legs. He glanced down to
check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning
his gaze to her eyes.
“That’s sexy,” he whispered. “I want to look at your
body, but denying myself makes me want you more.”
She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled
to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room
air.
He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick cock in
one hand. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “your scent is driving me
insane.” He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. “Tell me
what you like, baby. I want to please you.”
Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk
to him. “I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough
with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same
time?”
She cracked an eyelid open to see if he’d been
paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.
“What else makes you hot?”
You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.
She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and
spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and
excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the
inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He
watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth,
his breathing harsh and raged.
“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping
wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Even if
I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I
don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger
inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the
tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it
deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.”
She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in
circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for
a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the
relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and
gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching
her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the
stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d
scarcely touched her.
She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers
on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying
about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself
off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing
him. There was no way he could get it wrong.
“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I
start coming and my pussy is clenching, he pounds two fingers into
me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and
higher.”
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe
said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my
tongue?”
She never expected to like this openness in
the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as
hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And
showing him? It just made her even hotter.
“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my
clit until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you
to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the
tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste
myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the
cum off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”
He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs
on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue
brushed against her clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but
doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her clit
and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the
way she’d showed him.
“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much
better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her clit
and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No
check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning
his gaze to her eyes.
“That’s sexy,” he whispered. “I want to look at your
body, but denying myself makes me want you more.”
She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled
to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room
air.
He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick cock in
one hand. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “your scent is driving me
insane.” He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. “Tell me
what you like, baby. I want to please you.”
Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk
to him. “I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough
with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same
time?”
She cracked an eyelid open to see if he’d been
paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.
“What else makes you hot?”
You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.
She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and
spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and
excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the
inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He
watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth,
his breathing harsh and raged.
“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping
wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Even if
I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I
don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger
inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the
tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it
deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.”
She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in
circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for
a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the
relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and
gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching
her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the
stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d
scarcely touched her.
She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers
on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying
about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself
off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing
him. There was no way he could get it wrong.
“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I
start coming and my pussy is clenching, he pounds two fingers into
me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and
higher.”
“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe
said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my
tongue?”
She never expected to like this openness in
the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as
hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And
showing him? It just made her even hotter.
“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my
clit until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you
to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the
tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste
myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the
cum off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”
He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs
on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue
brushed against her clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but
doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her clit
and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the
way she’d showed him.
“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much
better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her clit
and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No
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