Obsession Down Under by LAYNE MACADAM Page B

doing?” She asked with a smile.
    His mouth released the nipple he’d latched on to. “You have to ask?”
    “What I meant is, I thought you’d already showered.”
    “Mmm, but as you so rightly pointed out before you dropped off to sleep, I’ve been remiss. I owe these poor neglected Yankee tits some quality time, and it’s my civic duty to hop to it and make amends. Can’t have you getting the wrong impression of Aussie blokes.”
    He lifted her breast and drew the tip into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and rolling his tongue, sucking and teasing the stiffening nub.
    With a soft moan, she dropped her head back and gripped his shoulders. He nipped her nipple ever so gently, and she moaned louder, a sexy sound—a real turn-on. Her areole was a huge soft disc, the center a turgid elongated nub, just how he liked them. He suckled some more, drawing deep, her response a satisfying moan.
    When he released her to speak, she whimpered.
    “But in my defense, Jessie Rose, I was distracted by that great ass of yours, to say nothing of this amazing pussy.” The knuckles on his left hand brushed her mound as he lowered his head to her other breast for some more action. When her nipple became a hard little pebble in his mouth, she squirmed and her face lit with rapture. It was his mission then to make her come by pleasuring her tits alone.
    Whip’s mouth was a pleasure palace. A toe-curling, knee-trembling, core-tingling, pleasure palace. When he’d released her nipple to speak, she’d almost cried in frustration. If he hadn’t taken the other one into his mouth when he did, she would have grabbed him by both ears, shoved his face onto her tit and held him there until he did.
    “You are so not to speak again,” she told him.
    In response, he took her other nipple between his thumb and finger and gave it a slight twist. The one in his mouth he grazed with his teeth. Pleasure-pain shot  clear to her core. Her womb contracted and moisture seeped between her thighs. “Ahhh.” She couldn’t withhold the moan of pure ecstasy that escaped her lips.
    “You like that, babe?” Whip rolled her nipple again and gave it another twist.
    Her pussy clenched. She could feel her orgasm building, gathering momentum. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She grabbed his head and guided his face back to her breast. The feel of his lips tugging, nipping, drawing her nipple out was divine and making her weak at the knees. Her  fingers entwined in his silky hair, and her head dropped back. It wasn’t possible to come from just having your breasts pleasured, was it? Two minutes later, she splintered apart and had her answer.
    “Is there no end to your talents, Whip?” She slumped against him as she coasted back to an even plain.
    “I just aim to please, ma’am.”
    The self-satisfied grin he gave her was cocky. Well, two could play that game.
    “So do I, Cowboy.” She soaped her hands and, dropping to her knees, curled one hand around his shaft and cupped his testicles with the other. With intent and purpose, she stroked him, and a nanosecond later he lengthened and thickened.
    “No complaints from me, babe.” He leaned back against the tile, closing his eyes.
    Water cascaded over his muscled torso and beaded in the thick thatch of wiry curls at the base of his manhood. The cock slipping through her fist was an impressive specimen. She smiled and increased the rhythm.
    The groan that came from the back of his throat was guttural and pleasing to her ear. “You like that?”
    “Mmm, magic fingers. I guess you could put this in your book.”
    She chortled. “As long as you don’t think I’m just using you for research.”
    “Use away, babe. I’m more than happy to do my part for the literary world.”
    “Oh goody, my very own lab rat to use as I please.” She leaned forward as she spoke, and her thick hair cascaded down her breast in wet, ropey tangles. She gathered the strands up and tossed the dark mass over her