amazing.
As he moved the blade down her short, dark-green tank top, which contrasted with her skin and the shade of her lips beautifully, while bringing out the rich green color of her eyes, he made sure not to cut her bra. He was not going to rush this. He was going to savor it.
When the top opened, exposing her tight sports bra that kept her large breasts tamed, he cut the straps of her top at her shoulders, removing the piece of material with one swift pull.
“Hurry up!”
“What’s the rush? We’ve got all night.”
She just groaned, causing him to smile.
“I can’t be thorough if I rush.” He cupped her moist cunt and moved his finger suggestively. “You want me to be thorough, don’t you?” She watched with fascination as he moved his hand from her pussy to his nose, inhaled deeply, and groaned.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head, unable to form words. He wanted more. He wanted her to lose all ability to think.
He cut her bra in the same way he did her top. By teasing her, he was torturing himself, too. He threw the knife to the side of the bed and removed his T-shirt, so when he leaned down to kiss her, they were chest to chest, skin to skin.
“Do your arms hurt?” he asked against her mouth.
She shook her head.
He smiled and licked her lips before moving down her body, kissing and licking his way toward his target, her recently freed breast.
“Your tits are beautiful. One day, I’m going to slide my cock between these beautiful things”—he palmed and squeezed her breast—“and fuck them until my come covers your face.”
She writhed beneath him and licked her lips as if she could already taste his seed.
“I see you like the idea, too,” he said with a cocky grin.
She nodded and made her breasts jiggle, making him laugh. “Not tonight. Tonight, I want to hear you scream my name while my cock is inside you.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“So, there are a few things I know about you so far, C. You like dirty talk. For example, you writhe when I say things like, ‘I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy.’” As if on cue, she did just as he had said.
“You moan when I lick your lips.” He did exactly what he described just to prove his point.
“How you gasp when I bite and suck on your earlobe.” Once again, he made his point through his actions. “And how you scream my name when you come.”
She was getting more aroused with every word he spoke and every touch he gave her. The smell of her wet cunt was getting stronger. It was like a drug.
“I want to learn what else I can make you do.”
He massaged, squeezed, and slapped each full breast with his hand before focusing on her gorgeous, peach-colored, small nipples. Starting with slow, light touches, circling the areola, he slowly moved from caressing to pinching and twisting each bud. He moved on to suck, lick, and tease the tips of her nipples with his tongue and teeth. She loved it all. She apparently had very sensitive breasts, but she seemed to prefer his rougher touches.
He surprised her by bringing her left nipple into his mouth and sucking hard and deep. He used his tongue to circle and tease the tips.
She stared at his actions until she moaned and sucked her lips into her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.
She went wild beneath him, writhing in earnest, panting and gasping for breath. She was so responsive. He was thrilled to be the one to make her lose control like this.
He was losing his grip on control, and he rushed to undo her trousers. He inched his way down her body, regretting having to release her delicious breast. He heard her grumble a complaint, but he had a new goal and task he was eager to start.
He crawled off the bottom of the bed, pulling her jeans down her model-length legs as he went. Her shoes and socks went first before he pulled her jeans off her ankles in a rush.
The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on was there before him, flushed with arousal, with need swimming
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