never felt this good. Her dreams didn’t make her feel so alive. Nic was still the gentle lover of her dreams, but now his touch took on a desperate urgency that was all too real and all too compelling. She pushed her hand into his long hair. Locking the long strands between her fingers, Jenna led his lips back to her nipple, where he plucked it with his lips, scraped it with his fangs.
His hand traced her plump lower lips, mapping them with his fingers, splitting them apart with his thumb. His middle finger stroked maddening circles around her entrance, rimming her opening with a light touch, whipping her body toward madness. Jenna’s hips rose, begging for him to enter her, plunge his finger in deeply, fill her up. She wanted him to slide into her and fuck her now , but he ignored her silent pleas. He was relentless with his hand, pushing that maddening finger just inside only to retreat, drawing out her creamy arousal.
“Baby, so fucking wet.” His voice was barely audible. He’d rested his forehead against her breasts and tipped his face down so he could watch his hand on her pussy. No, she realized, he was watching his hand in her pussy, staring at her like he was in awe of her body’s reaction to his touch. Jenna’s whole body burned with her rosy blush.
Any embarrassment she experienced at her moist state died a quick death as Nic finally pressed his thick finger fully into her. He slid it back and forth, the friction intense, and when she arched against him begging for more, he pulled out and added a second finger, leisurely exploring her channel. She wiggled, moaning and crying with his increasing strokes.
His busy fingers found a spot within that shot pure fire through her, causing her to scream aloud. The sensation was so new, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Oh, God…” His eyes glittered up at her, lightning flashed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Oh, Nic…” He kept his finger on that spot, drinking in her wild response.
“You like that, hmm?” He dipped his head, lapping softly at her nipple without taking his eyes from hers. “Move your hips for me, Jenna. Ride my hand, my fingers.
Watch me, Beloved.”
He brought his free hand to her clit, his fingers sliding easily around the tight bud.
Her legs trembled when his thumb and first finger pinched her tight cherry. The sensation was too much. Jenna couldn’t stop the cries rippling from between her lips. Nic captured those cries in his mouth and stroked faster. She was going to die from the ecstasy his hands were giving her; she was going to go up in flames. A hot spot started deep in her core, a sweet burn that began slowly branching its way out.
Her legs drew up, her muscles clamping down hard around his taunting fingers, and liquid heat poured from her. Her cry was one long, pure note, filling the air as her orgasm shook her from the inside out.
*
Nic sat up, yanking at the buttons on his jeans. He fucking needed her now. She was so damned responsive to the slightest of his touches, her body taking what he gave and asking for more. He licked her juices from each finger and his palm while he ripped his boxers down with his free hand.
His cock finally sprang free; he was so hard he hurt. Grabbing the pulsing head, he stroked up and down his shaft, trying to calm the ache enough to make it last. Jenna watched him licking her taste from his hand, then her eyes darted to his dick. She licked her lips, like she wanted to eat him alive. His hand swept through the pre-cum on his engorged head.
“See what you do to me, Beloved? I knew it would be this way with us, Jenna.” Reaching out his free hand, he cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb over her soft, red lower lip. All the while her eyes stayed glued to his hand on his cock.
“I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone else since I started dreaming of you. You are the only one who does this to me now, Jenna.” Her tongue touched her lip, causing a
His hand traced her plump lower lips, mapping them with his fingers, splitting them apart with his thumb. His middle finger stroked maddening circles around her entrance, rimming her opening with a light touch, whipping her body toward madness. Jenna’s hips rose, begging for him to enter her, plunge his finger in deeply, fill her up. She wanted him to slide into her and fuck her now , but he ignored her silent pleas. He was relentless with his hand, pushing that maddening finger just inside only to retreat, drawing out her creamy arousal.
“Baby, so fucking wet.” His voice was barely audible. He’d rested his forehead against her breasts and tipped his face down so he could watch his hand on her pussy. No, she realized, he was watching his hand in her pussy, staring at her like he was in awe of her body’s reaction to his touch. Jenna’s whole body burned with her rosy blush.
Any embarrassment she experienced at her moist state died a quick death as Nic finally pressed his thick finger fully into her. He slid it back and forth, the friction intense, and when she arched against him begging for more, he pulled out and added a second finger, leisurely exploring her channel. She wiggled, moaning and crying with his increasing strokes.
His busy fingers found a spot within that shot pure fire through her, causing her to scream aloud. The sensation was so new, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Oh, God…” His eyes glittered up at her, lightning flashed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Oh, Nic…” He kept his finger on that spot, drinking in her wild response.
“You like that, hmm?” He dipped his head, lapping softly at her nipple without taking his eyes from hers. “Move your hips for me, Jenna. Ride my hand, my fingers.
Watch me, Beloved.”
He brought his free hand to her clit, his fingers sliding easily around the tight bud.
Her legs trembled when his thumb and first finger pinched her tight cherry. The sensation was too much. Jenna couldn’t stop the cries rippling from between her lips. Nic captured those cries in his mouth and stroked faster. She was going to die from the ecstasy his hands were giving her; she was going to go up in flames. A hot spot started deep in her core, a sweet burn that began slowly branching its way out.
Her legs drew up, her muscles clamping down hard around his taunting fingers, and liquid heat poured from her. Her cry was one long, pure note, filling the air as her orgasm shook her from the inside out.
*
Nic sat up, yanking at the buttons on his jeans. He fucking needed her now. She was so damned responsive to the slightest of his touches, her body taking what he gave and asking for more. He licked her juices from each finger and his palm while he ripped his boxers down with his free hand.
His cock finally sprang free; he was so hard he hurt. Grabbing the pulsing head, he stroked up and down his shaft, trying to calm the ache enough to make it last. Jenna watched him licking her taste from his hand, then her eyes darted to his dick. She licked her lips, like she wanted to eat him alive. His hand swept through the pre-cum on his engorged head.
“See what you do to me, Beloved? I knew it would be this way with us, Jenna.” Reaching out his free hand, he cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb over her soft, red lower lip. All the while her eyes stayed glued to his hand on his cock.
“I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone else since I started dreaming of you. You are the only one who does this to me now, Jenna.” Her tongue touched her lip, causing a
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