jerked as she
followed that request with action and wrapped her little hand round his thick girth.
Their fingers met, and he groaned and clamped his hand around her wrist.
"Don't!" She jumped at his
growl, but didn't remove her fingers. Instead she touched his balls with her
other hand, testing their weight in her palm.
"Why?" she asked. "Am I
not doing this right? Don't you like it?"
She froze in her actions and looked so
worried he drew her up for a kiss. She moaned into the kiss and opened to his
questing tongue without hesitation, wrapping her tongue around his, whilst her
hand continued its sweet torture on his cock.
He broke the kiss, panting as heavily
as she was, and rested his forehead against hers.
"It's not that I don't like it,
my sweet Alice. I like it too much, and I want to come inside you the first
time."
She went very still at his heated
whisper, and this time when he moved her hand she let go. He ground his teeth
against the loss of her hot little hand on his aroused flesh, and willed his
body back under control. It wouldn't take much more for him to lose control.
Already his balls were growing tight, and he could feel his release building at
the back of his spine.
He let her go and put some distance
between them.
"Strip for me, baby. Let me see
that beautiful body."
She colored but did as he asked. He
had to shut his eyes when her breasts fell free out of their lacy confines. They
were perfect little handfuls, and he ached to taste them, to draw the tight
little buds of her rosy nipples into his mouth and take her to the brink of
ecstasy again, but he didn't dare touch her. He was too close to the edge as it
was.
"So beautiful." The words
were husky and filled with his need for this woman, his wife. His sweet little
Alice—all his for the taking. "And the rest, don't stop now."
She didn't meet his gaze when she
shimmied out of her jeans, and he suppressed a grin when she sniffed them.
"Believe me now, my sweet?"
She grinned sheepishly and taking a
deep breath drew her sodden thong down her long, shapely legs. Lakota swore in
his mother tongue, and Alice froze.
Before she could question him he had
her pinned underneath him, his thigh urging her legs apart, his thick cock head
sliding along her slit.
She whimpered when he withdrew with
another muttered curse and rolled off her to reach across to the night stand
and the box of condoms he kept there. She drew him back by his shoulders.
"You won't need them. I'm on the
pill, and I'm clean, obviously. I mean I…" Her voice faltered when he
bestowed his full attention on her, and she turned the most delightful deep
shade of crimson.
"Of course if you want to use
them that's fine, too. It's just that I heard it's better without, and I've
been on the pill for years to regulate my monthlies, you see, and…" She
bit her lip and stopped babbling, fixing her gaze determinedly on a spot over
his shoulder.
"Alice, you'll be the fucking
death of me, you know that." He ground the words out through clenched
teeth and nudged her chin up with one trembling hand.
"Thank you for that little
speech. I'm clean, also. I always use protection, so you don't need to worry
over that, so if you're sure…?"
"I am, and thank you, too, for
saying that. I trust you."
That small admission settled
perilously close to his heart, and he drew her close. He put all of his
nameless emotions into the kiss that left them both gasping for breath. She
rubbed her breasts against his chest, the hard little bullet points of her
nipples leaving a jolt of electricity in their wake. He abandoned her mouth and
kissed a path down the soft skin of her neck. She moaned and pushed her hips
up, when he ran his tongue along her thundering pulse point. His cock twitched
against her thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and he groaned at the
exquisite sensation.
"I want to fuck you so much,
little Alice."
She twisted underneath him in answer,
and opened her thighs wider, granting his
followed that request with action and wrapped her little hand round his thick girth.
Their fingers met, and he groaned and clamped his hand around her wrist.
"Don't!" She jumped at his
growl, but didn't remove her fingers. Instead she touched his balls with her
other hand, testing their weight in her palm.
"Why?" she asked. "Am I
not doing this right? Don't you like it?"
She froze in her actions and looked so
worried he drew her up for a kiss. She moaned into the kiss and opened to his
questing tongue without hesitation, wrapping her tongue around his, whilst her
hand continued its sweet torture on his cock.
He broke the kiss, panting as heavily
as she was, and rested his forehead against hers.
"It's not that I don't like it,
my sweet Alice. I like it too much, and I want to come inside you the first
time."
She went very still at his heated
whisper, and this time when he moved her hand she let go. He ground his teeth
against the loss of her hot little hand on his aroused flesh, and willed his
body back under control. It wouldn't take much more for him to lose control.
Already his balls were growing tight, and he could feel his release building at
the back of his spine.
He let her go and put some distance
between them.
"Strip for me, baby. Let me see
that beautiful body."
She colored but did as he asked. He
had to shut his eyes when her breasts fell free out of their lacy confines. They
were perfect little handfuls, and he ached to taste them, to draw the tight
little buds of her rosy nipples into his mouth and take her to the brink of
ecstasy again, but he didn't dare touch her. He was too close to the edge as it
was.
"So beautiful." The words
were husky and filled with his need for this woman, his wife. His sweet little
Alice—all his for the taking. "And the rest, don't stop now."
She didn't meet his gaze when she
shimmied out of her jeans, and he suppressed a grin when she sniffed them.
"Believe me now, my sweet?"
She grinned sheepishly and taking a
deep breath drew her sodden thong down her long, shapely legs. Lakota swore in
his mother tongue, and Alice froze.
Before she could question him he had
her pinned underneath him, his thigh urging her legs apart, his thick cock head
sliding along her slit.
She whimpered when he withdrew with
another muttered curse and rolled off her to reach across to the night stand
and the box of condoms he kept there. She drew him back by his shoulders.
"You won't need them. I'm on the
pill, and I'm clean, obviously. I mean I…" Her voice faltered when he
bestowed his full attention on her, and she turned the most delightful deep
shade of crimson.
"Of course if you want to use
them that's fine, too. It's just that I heard it's better without, and I've
been on the pill for years to regulate my monthlies, you see, and…" She
bit her lip and stopped babbling, fixing her gaze determinedly on a spot over
his shoulder.
"Alice, you'll be the fucking
death of me, you know that." He ground the words out through clenched
teeth and nudged her chin up with one trembling hand.
"Thank you for that little
speech. I'm clean, also. I always use protection, so you don't need to worry
over that, so if you're sure…?"
"I am, and thank you, too, for
saying that. I trust you."
That small admission settled
perilously close to his heart, and he drew her close. He put all of his
nameless emotions into the kiss that left them both gasping for breath. She
rubbed her breasts against his chest, the hard little bullet points of her
nipples leaving a jolt of electricity in their wake. He abandoned her mouth and
kissed a path down the soft skin of her neck. She moaned and pushed her hips
up, when he ran his tongue along her thundering pulse point. His cock twitched
against her thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and he groaned at the
exquisite sensation.
"I want to fuck you so much,
little Alice."
She twisted underneath him in answer,
and opened her thighs wider, granting his
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