down to her butt. His fingers were brushing against
her asshole, gently teasing the sensitive nerves. She writhed, desperate for
him to touch her harder, faster, something … as long as it was more .
“You smell fucking fantastic,” he
muttered, hands slipping up and around until he had her by the thighs. He
opened her up, hooking her legs around his so that she didn’t have to hold
herself up anywhere.
Liselle moaned as the position pressed his cock against her back like a
brand. “I’m not hurting you?” she asked, worried she was too heavy for him.
He laughed as he shook his head. “Not at
all,” he said, nibbling at the tendon in her shoulder. “You’re warm and soft
and sexy. And you’re tiny. You’re not hurting me at all. Now, stop worrying.”
She shuddered as he bit down, then soothed her skin with his tongue. One of his hands
moved up to her breasts, the other back to her pussy where he spread her
arousal all over, fingers sliding in and out sensuously. Her hips jerked,
trying to get his hand exactly where she wanted it.
“Please,” she begged again.
“Please what?” he asked huskily. She
tossed her head at the sound of his voice, feeling high on strong, aroused
male. Clearly this was as much a torture for him as it was for her.
“Touch me. God—” she broke off, throwing
her head back when his clever fingers slid the hood of her clit back and forth.
“More. John, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured,
fingers circling, circling.
Her hips moved restlessly. He held her
tightly under her ribs and opened his legs more, forcing her thighs wider. When
his finger delicately tapped the tip of her clit, she keened, so close she
couldn’t think straight anymore.
“ Mmm , that’s
it,” he said, finger tapping. Just as she was about to come, he stopped and
dipped inside her again. She groaned in protest and he kissed her neck, fingers
circling her labia as he eased her off the edge.
“What are you doing?” she managed,
breathing heavy.
“I want you to stop thinking so much. Let
me make you feel good,” he said.
“You’re killing me,” she complained, hands
tracing frustrated patterns on his thighs.
“I’ll get you there, I promise. Patience,”
he said, lifting her up his torso. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he
swiveled his hips, slipping his dick between her legs.
“Oh God,” she said as his cock lodged up
between her pussy. “You’re so hot.” She waited a moment, trying to catch her
breath. “And big.”
“You’re hot too,” he muttered, hips moving
lazily. “And I’m not so big this won’t work, trust me.” His erection slid back
and forth over her most sensitive spots, her slick arousal coating both of
them. He wrapped his right arm beneath her thigh, holding her tight.
Liselle couldn’t move at all. She was completely at his mercy. She
shivered. She’d never been so turned on in her entire life.
“You still okay?” he asked, using his cock
to tease at her clit.
She nodded frantically. She was so close…
“Good. Hang on,” he said, then he slowed down, butting his dick up against her
erratically. He did this a few times before he stopped, panting into her ear.
Then he did it all over again. And again, bringing her right
to the edge and then back down. She couldn’t predict when he was going
to move, couldn’t force him to go faster or slower or do anything except hold
onto his legs and take it.
“John—” she begged, no longer knowing
exactly what she was saying. He shifted beneath her, cock sliding against her
leg as he tossed the blanket to the floor. She looked down, shocked at the way
her legs spread wantonly over his. He dug his feet into the sofa, the wide
cushions giving him just enough room to lift her up entirely. He thrust again,
breathing hard into her neck.
“You ready?” he asked after another of
those hard jerks. His arm around her ribs was like hot steel, holding her
close.
“Yes, yes,” she cried,
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