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Authors: Arlanna Sterling
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stepped out
of his pants he was naked.
I pulled in a breath and just looked at
him. He worked out, I could tell that from when he had clothes on. Now I got to
view his well-toned chest muscles, slim waist, and long, muscular legs. And
hard cock. Oh Lord. Before I could stop myself, I knelt and took it into my
mouth.
Too fast. I had moved too fast.
An instant of worry stopped me, but then
his hands fisted into my hair and he groaned.
"Oh hell, that's good. More."
Gladly. I inhaled his scent, that
intoxicating spicy aroma I loved, now mixed with sweat and male musk. My pussy
throbbed in response, surprising me with the force of my need. I slid my lips
up and down his shaft, taking time at the end to flick my tongue over the head,
then to tug with my lips. Was I too rough? I wanted to taste him, all of him. Judging
by his ragged breathing, I was doing fine.
"Shit, stop." He pulled my head
away. "I don't want to come yet. Stand up."
I did, and he grabbed my shirt and ripped
it off.
"Nathan!" But I smiled. Looking
into his eyes gone black with lust, I wanted him to tear my clothes off,
to totally lose control.
"I'll buy you another one. Lie down,
on the bed. Damn, I want you."
I was barely flat on the mattress and he
was on top of me, kneeling between my legs. I reached over to dim the bedside
lamp but he grabbed my hand.
"No, leave it on. I want to look at
you."
"Please, I want it off. I'm shy, about
my body."
"You shouldn't be. It's beautiful."
But he released my hand and let me turn
the switch. Now, we were engulfed in the glow of the flickering candles. I
stole a glance at our shadows on the wall. We looked like statues, molded
together as one.
He put his hands on either side of my
shoulders, then lowered his head to my breasts. Taking my nipple into his mouth
he sucked, pulled, and lightly scraped it with his teeth, driving me
out-of-my-mind crazy. While his mouth stayed busy on one breast, his hand
fondled the other, squeezing and rolling my hardened peak.
Finally, just as I was about to beg him to
touch me where I desperately needed it, he reached a hand between my thighs and
stroked one finger up my lips, coming to rest on my clit. I squirmed, willing
him to continue, yearning for release.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
I'd had them closed, I realized, so I did
as he asked. Lord, I could get lost in his eyes. Dark pools of onyx, shining
with desire.
"I want to make you come, I want to watch
it. Keep looking at me."
I always shut my eyes when I climaxed. No
one had ever asked to see me, in this most private moment. It felt so strange,
so intimate. But I'd try. For Nathan, I'd try.
As he moved his finger on my clit, gently,
then with more pressure, I squirmed beneath him. When he slid two fingers into
my channel, I thrust my hips, silently begging for more. I wanted to feel him,
his cock, inside me. But he wanted me to come first and damned if I wasn't
going to. As his fingers thrust and his thumb stroked my clit, the first waves
of orgasm built and the next moment I went over the edge, crying out my
release.
He kept his hand in place but eased off,
now stroking and sliding, slow and easy. I was wet, dripping. Oh shit. I sat
up.
"Condoms."
"Got it covered. Just a minute."
He bent and kissed my mouth lightly, then
moved his lips down my throat, to nip at my hardened tips again, down my belly
to my pussy. He flicked my clit once with his tongue, making me jump, and him
laugh, low in his throat.
"Stay there."
Like I'd move, even if I could talk my
legs into walking. He grabbed his pants and pulled out several foil wrappers
and put them on the table. Did his hands shake as he opened one? I spread my
legs and pulled my knees up, not at all embarrassed to expose myself to him,
like I usually was with a man.
As he knelt between my thighs again, my
breath hitched in my throat. Damn, I could look at him there forever. I did a
quick postcard picture, then lost all ability to think as he slid his
of his pants he was naked.
I pulled in a breath and just looked at
him. He worked out, I could tell that from when he had clothes on. Now I got to
view his well-toned chest muscles, slim waist, and long, muscular legs. And
hard cock. Oh Lord. Before I could stop myself, I knelt and took it into my
mouth.
Too fast. I had moved too fast.
An instant of worry stopped me, but then
his hands fisted into my hair and he groaned.
"Oh hell, that's good. More."
Gladly. I inhaled his scent, that
intoxicating spicy aroma I loved, now mixed with sweat and male musk. My pussy
throbbed in response, surprising me with the force of my need. I slid my lips
up and down his shaft, taking time at the end to flick my tongue over the head,
then to tug with my lips. Was I too rough? I wanted to taste him, all of him. Judging
by his ragged breathing, I was doing fine.
"Shit, stop." He pulled my head
away. "I don't want to come yet. Stand up."
I did, and he grabbed my shirt and ripped
it off.
"Nathan!" But I smiled. Looking
into his eyes gone black with lust, I wanted him to tear my clothes off,
to totally lose control.
"I'll buy you another one. Lie down,
on the bed. Damn, I want you."
I was barely flat on the mattress and he
was on top of me, kneeling between my legs. I reached over to dim the bedside
lamp but he grabbed my hand.
"No, leave it on. I want to look at
you."
"Please, I want it off. I'm shy, about
my body."
"You shouldn't be. It's beautiful."
But he released my hand and let me turn
the switch. Now, we were engulfed in the glow of the flickering candles. I
stole a glance at our shadows on the wall. We looked like statues, molded
together as one.
He put his hands on either side of my
shoulders, then lowered his head to my breasts. Taking my nipple into his mouth
he sucked, pulled, and lightly scraped it with his teeth, driving me
out-of-my-mind crazy. While his mouth stayed busy on one breast, his hand
fondled the other, squeezing and rolling my hardened peak.
Finally, just as I was about to beg him to
touch me where I desperately needed it, he reached a hand between my thighs and
stroked one finger up my lips, coming to rest on my clit. I squirmed, willing
him to continue, yearning for release.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
I'd had them closed, I realized, so I did
as he asked. Lord, I could get lost in his eyes. Dark pools of onyx, shining
with desire.
"I want to make you come, I want to watch
it. Keep looking at me."
I always shut my eyes when I climaxed. No
one had ever asked to see me, in this most private moment. It felt so strange,
so intimate. But I'd try. For Nathan, I'd try.
As he moved his finger on my clit, gently,
then with more pressure, I squirmed beneath him. When he slid two fingers into
my channel, I thrust my hips, silently begging for more. I wanted to feel him,
his cock, inside me. But he wanted me to come first and damned if I wasn't
going to. As his fingers thrust and his thumb stroked my clit, the first waves
of orgasm built and the next moment I went over the edge, crying out my
release.
He kept his hand in place but eased off,
now stroking and sliding, slow and easy. I was wet, dripping. Oh shit. I sat
up.
"Condoms."
"Got it covered. Just a minute."
He bent and kissed my mouth lightly, then
moved his lips down my throat, to nip at my hardened tips again, down my belly
to my pussy. He flicked my clit once with his tongue, making me jump, and him
laugh, low in his throat.
"Stay there."
Like I'd move, even if I could talk my
legs into walking. He grabbed his pants and pulled out several foil wrappers
and put them on the table. Did his hands shake as he opened one? I spread my
legs and pulled my knees up, not at all embarrassed to expose myself to him,
like I usually was with a man.
As he knelt between my thighs again, my
breath hitched in my throat. Damn, I could look at him there forever. I did a
quick postcard picture, then lost all ability to think as he slid his
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