Taking His Woman by Sam Crescent Page B

fingers testing the wetness
of her pussy. She was soaked. He couldn’t believe how turned on she was by
sucking his cock.
    So many women didn’t like going down on a man.
He flipped her onto her back underneath him, going to his knees before her. She
gasped, watching him travel down her body. Chris sucked each nipple into his
mouth. Her back arched as he nibbled on the tip of her breast. His teeth bit
down on the red nubs. She gripped the arm rest behind her, her knuckles white
with the firm grip.
    He pressed on her belly, running down to her
pussy. He slipped two fingers inside her. She was snug, and he worked her until
a third finger joined the two. Her juices coated his digits, wetting his palm.
    When her nipples were bright red points, he
kissed down to her belly button. Her stomach quivered beneath his touch, her
breathing growing heavier with every passing second. She was so responsive to
him and always had been. He loved her with all his heart and would spend the
rest of his life loving her. She was a woman who deserved to be loved.
    He pressed his tongue into her button before
going down to her mound. Her darker blonde curls surrounded her red puffy slit.
Her clit peeked out from its hood, looking swollen and juicy.
    Chris scented her musky arousal. He kept three
fingers inside her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
    She screamed, the sound filling the room and
his ears like the sweetest classical music of all time. He could listen to her
pleasurable noises for the rest of his life. Her cum pulsed around his fingers.
He pumped his digits inside her, wishing that it was his cock. However, he
wanted to look at her sweet pussy more than fuck her. So many wants and needs
could not be filled in one morning. He had the rest of his life to show her the
power of true passion and lust.
    Running down from her clit, he removed his
fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
    He fucked her cunt with his tongue, tasting all
of her cum as it slid into his mouth. She was addictive to him. Erica pushed
her hips up to meet him. Chris pulled away.
    “Look at me, Erica,” he said.
    She opened her eyes, which had shut some time
when he sucked her clit into his mouth.
    “I want you to watch me.” He placed a pillow
under her head for a better angle. She held onto the arm of the couch as he put
one of her legs along the back of the sofa and the other on the floor. She was
open, wet, and willing.
    Chris loved her body while she watched. He
sucked on her clit, fucked her cunt, and savoured every delicious moment.
    Her cries permeated the air, and her pelvis
thrust up to meet him for every touch. He prolonged her release for as long as
possible until he couldn’t hold it back any more. Pushing three fingers inside
her, he flicked her clit. Her pussy squeezed him, her hips rose, and he finally
catapulted her into her release.
    Afterwards he held her. Work was forgotten with
her in his lap. He kissed her head and held her shaking form. Chris hoped she’d
find the courage to tell him the truth about what she wanted.
     
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
    Erica couldn’t
tell him. She watched him for hours on end to try to find the right time to
tell him her desire. Every time she found a reason to hold back. Their painful
beginning was a factor. They’d spend so much of their relationship at loggerheads
that she didn’t want to cause any problems now. She read her books and tried to
forget about her rampant desires.
    The more
she put off telling him, the harder the love-making seemed to be. His passions
became more demanding. He would fuck her without saying a word, then treat her
with so much love he had her bursting into tears.
    She wanted
to open up to him so badly, but like always, she held back. When she wasn’t
working or thinking about her dilemma with Chris, she spent a great deal of
time with
Elizabeth
.
Trent
was
helping her to read and write. She knew her sister wouldn’t accept charity from
him, so she cleaned
Trent
’s
house,