Just One Night by Caridad Piñeiro Page B

said and lifted his hips, pushing against her hands.
    She didn't refuse,
bending and shimmying back along his legs so she could lick all around the
sensitive head of his cock and to his F spot underneath.   He groaned and jerked his hips upward, but
she took her time with him, exploring every inch.   Licking and sucking at him while she
continued to caress his shaft with one hand and dropped the other to his tight
perfect balls.
    His guttural cries
spurred her on as did the touch of his hands on her breasts, kneading and
teasing the tips.
    She took him in deeper,
filling her mouth with him and he pushed up with his hips and cradled her head
in his hands, his back arching.   The
first taste of him coming against her tongue was salty.   She shifted and licked it away from the head
of his cock before opening her throat and taking him in even deeper.
    His body shook beneath
her and he let out a long, rough growl of pleasure.
    “Fuck, Nickie .   I can’t hold
on, babe.   I need you,” he said, slipped
his hands beneath her arms and urged her up.
    “Ride me, Nickie .   Make me
come,” he said, a low needy rumble threaded through his words, much like her
fantasy Jase , but this was no dream.
    He was here and he was
hers.
    She straddled him and
reached down to guide him to her center.   The dampness there wet his dick as she positioned him at her core and
then drove down urgently, needing him inside as much as he wanted to be there.
    With a rough inhalation,
she savored the fullness of him and ground down onto him, rocking from side to
side as if to work him even deeper.
    He gripped her hips
hard.   So hard she knew there would be
bruises there later, but she'd welcome those marks.   Use them to remember this night until they
faded from sight, but the memories of this time together would never fade.
    She rocked her hips,
taking him in and out, her pace slow and steady at first, but growing ever
wilder and more frantic as they both reached for their release.   He met each of her thrusts with his own,
rising up to deepen his penetration.   Guiding
her with those hard hands, his gaze locked on her face.   All traces of boyishness gone from his
features as he strove for his pleasure and hers.
    The night was soon
filled with the sounds of their lovemaking.   Their rough sighs and murmured cries of desire.   The slap of her body against his as she rode
him and his gaze dipped from her face to her breasts.
    She remembered his words
about how he wanted to watch her tits move as she rode him and her pussy
clenched around him with that thought.
    “ Christ,
that feels amazing, Nickie .   You look amazing, riding me,” he said, the
tones of his voice low and husky.
    He rose up then and
sucked her nipples.   He teased the tips
with his mouth and teeth until it was no longer possible to hold back her
release.
    It came like fireworks
on a Fourth of July night, bright, loud, and surprising.   Exploding across them with
an intense burst of pleasure followed by tinier flares all across their bodies.   By the time the last little embers died away,
they were both still breathing heavily, as if they'd run for miles.
    Nickie stretched out
across him, careful not to break the union with him.   Wanting to stay joined as long as she could
as she nestled against his chest.   He was
damp with sweat and so was she, but she knew just how to remedy that
situation.   But not
until a little later.
    She wanted to savor this
moment for as long as she could.
    He wrapped his arms
around her waist and said, “I don't ever want to move from here.”
    From you , she knew he
meant, but he had to go and sooner than either of them might want.   Ignoring that troubling reality, she leaned
her elbow on his chest and smiled.   “If
we stay here, you won't get to find out what else I had in mind for tonight,”
she teased.
    * * *
    Jase offered her a
crooked grin, liking this new assertive Nickie , and
tapped the tip of her nose playfully.