finally lay gasping against the cushions.
Chapter Five
He felt himself turning rabid as he watched her climax. Her pussy was a man’s dream come true. The hair between her thighs was curly and soft and sweet with her juices. Her channel was warm and so snug that he could feel her shudder as she came. It suddenly became his sole mandate to feel her tremble around him while he was buried deep inside her.
She whimpered softly when he withdrew his finger. He reached into his back pocket, searching for a condom. A hasty moment later, he shoved his pants and boxier briefs down his legs and off his feet. He willfully kept his eyes averted from the splendor of her lying there, naked and flushed from orgasm. She was luminous in the light of the setting sun. It didn’t do him any good to look away, though. The image of her was burned into his brain. He saw it vividly: the full, pert breasts and erect, coral pink nipples; the red-gold curls between her pale, spread thighs; her arms above her head; the arch of her spine. In his imagination, her wrists were bound together with black rope.
But no. That was for another time. He’d seen the confusion on her face when they’d talked earlier about her preference for powerful men. He suspected she was a sexual submissive, but that might have just been wishful thinking on his part.
He rolled on the condom with fingers that were still coated with her juices. Her aroma perfumed the air, the scent amplifying his hunger. He glanced up to her face and paused, his sheathed erection fisted in his hand.
She looked dazed. Lovely. She’d been watching him put on the condom and was slowly lowering her arms, her intent to touch him obvious.
“No, honey,” he rasped. “Keep them above your head. That’s right,” he murmured when she acquiesced. He scooted closer to her and put his hand on her closest hip, urging her to roll on her side. “Roll onto your side,” he instructed. “Your eyes are killing me. I can’t look at them right now. I’m about to lose it. Part your thighs,” he ordered.
He was panting now, the vision of the enticing curve of her hip and her round ass not making things any easier on him. Sweat sheened his abdomen, a product of restraining himself against pounding desire. He saw that her long hair had fallen into her face when he’d turned her onto her side, and he brushed it away from her pink cheeks. He grasped her wrists and pushed them into the pillow again. With his other hand, he fisted his cock. He hurt like hell for her. Leaning down, he kissed her soft shoulder and spoke near her ear. He saw her rib cage heaving in and out, and sensed her taut anticipation.
“If you don’t want me to hold your arms, tell me so, and I’ll let go. Either way, I’m going to have to fuck you hard. You’re so pretty, Harper.”
He heard her soft gasp. He waited, his teeth clenched together hard.
“Don’t let go.”
Arousal clawed at him at the three quietly uttered words.
All his self-lectures in regard to patience incinerated, he resituated himself to enter her. Without him telling her to, she twisted and lifted her pelvis slightly. When she reached the prime angle, he flexed his hips.
“That’s it. Right there,” he mumbled tensely, grasping her hip with his free hand. Just the tip of his cock was pressed against her opening. He could feel her through the condom: Her heat. The narrowness of her channel.
God, he’d love to fuck her raw, nothing between them. Nothing separating them.
He turned his chin and wiped the sweat that had gathered on his upper lip onto his shirt. The edges of his vision had taken on a red cast that had nothing to do with the dying sun. He pressed with his hips, grimacing in pleasure at the sensation of her body squeezing the entire head of his cock. Nevertheless, he heard her soft moan, and it wasn’t one of pleasure.
He clutched at her naked hip, stopping himself with great effort. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he bent her knee
Chapter Five
He felt himself turning rabid as he watched her climax. Her pussy was a man’s dream come true. The hair between her thighs was curly and soft and sweet with her juices. Her channel was warm and so snug that he could feel her shudder as she came. It suddenly became his sole mandate to feel her tremble around him while he was buried deep inside her.
She whimpered softly when he withdrew his finger. He reached into his back pocket, searching for a condom. A hasty moment later, he shoved his pants and boxier briefs down his legs and off his feet. He willfully kept his eyes averted from the splendor of her lying there, naked and flushed from orgasm. She was luminous in the light of the setting sun. It didn’t do him any good to look away, though. The image of her was burned into his brain. He saw it vividly: the full, pert breasts and erect, coral pink nipples; the red-gold curls between her pale, spread thighs; her arms above her head; the arch of her spine. In his imagination, her wrists were bound together with black rope.
But no. That was for another time. He’d seen the confusion on her face when they’d talked earlier about her preference for powerful men. He suspected she was a sexual submissive, but that might have just been wishful thinking on his part.
He rolled on the condom with fingers that were still coated with her juices. Her aroma perfumed the air, the scent amplifying his hunger. He glanced up to her face and paused, his sheathed erection fisted in his hand.
She looked dazed. Lovely. She’d been watching him put on the condom and was slowly lowering her arms, her intent to touch him obvious.
“No, honey,” he rasped. “Keep them above your head. That’s right,” he murmured when she acquiesced. He scooted closer to her and put his hand on her closest hip, urging her to roll on her side. “Roll onto your side,” he instructed. “Your eyes are killing me. I can’t look at them right now. I’m about to lose it. Part your thighs,” he ordered.
He was panting now, the vision of the enticing curve of her hip and her round ass not making things any easier on him. Sweat sheened his abdomen, a product of restraining himself against pounding desire. He saw that her long hair had fallen into her face when he’d turned her onto her side, and he brushed it away from her pink cheeks. He grasped her wrists and pushed them into the pillow again. With his other hand, he fisted his cock. He hurt like hell for her. Leaning down, he kissed her soft shoulder and spoke near her ear. He saw her rib cage heaving in and out, and sensed her taut anticipation.
“If you don’t want me to hold your arms, tell me so, and I’ll let go. Either way, I’m going to have to fuck you hard. You’re so pretty, Harper.”
He heard her soft gasp. He waited, his teeth clenched together hard.
“Don’t let go.”
Arousal clawed at him at the three quietly uttered words.
All his self-lectures in regard to patience incinerated, he resituated himself to enter her. Without him telling her to, she twisted and lifted her pelvis slightly. When she reached the prime angle, he flexed his hips.
“That’s it. Right there,” he mumbled tensely, grasping her hip with his free hand. Just the tip of his cock was pressed against her opening. He could feel her through the condom: Her heat. The narrowness of her channel.
God, he’d love to fuck her raw, nothing between them. Nothing separating them.
He turned his chin and wiped the sweat that had gathered on his upper lip onto his shirt. The edges of his vision had taken on a red cast that had nothing to do with the dying sun. He pressed with his hips, grimacing in pleasure at the sensation of her body squeezing the entire head of his cock. Nevertheless, he heard her soft moan, and it wasn’t one of pleasure.
He clutched at her naked hip, stopping himself with great effort. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he bent her knee
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