Slammed by Kelly Jamieson

well-formed shape, she again daringly dipped her fingers lower, cupping his balls, brushing the head of his cock.
    And then, her mouth literally watering, she bent forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss at the base of his spine. She drew the kiss out, long and slow, brushing her tongue over his flesh. Licking him.
    She savored the salty male taste of him mingled with the oil, breathed in the scent of his skin. She kissed and licked her way lower, over the swell of his buttock, down to the crease where it met his thigh and drew her tongue over the soft skin there. His body trembled. She laid another trail of soft, pursed-lip kisses back up, and then right at the fleshiest part of him, she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into him, so gently.
    “Christ!”
    His muffled curse made her smile against his skin, and she did it again on the other side then licked over the spot. She nuzzled his flesh, nudged his thighs farther apart so she could touch her tongue to his balls. The skin there was so soft, his testicles drawn up tight against his body. He quivered.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, face buried in his arms. “I can’t stand this much longer. You’re making me insane.”
    “Should I stop?” She gave another nip with her teeth.
    He groaned.
    “I’ll take that as a no. God, Dylan.” Once more she drew back for the view, smoothing her palms over him. “You’re so beautiful.”
    “Nobody’s ever done this,” he said hoarsely.
    “Really? I can’t believe that. I could worship your fine ass for hours.”
    “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Because my fine dick is about to explode.”
    She gave a soft laugh and he rolled over. She was torturing herself as much as him, her insides all warm and achy. He reached for her and pulled her down on top of him, and they fit themselves together.
    “Oh babe,” he groaned, palming the back of her head to bring her down for a kiss. “You make me so fucking hot.”
    Their mouths met in a long, clinging bond. Their tongues slid against each other’s in an erotic caress.
    “Can’t wait,” he gasped a moment later. “You ready?”
    “Oh yeah. I am so ready.”
    He rolled her to her back and now moved over her, kneeing her thighs apart. He reached for a condom from the bedside table and quickly sheathed his enormous cock, the veins so distended she bit her lip. Then before he did anything else, he slipped his hand between them, into her folds, gently exploring. “Ah,” he said on a long exhalation. “So wet, baby. So good.”
    She gazed up at him, her heart warmed by his consideration, by how he’d made sure she was ready before he pushed inside her. She lifted her thighs wider and reached for him as he entered her, stretching her with a burning pressure. A small wail escaped her lips and he paused. “Okay?” His eyes met hers. His jaw was tight, his mouth firm, but his eyes held a warm question.
    She nodded. “Just a little sore…”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “No. Don’t be sorry.” Her fingers gripped his shoulders, pulling him to her. “Do it. I want you. God, I want you.”
    “Fuck, me too.” He eased into her, inch by inch, filling her with a delicious pressure and her eyes drifted closed, her head falling to one side. “All day, Brooke. I want to do this all day. You and me in this bed.”
    “Works…for…me.” She wrapped her legs around him as he moved inside her, now fully seated, their bodies pressed as close as they could be. “Got nothing…else…to…do.”
    He gave another huff of laughter, falling down over her to kiss her as he rocked his pelvis against her, his body bearing her down into the mattress, pressing on her clit, giving her the most exquisite abrasion that started tingles low down inside her. The tingles spread and intensified and swirled into an ever-bigger spiral of delight, rushing through her body, and she lifted into him, seeking more, more of that heaven until it became almost unbearable.
    Their bodies both damp and slick, she