bottom lip, tilting her head backward to look him in the eye.
“Honesty, Erin. First and foremost…” He placed his palm in the dead center of her chest and pushed. Her back hit the mattress and she quickly struggled to her elbows. “Those scenes you’ve written? I’m thinking they’ve got to be all your fantasies. I’m prayin ’ that, after all these years, you’ll let me make them come true.”
He was on his knees and had her ass to the edge of the bed before she knew what happened. She didn’t have time to worry about him spreading her thighs wide, placing one heel on the wooden side rail and hooking her other leg over his arm.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to taste you but if we’re going to follow the earl’s lead…open your mouth.”
He rubbed his index finger along her bottom lip and Erin opened, sucking on his finger like some wanton porn star. He brushed it back and forth across her tongue and saliva pooled. She stroked him, licking his digit as she would his cock, swirling around it until he pulled his slicked finger free, his gaze never leaving her as he zeroed in with amazing precision on her opening. Slowly he slid into her tightness and she let her eyes drift shut at the gloriousness of being stretched.
“Holy shit,” he barely whispered. Then cleared his throat. “The earl seemed to be a manual master. Tell me if I don’t live up.”
He wiggled his finger and then began slowly advancing and retreating, never pulling fully out of her sheath. When he added another finger, her low, drawn-out moan filled the room.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He was working a magic that she’d never known and her eyes flew open when he probed a particularly receptive area. She looked at him and he simply smiled—a little cocky but completely endearing. He held her gaze, his fingers stoking a fire, the fullness blossoming in her lower body. She clutched at the comforter, not sure she wanted him to continue.
“Oh geez,” she groaned.
“ Oh geez?” He snorted. “Babe, I think we can do better than that.”
Fingers slowing, he lowered his head between her thighs and ran his tongue up one side of her pussy until he reached her clit. With featherlight strokes he focused on the little cap of skin covering her nub. Up and over, back and forth until the throbbing intensified and she shifted her hips in an attempt to have him press harder.
“Be still.” His hot breath brushed her pussy, then his mouth gently latched on to her clit. He feasted on her nub with light, tiny pulses that went on for what seemed like forever and had her pleading with him to please, please, please thrust his fingers faster. In answer he pulled her clit against his teeth, not releasing the suction, and her body tensed in anticipation.
She didn’t want to move, afraid that if she did, the deliciousness of the moment would be lost. She waited for his tongue to touch her but what she received was a hundred times better. His fingers finally resumed their motion, firmly stroking her inner wall as he increased the suction of his lips, never completely releasing her clit. It was maddening, the building of tension both inside and out. She shifted her leg upward on his arm to pull him closer but his body stayed just where it was, refusing her silent request.
“ Ooooh fuck,” she moaned, her thighs starting to shake.
The hand between her thighs picked up its pace, thrusting quicker. Harder. She’d have been worried about the aggression if the wild pulsing in her pussy hadn’t flamed to the point of near explosion. Her entire body began to quiver and she dropped back flat onto the bed, trying to mentally hold on to each mind-boggling sensation.
“Ready to come for me, Erin?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her lips suddenly dry.
He hooked her other leg over his biceps, moving his free hand low on her belly. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and pressed the heel of his hand into her flesh,
“Honesty, Erin. First and foremost…” He placed his palm in the dead center of her chest and pushed. Her back hit the mattress and she quickly struggled to her elbows. “Those scenes you’ve written? I’m thinking they’ve got to be all your fantasies. I’m prayin ’ that, after all these years, you’ll let me make them come true.”
He was on his knees and had her ass to the edge of the bed before she knew what happened. She didn’t have time to worry about him spreading her thighs wide, placing one heel on the wooden side rail and hooking her other leg over his arm.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to taste you but if we’re going to follow the earl’s lead…open your mouth.”
He rubbed his index finger along her bottom lip and Erin opened, sucking on his finger like some wanton porn star. He brushed it back and forth across her tongue and saliva pooled. She stroked him, licking his digit as she would his cock, swirling around it until he pulled his slicked finger free, his gaze never leaving her as he zeroed in with amazing precision on her opening. Slowly he slid into her tightness and she let her eyes drift shut at the gloriousness of being stretched.
“Holy shit,” he barely whispered. Then cleared his throat. “The earl seemed to be a manual master. Tell me if I don’t live up.”
He wiggled his finger and then began slowly advancing and retreating, never pulling fully out of her sheath. When he added another finger, her low, drawn-out moan filled the room.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He was working a magic that she’d never known and her eyes flew open when he probed a particularly receptive area. She looked at him and he simply smiled—a little cocky but completely endearing. He held her gaze, his fingers stoking a fire, the fullness blossoming in her lower body. She clutched at the comforter, not sure she wanted him to continue.
“Oh geez,” she groaned.
“ Oh geez?” He snorted. “Babe, I think we can do better than that.”
Fingers slowing, he lowered his head between her thighs and ran his tongue up one side of her pussy until he reached her clit. With featherlight strokes he focused on the little cap of skin covering her nub. Up and over, back and forth until the throbbing intensified and she shifted her hips in an attempt to have him press harder.
“Be still.” His hot breath brushed her pussy, then his mouth gently latched on to her clit. He feasted on her nub with light, tiny pulses that went on for what seemed like forever and had her pleading with him to please, please, please thrust his fingers faster. In answer he pulled her clit against his teeth, not releasing the suction, and her body tensed in anticipation.
She didn’t want to move, afraid that if she did, the deliciousness of the moment would be lost. She waited for his tongue to touch her but what she received was a hundred times better. His fingers finally resumed their motion, firmly stroking her inner wall as he increased the suction of his lips, never completely releasing her clit. It was maddening, the building of tension both inside and out. She shifted her leg upward on his arm to pull him closer but his body stayed just where it was, refusing her silent request.
“ Ooooh fuck,” she moaned, her thighs starting to shake.
The hand between her thighs picked up its pace, thrusting quicker. Harder. She’d have been worried about the aggression if the wild pulsing in her pussy hadn’t flamed to the point of near explosion. Her entire body began to quiver and she dropped back flat onto the bed, trying to mentally hold on to each mind-boggling sensation.
“Ready to come for me, Erin?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her lips suddenly dry.
He hooked her other leg over his biceps, moving his free hand low on her belly. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and pressed the heel of his hand into her flesh,
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