been sensitive
here?”
“I-I don’t think
so.” Weslyn struggled to answer.
Findley leaned
down, licked her nipple and breathed over it. Hot, then cool—the peak puckered
hard and fast, leaving Weslyn arching and gasping as sensation shot through her
chest.
“Yes,” Findley
growled. “Sensitive.”
He kissed both
breasts in turn, moving his head from one to the other and using his mouth to
great effect. His tongue and lips, a gentle, barely-there suction, his fingers
to measure and fondle her flesh. Weslyn struggled to catch her breath as
pleasure washed over her, a pleasure that didn’t come with doubts of how it
would end or when it might get too rough.
Nolan would take
care of her.
Weslyn let herself
feel. She let herself live in the moment and accept the gift Findley gave her.
He moved down her
body, licking, stroking and sucking. He showered her skin with sensation and
delight. Heat. He kissed her scars and hushed her embarrassed murmurs. Weslyn’s
nerves pulled taut and her hips rose off the mattress. Findley helped her out
of her underwear.
And then she was
naked before him. With unhurried finesse, he encouraged her to spread her legs,
to let him push closer. He made a space for himself, angling his shoulders
against her inner thighs until he could breathe over her aching clit.
“This is all for
you,” he told her. “I want you to feel good.”
He held her stare
as his tongue flicked out. Weslyn lost her breath, only to have it rush back
into her lungs, too fast and hard enough to burn her throat. Hot and wet, the
tip of his tongue traced her clit, rubbed and stroked. Nerves all around the
peak quivered and hummed, and deep inside, Weslyn’s pussy trembled with need.
She could feel how wet she got.
Findley settled in
to feast. Never before had Weslyn thought of what it would be like to have a
man’s tongue between her legs. She’d never imagined how it would feel to be
licked, stroked and fucked with the hot, wet intensity Nolan brought to bear.
He thrust into her pussy, tasting her thoroughly, before pulling back and
sucking on her clit.
She nearly came
off the bed. Weslyn gripped fistfuls of the covers in an effort to be still,
but Nolan seemed determined to get her twisted. Soft licks, hard flicks and the
delicate scrape of teeth had Weslyn grunting and arching, riding his face as he
tongue-fucked her into oblivion.
She was close—so
very close. Her fingers had made their way into his short hair, her nails
scoring his scalp. One foot was planted on the bed for leverage as she worked
her hips, the other was thrown over his shoulder, her heel pressed to his back.
His tongue swept over her flesh, no inch left un-licked until she bit her lip,
pleasure bursting inside her, hovering on the edge of a much-needed explosion.
Nolan pulled back.
Weslyn nearly screamed in frustration, but he moved quickly, rearranging her
limbs and settling against her body. He gathered her close, wrapped her legs
around his hips and notched his thick dick against her dripping opening.
“Hurry,” she
demanded.
“Hell, no,” he
gritted out. “I’m taking my damn time. You’re pregnant.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“Oh, I know it
will.” He pushed forward a single inch, opening her, stretching her, making her
wild with need.
The reality of the
situation smacked Weslyn upside the head. Still, he felt so good driving into
her that she said nothing, made no protest and didn’t ask for a minute to get
herself together emotionally. But somehow he knew, and he rolled to his side,
keeping her close and pulling her leg over his hip. He adjusted them both on
the mattress, until her handcuffed wrist was in a less awkward position.
“Take me when
you’re ready,” he breathed. His hands smoothed down her back to grip her ass.
He rocked a little, sending sheet lightning rumbling through her pussy, but
otherwise didn’t push farther.
“I am ready,” she claimed.
Nolan kissed her.
Sweet and slow, a leisurely
here?”
“I-I don’t think
so.” Weslyn struggled to answer.
Findley leaned
down, licked her nipple and breathed over it. Hot, then cool—the peak puckered
hard and fast, leaving Weslyn arching and gasping as sensation shot through her
chest.
“Yes,” Findley
growled. “Sensitive.”
He kissed both
breasts in turn, moving his head from one to the other and using his mouth to
great effect. His tongue and lips, a gentle, barely-there suction, his fingers
to measure and fondle her flesh. Weslyn struggled to catch her breath as
pleasure washed over her, a pleasure that didn’t come with doubts of how it
would end or when it might get too rough.
Nolan would take
care of her.
Weslyn let herself
feel. She let herself live in the moment and accept the gift Findley gave her.
He moved down her
body, licking, stroking and sucking. He showered her skin with sensation and
delight. Heat. He kissed her scars and hushed her embarrassed murmurs. Weslyn’s
nerves pulled taut and her hips rose off the mattress. Findley helped her out
of her underwear.
And then she was
naked before him. With unhurried finesse, he encouraged her to spread her legs,
to let him push closer. He made a space for himself, angling his shoulders
against her inner thighs until he could breathe over her aching clit.
“This is all for
you,” he told her. “I want you to feel good.”
He held her stare
as his tongue flicked out. Weslyn lost her breath, only to have it rush back
into her lungs, too fast and hard enough to burn her throat. Hot and wet, the
tip of his tongue traced her clit, rubbed and stroked. Nerves all around the
peak quivered and hummed, and deep inside, Weslyn’s pussy trembled with need.
She could feel how wet she got.
Findley settled in
to feast. Never before had Weslyn thought of what it would be like to have a
man’s tongue between her legs. She’d never imagined how it would feel to be
licked, stroked and fucked with the hot, wet intensity Nolan brought to bear.
He thrust into her pussy, tasting her thoroughly, before pulling back and
sucking on her clit.
She nearly came
off the bed. Weslyn gripped fistfuls of the covers in an effort to be still,
but Nolan seemed determined to get her twisted. Soft licks, hard flicks and the
delicate scrape of teeth had Weslyn grunting and arching, riding his face as he
tongue-fucked her into oblivion.
She was close—so
very close. Her fingers had made their way into his short hair, her nails
scoring his scalp. One foot was planted on the bed for leverage as she worked
her hips, the other was thrown over his shoulder, her heel pressed to his back.
His tongue swept over her flesh, no inch left un-licked until she bit her lip,
pleasure bursting inside her, hovering on the edge of a much-needed explosion.
Nolan pulled back.
Weslyn nearly screamed in frustration, but he moved quickly, rearranging her
limbs and settling against her body. He gathered her close, wrapped her legs
around his hips and notched his thick dick against her dripping opening.
“Hurry,” she
demanded.
“Hell, no,” he
gritted out. “I’m taking my damn time. You’re pregnant.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“Oh, I know it
will.” He pushed forward a single inch, opening her, stretching her, making her
wild with need.
The reality of the
situation smacked Weslyn upside the head. Still, he felt so good driving into
her that she said nothing, made no protest and didn’t ask for a minute to get
herself together emotionally. But somehow he knew, and he rolled to his side,
keeping her close and pulling her leg over his hip. He adjusted them both on
the mattress, until her handcuffed wrist was in a less awkward position.
“Take me when
you’re ready,” he breathed. His hands smoothed down her back to grip her ass.
He rocked a little, sending sheet lightning rumbling through her pussy, but
otherwise didn’t push farther.
“I am ready,” she claimed.
Nolan kissed her.
Sweet and slow, a leisurely
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