroke filled her and then left her vacant, wanting more.
At one deep thrust, she felt another sharp pain.
“You okay?” he said as he stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
Nick chuckled. “Who knew the ice queen could be so insatiable? I love being inside you, Devon.”
“I don’t feel like an ice queen. I feel like your woman.”
He hesitated for a second. Devon wondered if she’d said the wrong thing.
“You are.”
He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pumped in a gentle motion until she thought she’d explode, he was so deep. Every stroke made her see stars. Suddenly in a burst of spasms, she felt like she’d been turned inside out. Every part of her sex was tingling and inside her muscles clamped down on him. She was sure it was an orgasm.
Nick’s control left him and he began to spasm in concert with
She wasn’t afraid.
Last article of clothing was her bra, which he removed, bending to kiss each of her breasts, one at a time. She kissed the top of his head and soothed his temples with her fingertips.
“Come,” he said as he pulled back the coverlet. Large satin pillows fell to the floor. The cream sheets were cool as she sat, then slid under the covers. Soon he joined her and their bodies lay stretched out flesh to flesh, touching the full length as much as possible.
He moved on top of her and they kissed. His pushed a knee between her legs and she found herself straddling his thigh. She clutched him with her knees and felt him press against her sex. A dull ache made her gently slide up and down his thigh, pressing herself against him in an attempt to relieve it.
One of his fingers found its way up between her nether lips, rubbing her clitoris in circular motion, which made her jump. He rimmed her opening, massaging and spreading her folds. He slowly inserted his forefinger inside her and watched her arch up and roll her head back into the pillow.
He kissed her body from her belly button down to the beginning of her mound.
Raising his head up, he said, “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” she had no choice but to say, “yes, please.”
She raised her knees as his tongue found her nub, which he sucked. Then he slowly delved his tongue into her opening, alternately kissing and sucking her labia. Instantly she was wild with sensation and began to thrash from side to side as he stimulated her clit and feasted on her sex.
“Tell me if you want more, Devon,” he whispered as he came up for air.
She was rubbing the top of his head, massaging his temples.
“More,” she sighed.
He continued to lap her most sensitive region, patiently stopping to kiss and then alternating with a biting nip on the inside of her thighs.
Something was building deep inside her and suddenly she wanted him buried deep inside her. “Please. Please, Nick. Come here. Show me. Teach me.”
He stopped and wrestled with something in his pants, which turned out to be a foil packet. She sat up to watch him place the condom over his cock and smooth it down to its base. Her fingers moved over his tip and down one side of him. His rigid member was now engorged.
Nick crawled over her and pulled her body down the bed, pinning her hands above her head with one of his own. He angled his penis at her entrance, rubbing back and forth along her labia. On one pass, he pushed through inside her, slowly and insistently pressing into her core. She expected to feel some pain but there was none.
He was moving in and out of her slowly, skillfully alternating between rubbing up and down against her sensitized flesh, pushing slowly into her and pulling back out.
He put his arms under her back and pulled her down on him by the shoulders, and that’s when she felt the pain of him thrusting deep inside her. Her little moan brought kisses to her neck and breasts. He pulled back and went deeper still, and again she whimpered involuntarily. His rhythm was slow and deliberate. Each stroke filled her and then left her vacant, wanting more.
At one deep thrust, she felt another sharp pain.
“You okay?” he said as he stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
Nick chuckled. “Who knew the ice queen could be so insatiable? I love being inside you, Devon.”
“I don’t feel like an ice queen. I feel like your woman.”
He hesitated for a second. Devon wondered if she’d said the wrong thing.
“You are.”
He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pumped in a gentle motion until she thought she’d explode, he was so deep. Every stroke made her see stars. Suddenly in a burst of spasms, she felt like she’d been turned inside out. Every part of her sex was tingling and inside her muscles clamped down on him. She was sure it was an orgasm.
Nick’s control left him and he began to spasm in concert with
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