on the head of his cock with two fingers, and he groaned, teeth
clenched.
“You’re killing me, Poppy – oh God,” he
gasped as she ran his tongue along his cock, lapping up the sweet chocolate.
She sucked and licked it until she’d cleaned every last drop with her tongue,
and then she took the head of his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue across
it, and the salty taste of his precum mixed with the sweet chocolate.
His fingers tangled in her hair and
tightened, holding her head in place as he thrust deeper into her mouth. She
opened her mouth wider to accept him, and he slid into her throat and began
pumping hard.
His obvious hunger for her aroused her more
than anything she’d ever experienced before. Her nipples swelled with desire,
and she longed for his mouth on them, wanted to feel his strong hands sliding
over her skin…
“Oh God…yes…I’m going to come, baby…” And he
exploded in her mouth, a gush of sweet and salty come filling her up, and she
sucked hard, swallowing every drop, as he shuddered, hands clenching her
tightly.
Then he released her and she sat up, and he
cupped her face with his hands, his eyes glazed with desire. “My turn to give
the orders,” he rasped harshly. “Lie down. Now.”
With a soft moan of surrender she lay down on
the bed and he pushed the lacy hem of her negligee up, and his strong hands
slid between her thighs and spread them open wide, exposing her soft mound and
her neatly trimmed blond curls.
Then he reached for the jar of body butter,
dipped his fingers in, and with his free hand, spread open the dewy rose petals
of her sex, and smeared the body butter on them.
The feeling of his fingers on her labia was
ecstasy.
She grabbed his broad, strong shoulders,
fingers sinking in, as he ran his tongue along her lips and slowly lapped up
the body butter. He sucked at her, harder now, nipping gently, tongue sliding
between her lips and circling, and heat flushed through her entire body.
Then his hot, hungry mouth closed over the
swollen bud of her clitoris, and she wailed in desperate need as he sucked
hard. “Fingers,” she gasped. “Inside me. Oh, yes.”
He slid his two fingers inside her, stroking
the velvety wall of her vagina until he found that spot, the excruciatingly
pleasurable spot on the inner wall, and she cried out wordlessly as he stroked
it.
His tongue and fingers played her like a
master conductor, caressing, sucking, strumming her like a violin.
The heat rose in her until she thought she’d
burst into flames, and she squirmed under the sweet torment of his mouth and
hands until finally she exploded, sweet release shuddering through her body. He
kept suckling and probing her until the last waves of orgasm had washed over
her, and then he sat up, grinning devilishly and running his tongue over his
lips.
“Delicious,” he smiled. Then he quickly
stripped off his shirt, jeans, shoes and socks, and he was naked before her,
his muscular body so perfect it took her breath away.
“Rafe?” she said in a small voice, drinking
him in.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Why…why do you like me? Why not a skinny
woman?”
He smiled and ran his hand over her breast and
then cupped it, thumb running over her nipple. “I like your body because it’s
soft and warm and womanly, and I don’t like banging up against a bony skeleton.
I like your personality because you’re sweet and kind and loyal and smart and
funny.” He pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, and she
moaned.
“And I love having sex with you because
you’re so responsive, and I love how excited you get. I love knowing it’s all
for me. I love that I can make you come so hard.”
He slid on top of her, hard muscle against
her soft, warm, flesh, eyes shining, and he moved until his hard cock was
perfectly nestled in between her slick, wet lips.
Then he grabbed her hands and pinned them
above her head, and dipped his head into the curve of her neck, nipping
clenched.
“You’re killing me, Poppy – oh God,” he
gasped as she ran his tongue along his cock, lapping up the sweet chocolate.
She sucked and licked it until she’d cleaned every last drop with her tongue,
and then she took the head of his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue across
it, and the salty taste of his precum mixed with the sweet chocolate.
His fingers tangled in her hair and
tightened, holding her head in place as he thrust deeper into her mouth. She
opened her mouth wider to accept him, and he slid into her throat and began
pumping hard.
His obvious hunger for her aroused her more
than anything she’d ever experienced before. Her nipples swelled with desire,
and she longed for his mouth on them, wanted to feel his strong hands sliding
over her skin…
“Oh God…yes…I’m going to come, baby…” And he
exploded in her mouth, a gush of sweet and salty come filling her up, and she
sucked hard, swallowing every drop, as he shuddered, hands clenching her
tightly.
Then he released her and she sat up, and he
cupped her face with his hands, his eyes glazed with desire. “My turn to give
the orders,” he rasped harshly. “Lie down. Now.”
With a soft moan of surrender she lay down on
the bed and he pushed the lacy hem of her negligee up, and his strong hands
slid between her thighs and spread them open wide, exposing her soft mound and
her neatly trimmed blond curls.
Then he reached for the jar of body butter,
dipped his fingers in, and with his free hand, spread open the dewy rose petals
of her sex, and smeared the body butter on them.
The feeling of his fingers on her labia was
ecstasy.
She grabbed his broad, strong shoulders,
fingers sinking in, as he ran his tongue along her lips and slowly lapped up
the body butter. He sucked at her, harder now, nipping gently, tongue sliding
between her lips and circling, and heat flushed through her entire body.
Then his hot, hungry mouth closed over the
swollen bud of her clitoris, and she wailed in desperate need as he sucked
hard. “Fingers,” she gasped. “Inside me. Oh, yes.”
He slid his two fingers inside her, stroking
the velvety wall of her vagina until he found that spot, the excruciatingly
pleasurable spot on the inner wall, and she cried out wordlessly as he stroked
it.
His tongue and fingers played her like a
master conductor, caressing, sucking, strumming her like a violin.
The heat rose in her until she thought she’d
burst into flames, and she squirmed under the sweet torment of his mouth and
hands until finally she exploded, sweet release shuddering through her body. He
kept suckling and probing her until the last waves of orgasm had washed over
her, and then he sat up, grinning devilishly and running his tongue over his
lips.
“Delicious,” he smiled. Then he quickly
stripped off his shirt, jeans, shoes and socks, and he was naked before her,
his muscular body so perfect it took her breath away.
“Rafe?” she said in a small voice, drinking
him in.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Why…why do you like me? Why not a skinny
woman?”
He smiled and ran his hand over her breast and
then cupped it, thumb running over her nipple. “I like your body because it’s
soft and warm and womanly, and I don’t like banging up against a bony skeleton.
I like your personality because you’re sweet and kind and loyal and smart and
funny.” He pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, and she
moaned.
“And I love having sex with you because
you’re so responsive, and I love how excited you get. I love knowing it’s all
for me. I love that I can make you come so hard.”
He slid on top of her, hard muscle against
her soft, warm, flesh, eyes shining, and he moved until his hard cock was
perfectly nestled in between her slick, wet lips.
Then he grabbed her hands and pinned them
above her head, and dipped his head into the curve of her neck, nipping
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