into him, silently urging him to suck harder, pull her deeper into his mouth. He obliged, biting down gently and tugging with his teeth, feeling the tip swell even more against his tongue. He had to force himself to lift his head or he’d stand here doing this all night.
For one hot moment, he wished he had his length of rope with him. He’d wrap it around her wrists, anchor it to the bedpost, and feast on her splayed helplessly before him. But that quickly reminded him of the fleeting nature of the situation. What if he tried it and it frightened her away? Then he wouldn’t have even these few days with her. Deliberately, he pushed it from his mind and got back to the very delicious business of the moment.
Dropping to his knees, he unfastened the skirt, easing the material down her thighs to the floor. Lexie braced her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Now she stood before him in those fuck-me sandals and her miniscule peach-colored bra and thong. Holding her hips, he pressed his face to her mound and inhaled deeply.
Jesus!
Carefully he unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side and cupping her breasts in his palms. The heat of them scorched his skin. He wanted to close his mouth over her nipples and suck them one at a time until they were hard and pebbled.
Her fragrance drove him nuts, swirling through his body to his cock and his balls, making everything tighten with need. Giving in to temptation, he drew his tongue through the line of her slit, pressing the fabric into it and tasting her juices. Her exotic flavor burst in his mouth, so he did it again and again. She trembled in his grip, thrusting herself closer to him. The little sounds of pleasure drifting from her throat only made him hungrier for her.
Unexpectedly, she gave a tiny shove and stepped away from him.
“One of us still has too many clothes on,” she told him in a shaky voice.
“Is that so?”
“It is.” She stroked his cheeks.
“Then maybe you should do something about it.”
She inhaled slowly, the action thrusting her breasts forward. Killian couldn’t stop staring. He curled his fingers into his palms to keep himself from cupping those very tempting breasts. With tremendous effort, he forced himself to stand still as she placed her hands on his chest. Popping the buttons on his shirt, she tugged the tails from his slacks and shoved the sleeves down his arms. One corner of her mouth edged up in a tiny smile as she let her gaze roam over his naked chest.
“Yum,” she murmured, gliding her hands over him, brushing her fingertips over the curls of dark hair. With a wicked grin, she scraped her fingernails over his fat nipples, already hard and aching, and tweaked them lightly.
“Tease,” he said, his voice thick.
She gave him a heated look and leaned forward to run the flat of her tongue over each nipple. Killian sucked in his breath, electricity streaking straight down to his shaft.
She glanced down at his feet then back up again.
“Boots,” she told him.
For a moment, he couldn’t think what she meant. Then he realized she wanted him to take off his boots. He leaned on one arm of the couch for balance and yanked his footwear off as fast as he could.
The moment he stood before her again, she undid the button on his slacks and slowly lowered his zipper. His eager cock tried to push out to freedom, bumping against her fingers. She smiled that sexy little smile again and shoved his slacks down his legs. Hooking her fingers in his boxer briefs, she stopped and watched at him for a moment, as if waiting for permission to continue.
“Don’t stop now.” He heard the strain of restraint in his voice.
“Okay.” The word came out on a soft puff of air.
She slid the briefs down his thighs, stopping for a moment when his cock burst into freedom. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. Killian knew from the time he became a horny teenager he had more than his share of this this particular body
For one hot moment, he wished he had his length of rope with him. He’d wrap it around her wrists, anchor it to the bedpost, and feast on her splayed helplessly before him. But that quickly reminded him of the fleeting nature of the situation. What if he tried it and it frightened her away? Then he wouldn’t have even these few days with her. Deliberately, he pushed it from his mind and got back to the very delicious business of the moment.
Dropping to his knees, he unfastened the skirt, easing the material down her thighs to the floor. Lexie braced her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Now she stood before him in those fuck-me sandals and her miniscule peach-colored bra and thong. Holding her hips, he pressed his face to her mound and inhaled deeply.
Jesus!
Carefully he unclasped her bra, tossing it to the side and cupping her breasts in his palms. The heat of them scorched his skin. He wanted to close his mouth over her nipples and suck them one at a time until they were hard and pebbled.
Her fragrance drove him nuts, swirling through his body to his cock and his balls, making everything tighten with need. Giving in to temptation, he drew his tongue through the line of her slit, pressing the fabric into it and tasting her juices. Her exotic flavor burst in his mouth, so he did it again and again. She trembled in his grip, thrusting herself closer to him. The little sounds of pleasure drifting from her throat only made him hungrier for her.
Unexpectedly, she gave a tiny shove and stepped away from him.
“One of us still has too many clothes on,” she told him in a shaky voice.
“Is that so?”
“It is.” She stroked his cheeks.
“Then maybe you should do something about it.”
She inhaled slowly, the action thrusting her breasts forward. Killian couldn’t stop staring. He curled his fingers into his palms to keep himself from cupping those very tempting breasts. With tremendous effort, he forced himself to stand still as she placed her hands on his chest. Popping the buttons on his shirt, she tugged the tails from his slacks and shoved the sleeves down his arms. One corner of her mouth edged up in a tiny smile as she let her gaze roam over his naked chest.
“Yum,” she murmured, gliding her hands over him, brushing her fingertips over the curls of dark hair. With a wicked grin, she scraped her fingernails over his fat nipples, already hard and aching, and tweaked them lightly.
“Tease,” he said, his voice thick.
She gave him a heated look and leaned forward to run the flat of her tongue over each nipple. Killian sucked in his breath, electricity streaking straight down to his shaft.
She glanced down at his feet then back up again.
“Boots,” she told him.
For a moment, he couldn’t think what she meant. Then he realized she wanted him to take off his boots. He leaned on one arm of the couch for balance and yanked his footwear off as fast as he could.
The moment he stood before her again, she undid the button on his slacks and slowly lowered his zipper. His eager cock tried to push out to freedom, bumping against her fingers. She smiled that sexy little smile again and shoved his slacks down his legs. Hooking her fingers in his boxer briefs, she stopped and watched at him for a moment, as if waiting for permission to continue.
“Don’t stop now.” He heard the strain of restraint in his voice.
“Okay.” The word came out on a soft puff of air.
She slid the briefs down his thighs, stopping for a moment when his cock burst into freedom. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. Killian knew from the time he became a horny teenager he had more than his share of this this particular body
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