asked, looking at me with concern.
"How would I know, Peter? Not too many people have my number, and the people that do, would never call and hang up on me without saying anything." I wasn't sure where Peter was going with this, but everyone I knew had no reason to do this.
"I just thought it might have been one of your boyfriends you were seeing back in Paris," Peter said.
"Are you kidding me?" I said as I start to stand. "I haven't been with anyone, Peter. I think it's time that I left." Picking up my jacket, I slipped it on and grabbed my small purse.
"Wait, Lilly," I heard him say as I got to the door. "Don't leave."
Just as I turned my body to tell him where he could stick it, his lips were on mine. I couldn't resist the touch of his mouth over mine. My body began melting into his as his tongue parted my lips and began massaging mine. Our bodies were pressed together as I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him. With our lips still pressed together, Peter began walking us back into the living area while removing my jacket. My hands left his body trying to assist him anyway I could to get it off. The jacket fell to the floor with a thud, and once again, my arms found their way back around his shoulders. Peter's hands moved down my back resting on my cheeks. Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist as Peter lifted me from the floor.
Peter gently placed my body on the bed while leaning over me careful not to crush me. Both of us were frantically trying to get each other’s clothing off. Tugging at his t-shirt, I finally got it off his hard body. He began frantically removing my top. I could feel his heart beating as he dipped down and kissed me on the lips. The taste of wine on his tongue and the scent of musk on his skin had me wanting more. Lowering my hands, I tried desperately to undo his jeans. There was no room between us, so I rolled over, taking him with me. With my body straddling him, I broke our kiss and began undoing the button on his jeans, freeing him from the confines. He assisted me in pushing his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs, making his cock spring to full attention. I looked up at him and licked my lips before I placed small shallow kisses down his hard body. His moans of pleasure let me know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, if not more.
Taking hold of his shaft, I began caressing it with my hand like a well-played instrument. The smooth, soft skin glided through my fingers as a drop of pre-cum began to form at the tip. Lowering my head, I swirled my tongue over the head and lapped up his creamy essence. Stroking him with my hand, I took what I could of him in my mouth. His hips began moving with me as I tried to take more of him. I heard another moan escape his lips, letting me know that he was enjoying my assault on his penis.
"God, I love your mouth, baby," he groaned as his hips begin pumping harder, pushing his cock deeper inside my mouth.
Licking and sucking him, I could feel that he was close. I opened for him further, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat. I could feel him growing as his release began to fill his shaft. Without warning, he lifted me from his cock and gently placed me back on the bed. "I need to be inside you, baby," he said, his eyes focused on mine.
Peter quickly unfastened the button on my jeans and began lowering them down my legs. I could feel his breath on me as he placed his mouth at my cleft. I was going crazy with need. As I opened wider for him, he pulled at my lacy thong and ripped it away. My heart began to pound faster, anticipating his next move. When his mouth swirled around my clit, I just about lost it. I had been sex deprived for so long that even the slightest touch had me soaring. Peter slid his finger down my slick folds and entered me while his tongue was doing magic things to my clit. I could feel the pressure in my
"How would I know, Peter? Not too many people have my number, and the people that do, would never call and hang up on me without saying anything." I wasn't sure where Peter was going with this, but everyone I knew had no reason to do this.
"I just thought it might have been one of your boyfriends you were seeing back in Paris," Peter said.
"Are you kidding me?" I said as I start to stand. "I haven't been with anyone, Peter. I think it's time that I left." Picking up my jacket, I slipped it on and grabbed my small purse.
"Wait, Lilly," I heard him say as I got to the door. "Don't leave."
Just as I turned my body to tell him where he could stick it, his lips were on mine. I couldn't resist the touch of his mouth over mine. My body began melting into his as his tongue parted my lips and began massaging mine. Our bodies were pressed together as I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him. With our lips still pressed together, Peter began walking us back into the living area while removing my jacket. My hands left his body trying to assist him anyway I could to get it off. The jacket fell to the floor with a thud, and once again, my arms found their way back around his shoulders. Peter's hands moved down my back resting on my cheeks. Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist as Peter lifted me from the floor.
Peter gently placed my body on the bed while leaning over me careful not to crush me. Both of us were frantically trying to get each other’s clothing off. Tugging at his t-shirt, I finally got it off his hard body. He began frantically removing my top. I could feel his heart beating as he dipped down and kissed me on the lips. The taste of wine on his tongue and the scent of musk on his skin had me wanting more. Lowering my hands, I tried desperately to undo his jeans. There was no room between us, so I rolled over, taking him with me. With my body straddling him, I broke our kiss and began undoing the button on his jeans, freeing him from the confines. He assisted me in pushing his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs, making his cock spring to full attention. I looked up at him and licked my lips before I placed small shallow kisses down his hard body. His moans of pleasure let me know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, if not more.
Taking hold of his shaft, I began caressing it with my hand like a well-played instrument. The smooth, soft skin glided through my fingers as a drop of pre-cum began to form at the tip. Lowering my head, I swirled my tongue over the head and lapped up his creamy essence. Stroking him with my hand, I took what I could of him in my mouth. His hips began moving with me as I tried to take more of him. I heard another moan escape his lips, letting me know that he was enjoying my assault on his penis.
"God, I love your mouth, baby," he groaned as his hips begin pumping harder, pushing his cock deeper inside my mouth.
Licking and sucking him, I could feel that he was close. I opened for him further, allowing his cock to hit the back of my throat. I could feel him growing as his release began to fill his shaft. Without warning, he lifted me from his cock and gently placed me back on the bed. "I need to be inside you, baby," he said, his eyes focused on mine.
Peter quickly unfastened the button on my jeans and began lowering them down my legs. I could feel his breath on me as he placed his mouth at my cleft. I was going crazy with need. As I opened wider for him, he pulled at my lacy thong and ripped it away. My heart began to pound faster, anticipating his next move. When his mouth swirled around my clit, I just about lost it. I had been sex deprived for so long that even the slightest touch had me soaring. Peter slid his finger down my slick folds and entered me while his tongue was doing magic things to my clit. I could feel the pressure in my
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