appreciation in his eyes. He enjoyed looking at her.
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he leaned over her and licked one of her nipples. She jumped at the sensations that shot through her. She wondered if it was more intense, more real, since he was the first man to ever touch her this way. When she didn’t protest, he took her nipple into his hot mouth to suck and lick. Just like the dream, she thought, but so much better.
He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Aislinn moved restlessly on the bed, unable to stop herself from running her hands up and down his arms. But his mouth was so good, so hot, until he left her breasts and began to move down her stomach. She tried to push his head back up, but he resisted.
“No, Irish, let me, and I promise to make you feel so good.”
Aislinn gripped the bed sheets and allowed him to do what he wanted. Everything, so far, had been so much more than she could do for herself. She wanted it all.
Charon was intoxicated by Aislinn’s scent, her taste. No other woman had ever affected him like this. When he was with a woman, he certainly made sure she had pleasure, but he always got off, too. This time, he couldn’t care less about himself. He wanted Aislinn to weep and beg for him. He wanted her to score him with her nails and bite his skin.
He dragged his tongue down her stomach while he pushed her legs apart. He’d wanted to linger over her, but he couldn’t wait. He eased down to lay between her legs. The lips of her pussy were puffy and wet, and his mouth watered. Leaning in, he placed a kiss against her heated flesh, and she jumped. Smiling, he eased his tongue against her and moaned at her flavor. She was rich and ripe and his, all his.
Aislinn clutched at his hair and pressed herself harder against his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth and lips, forcing her over into the first orgasm. But it wasn’t enough as he worked his tongue into her passage. He heard her sob out his name, and it was music to him. This was just the way he wanted her.
Aislinn was sure she had gone blind. Nothing, nothing, had prepared her for the pleasure Charon gave her. She realized that what she’d given herself couldn’t even be considered in the same category of orgasm as this man was giving her. Did they rate orgasms like tornadoes? If so, what she was having was a constant stream of F-5 level.
Sweat ran down her body as she twisted and thrashed. His mouth was like a hot brand that she equally tried to escape from and push harder against. As she was thrust into the next orgasm, she screamed out his name.
“That’s right, Irish, scream for me.” Charon growled against her. “Your pussy is so sweet. I could feast on your forever. Do you want me to stop?”
Yes , she thought, please stop . Everything he did to her was so intense she didn’t think she could take much more. But instead she heard herself say, “No, please, don’t stop. I need, I want.”
“I’m going to give it all to you,” he said. “Open your eyes, Aislinn, watch me.”
She forced her eyes open, and he lay between her spread legs. His face was wet, and she knew it was her essence that covered him. Holding her gaze, he eased his tongue out and touched her clit. She gasped and pulled her legs farther apart. He did it again, and this time, she also felt something large enter her body. His finger appeared wet with her, and he sucked it into his mouth.
“I can’t get enough of your taste. Do you like my finger inside of you? Do you want two?”
She nodded, and she felt herself spread as he eased two fingers inside of her. His hands were so much larger than hers so his knuckles bumped and scraped against the walls of her vagina. Her head dropped back as his mouth once again sucked at her clit. An orgasm of epic proportions shot through her and she grasped his hair to give her an anchor.
* * * *
Styx approached Kenshin and Talon as they walked in the front door. He’d picked up
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he leaned over her and licked one of her nipples. She jumped at the sensations that shot through her. She wondered if it was more intense, more real, since he was the first man to ever touch her this way. When she didn’t protest, he took her nipple into his hot mouth to suck and lick. Just like the dream, she thought, but so much better.
He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Aislinn moved restlessly on the bed, unable to stop herself from running her hands up and down his arms. But his mouth was so good, so hot, until he left her breasts and began to move down her stomach. She tried to push his head back up, but he resisted.
“No, Irish, let me, and I promise to make you feel so good.”
Aislinn gripped the bed sheets and allowed him to do what he wanted. Everything, so far, had been so much more than she could do for herself. She wanted it all.
Charon was intoxicated by Aislinn’s scent, her taste. No other woman had ever affected him like this. When he was with a woman, he certainly made sure she had pleasure, but he always got off, too. This time, he couldn’t care less about himself. He wanted Aislinn to weep and beg for him. He wanted her to score him with her nails and bite his skin.
He dragged his tongue down her stomach while he pushed her legs apart. He’d wanted to linger over her, but he couldn’t wait. He eased down to lay between her legs. The lips of her pussy were puffy and wet, and his mouth watered. Leaning in, he placed a kiss against her heated flesh, and she jumped. Smiling, he eased his tongue against her and moaned at her flavor. She was rich and ripe and his, all his.
Aislinn clutched at his hair and pressed herself harder against his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth and lips, forcing her over into the first orgasm. But it wasn’t enough as he worked his tongue into her passage. He heard her sob out his name, and it was music to him. This was just the way he wanted her.
Aislinn was sure she had gone blind. Nothing, nothing, had prepared her for the pleasure Charon gave her. She realized that what she’d given herself couldn’t even be considered in the same category of orgasm as this man was giving her. Did they rate orgasms like tornadoes? If so, what she was having was a constant stream of F-5 level.
Sweat ran down her body as she twisted and thrashed. His mouth was like a hot brand that she equally tried to escape from and push harder against. As she was thrust into the next orgasm, she screamed out his name.
“That’s right, Irish, scream for me.” Charon growled against her. “Your pussy is so sweet. I could feast on your forever. Do you want me to stop?”
Yes , she thought, please stop . Everything he did to her was so intense she didn’t think she could take much more. But instead she heard herself say, “No, please, don’t stop. I need, I want.”
“I’m going to give it all to you,” he said. “Open your eyes, Aislinn, watch me.”
She forced her eyes open, and he lay between her spread legs. His face was wet, and she knew it was her essence that covered him. Holding her gaze, he eased his tongue out and touched her clit. She gasped and pulled her legs farther apart. He did it again, and this time, she also felt something large enter her body. His finger appeared wet with her, and he sucked it into his mouth.
“I can’t get enough of your taste. Do you like my finger inside of you? Do you want two?”
She nodded, and she felt herself spread as he eased two fingers inside of her. His hands were so much larger than hers so his knuckles bumped and scraped against the walls of her vagina. Her head dropped back as his mouth once again sucked at her clit. An orgasm of epic proportions shot through her and she grasped his hair to give her an anchor.
* * * *
Styx approached Kenshin and Talon as they walked in the front door. He’d picked up
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