hosts the reflection of a million stars and the big, full moon.
“It’s beautiful.”
Brent cups the back of my head and leans over me. The tip of his nose brushes mine, sending my body into high alert.
“Agreed.” His lips take mine in a soft, wet kiss. It’s innocent, sweet—confounding compared to the raw passion we’d shared earlier. His mouth trails down my jaw to my throat. Letting my head fall back against the seat, I tug my lower lip between my teeth to hold back a moan. The slide of his fingers along my ribs sends my heart into overdrive, and then his lips are coasting the rise of my breasts, the dip between them … lower. “Pull up your skirt.”
The rough command does something to me that I can’t explain. Without hesitation, I reach for the hem, lift my hips and shimmy the fabric up until my panties are exposed. Warmth from his palms meets the bared skin on my thighs as he pushes them open. Brent moves back on the seat and leans down to kiss my knee. I dig my fingers into his glossy, dark hair. It’s soft, and curls around my fingers as he drops kisses along my inner thigh.
I try to relax, but I’m wound up tight with the pulsing need for him to push into me.
Softly, he runs a finger down my panties as he nuzzles the upper crease of my thigh.
“You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I grip big handfuls of his hair, wishing that he would, right now. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away. Nipping at my flesh, he bites hard enough to make me gasp. Instinctively, I try to rub the spot with my hand, but he holds me tight.
Softly, he plants a kiss over the sting. Then another. One more, until the soothing heat of his lips takes away the pain and I’m drowning in need more fierce than before. Brent moves my panties to the side, his fingers running the seam of my pussy, lightly … so lightly.
I gasp and clench my lower lip between my teeth. Just as I look down, his head sinks between my thighs, the tip of his tongue tracing where his fingers had just been. He parts me slowly, seeking, gently caressing me with little flicks and strong strokes.
And then his hands are pushing my legs as far apart as they can go, my thighs alight with the sudden pain in my hips. His tongue rubs over my clit with fast, intent strokes, leaving me no time to prepare. The pleasure is sudden and intense, drowning the pain, and completely consumes me.
“So good,” he murmurs as his fingers dig into my thighs. I try and arch up to him, to meet his mouth and draw out the chaotic pleasure. But he holds me tight, restricting me to the seat. Whimpering, I toss my head back as he feasts on me.
Sounds rumble from his throat—animalistic sounds. A low growl, a quick hiss. I’m desperate to rock my hips in time with his strokes, but I can’t. Focusing on the restriction, I realize that the ecstasy is building fast. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly fall into an orgasm. Gripping his shoulders, I concentrate on the sensation. Until I look down and see him watching me. Our eyes catch and I can’t look away. It’s raw and erotic, and fuck I’m going to come fast.
And then he’s licking me fast and hard, slow and soft, alternating with flat swirls that flood me with feeling. He thrusts his fingers into me, pulling on my clit, soothing it and I fall. My orgasm rips over me, pulsing through me.
I cry out, holding onto him for some sort of grounding while I fly. The dark hunger on his face steals my breath. With easy grace, he pushes back from me while I’m still reeling, and sits properly in his seat, smoothing his tie with a wicked smile.
“We’re here.”
6
I right my skirt with shaking hands as the limo comes to a stop before a stunning brick Colonial-style home. The circular driveway is lined with lampposts and carefully manicured shrubbery. Even though it’s dark and I can’t see everything well, I get the impression of an English country estate.
A butler meets us at the
“It’s beautiful.”
Brent cups the back of my head and leans over me. The tip of his nose brushes mine, sending my body into high alert.
“Agreed.” His lips take mine in a soft, wet kiss. It’s innocent, sweet—confounding compared to the raw passion we’d shared earlier. His mouth trails down my jaw to my throat. Letting my head fall back against the seat, I tug my lower lip between my teeth to hold back a moan. The slide of his fingers along my ribs sends my heart into overdrive, and then his lips are coasting the rise of my breasts, the dip between them … lower. “Pull up your skirt.”
The rough command does something to me that I can’t explain. Without hesitation, I reach for the hem, lift my hips and shimmy the fabric up until my panties are exposed. Warmth from his palms meets the bared skin on my thighs as he pushes them open. Brent moves back on the seat and leans down to kiss my knee. I dig my fingers into his glossy, dark hair. It’s soft, and curls around my fingers as he drops kisses along my inner thigh.
I try to relax, but I’m wound up tight with the pulsing need for him to push into me.
Softly, he runs a finger down my panties as he nuzzles the upper crease of my thigh.
“You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I grip big handfuls of his hair, wishing that he would, right now. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away. Nipping at my flesh, he bites hard enough to make me gasp. Instinctively, I try to rub the spot with my hand, but he holds me tight.
Softly, he plants a kiss over the sting. Then another. One more, until the soothing heat of his lips takes away the pain and I’m drowning in need more fierce than before. Brent moves my panties to the side, his fingers running the seam of my pussy, lightly … so lightly.
I gasp and clench my lower lip between my teeth. Just as I look down, his head sinks between my thighs, the tip of his tongue tracing where his fingers had just been. He parts me slowly, seeking, gently caressing me with little flicks and strong strokes.
And then his hands are pushing my legs as far apart as they can go, my thighs alight with the sudden pain in my hips. His tongue rubs over my clit with fast, intent strokes, leaving me no time to prepare. The pleasure is sudden and intense, drowning the pain, and completely consumes me.
“So good,” he murmurs as his fingers dig into my thighs. I try and arch up to him, to meet his mouth and draw out the chaotic pleasure. But he holds me tight, restricting me to the seat. Whimpering, I toss my head back as he feasts on me.
Sounds rumble from his throat—animalistic sounds. A low growl, a quick hiss. I’m desperate to rock my hips in time with his strokes, but I can’t. Focusing on the restriction, I realize that the ecstasy is building fast. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly fall into an orgasm. Gripping his shoulders, I concentrate on the sensation. Until I look down and see him watching me. Our eyes catch and I can’t look away. It’s raw and erotic, and fuck I’m going to come fast.
And then he’s licking me fast and hard, slow and soft, alternating with flat swirls that flood me with feeling. He thrusts his fingers into me, pulling on my clit, soothing it and I fall. My orgasm rips over me, pulsing through me.
I cry out, holding onto him for some sort of grounding while I fly. The dark hunger on his face steals my breath. With easy grace, he pushes back from me while I’m still reeling, and sits properly in his seat, smoothing his tie with a wicked smile.
“We’re here.”
6
I right my skirt with shaking hands as the limo comes to a stop before a stunning brick Colonial-style home. The circular driveway is lined with lampposts and carefully manicured shrubbery. Even though it’s dark and I can’t see everything well, I get the impression of an English country estate.
A butler meets us at the
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