her ass. She tilted her head back and he caught her mouth in a wild, tongue-thrusting kiss. The firm, pumping thrust of his tongue sent her inner muscles quivering as she anticipated the similar thrusting of his cock deep inside her.
“And,” he continued, “you want me so much you’re shaking with it, aren’t you? I bet you’re already so wet I could slide in you right now and I haven’t even gotten your dress off.”
Heat flamed in her cheeks as she quivered against him, too embarrassed to answer. No man—not that she had much comparison—had ever talked to her like this. Uneasiness returned as she felt suddenly very out of her league.
If Tony noticed her apprehension, he chose to ignore it. “If you’re not going to answer me, I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
She bit her lip in anticipation as he pushed her skirt up her thigh and slid his fingers into the leg of her lace panties. He pressed his fingers into her creamy slit, groaning in satisfaction. “You’re so hot I can smell it,” he breathed, and she thought she’d die of embarrassment when the rich, briny scent of her arousal hit her nostrils. She struggled to pull away, but he kept her there with the firm pressure of his fingers slowly circling her clit.
Another rush of moisture oozed out, and he spread the creamy wetness generously over her throbbing flesh. “Do you know how many times I thought of touching you like this?” His tongue snaked out and flicked her earlobe as his fingers spread, imprisoning her plump clit from either side.
A strangled sound was her only reply.
To her vast disappointment, his hand slid from her panties. Her dress pulled tight, then loosened as he slid the zipper open to her hips. Impatiently he pushed it down until the fabric puddled around her ankles, and she shivered as the cool night breeze teased her overheated skin.
“Someone might see,” she whispered, pressing back against him and feeling all the more naked as the soft cotton of his shirt and the wool of his trousers rasped against her bare back and thighs.
He stifled her protests with a hard, carnal kiss and hefted the full weight of her breasts in his big hands. Callused thumbs circled and flicked at her nipples, and soon she didn’t care if the whole world watched, as long as he kept touching her. She groaned at the hot slide of his lips and tongue across her shoulders, arched her back as he traced a fiery wet trail down her spine to the small of her back.
“This is better than I ever imagined,” he breathed into the sensitive skin above the lace edge of her panties. “Your skin is smoother, your mouth is sweeter.” He groaned again as he pushed her panties down her hips to join her dress. “And this,” he slid his fingers into her hot core from behind, working one thick finger into her throbbing channel. Between sucking kisses on her thighs and ass cheeks he murmured, “Your pussy is so perfect. Wet and tight…I’m afraid I’m gonna come the second I get inside you.”
Lauren moaned, inching her legs apart, urging him to work that digit even deeper. “I’ve been dreaming of getting inside you for so long I don’t know if I can wait, but there’s something else I’ve been wanting since I first laid eyes on you.”
His finger withdrew and at the urging of his hands on her hips she turned around, hands braced on the wrought iron railing for support. Her mind could barely get itself around the vision they presented: her standing, naked but for her silly little sandals, breasts swollen and achy, legs slightly parted. Him, still fully clothed, kneeling before her with demonic lust radiating from his eyes.
Her legs started to shake, the skin of her belly quivered. Dear God, this was really happening. She was really going to do this. And after tonight nothing would ever be the same.
He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his hot breath parting the neatly trimmed patch of curls. “I know you’re going to taste so
“And,” he continued, “you want me so much you’re shaking with it, aren’t you? I bet you’re already so wet I could slide in you right now and I haven’t even gotten your dress off.”
Heat flamed in her cheeks as she quivered against him, too embarrassed to answer. No man—not that she had much comparison—had ever talked to her like this. Uneasiness returned as she felt suddenly very out of her league.
If Tony noticed her apprehension, he chose to ignore it. “If you’re not going to answer me, I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
She bit her lip in anticipation as he pushed her skirt up her thigh and slid his fingers into the leg of her lace panties. He pressed his fingers into her creamy slit, groaning in satisfaction. “You’re so hot I can smell it,” he breathed, and she thought she’d die of embarrassment when the rich, briny scent of her arousal hit her nostrils. She struggled to pull away, but he kept her there with the firm pressure of his fingers slowly circling her clit.
Another rush of moisture oozed out, and he spread the creamy wetness generously over her throbbing flesh. “Do you know how many times I thought of touching you like this?” His tongue snaked out and flicked her earlobe as his fingers spread, imprisoning her plump clit from either side.
A strangled sound was her only reply.
To her vast disappointment, his hand slid from her panties. Her dress pulled tight, then loosened as he slid the zipper open to her hips. Impatiently he pushed it down until the fabric puddled around her ankles, and she shivered as the cool night breeze teased her overheated skin.
“Someone might see,” she whispered, pressing back against him and feeling all the more naked as the soft cotton of his shirt and the wool of his trousers rasped against her bare back and thighs.
He stifled her protests with a hard, carnal kiss and hefted the full weight of her breasts in his big hands. Callused thumbs circled and flicked at her nipples, and soon she didn’t care if the whole world watched, as long as he kept touching her. She groaned at the hot slide of his lips and tongue across her shoulders, arched her back as he traced a fiery wet trail down her spine to the small of her back.
“This is better than I ever imagined,” he breathed into the sensitive skin above the lace edge of her panties. “Your skin is smoother, your mouth is sweeter.” He groaned again as he pushed her panties down her hips to join her dress. “And this,” he slid his fingers into her hot core from behind, working one thick finger into her throbbing channel. Between sucking kisses on her thighs and ass cheeks he murmured, “Your pussy is so perfect. Wet and tight…I’m afraid I’m gonna come the second I get inside you.”
Lauren moaned, inching her legs apart, urging him to work that digit even deeper. “I’ve been dreaming of getting inside you for so long I don’t know if I can wait, but there’s something else I’ve been wanting since I first laid eyes on you.”
His finger withdrew and at the urging of his hands on her hips she turned around, hands braced on the wrought iron railing for support. Her mind could barely get itself around the vision they presented: her standing, naked but for her silly little sandals, breasts swollen and achy, legs slightly parted. Him, still fully clothed, kneeling before her with demonic lust radiating from his eyes.
Her legs started to shake, the skin of her belly quivered. Dear God, this was really happening. She was really going to do this. And after tonight nothing would ever be the same.
He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his hot breath parting the neatly trimmed patch of curls. “I know you’re going to taste so
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