entrance.
He watched her stare turn dazed then she closed her eyes for just a second or two, as if fighting for control.
He understood only too well. Their emotional journey had manifested into a profound, physical need that was unstoppable. Inevitable. He’d been crazy to think he could put a halt to their cravings. Crazy to think they could exist side by side without touching, kissing, fucking, ever again.
Inch by slow inch, he allowed her body to slide down over his, the points of her nipples drawing invisible lines over his skin, his rib cage.
His mouth dried. His temple throbbed simultaneously with his cock, which oozed pre-cum as Loretta’s curves slithered over his body. When she gained her stilettoed feet he demanded thickly, “Turn around.”
She did so without protest and he pressed a knee between her thighs. She gasped and spread her legs wide, clutching the rim of the fence.
From behind, he nuzzled her throat as one hand cupped her mound. Deft fingers teased the outer lips with its tight, dark curls before he peeled her pussy wide. Pressing kisses along her neck, he strummed her clit, feeling her tense and shift, undulating against his touch.
“You’re about to come,” he said huskily. “But not yet. I want to show you how to fly.”
He lifted her until her buttocks rested low on his stomach. She let out a startled gasp, keeping hold of the pool fence for support.
A fresh wave of heat fired straight through his cock at the press of her white, rounded ass cheeks, the sight of her perfect breasts suspended so very close. He nuzzled her gold-brown hair that flowed like silk along her spine, breathing in the delicate scent of apples and something elusive.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
Her spine unlocked, her body loosening. “Yes.”
He leaned close, licking the shell of her ear before gently nipping the lobe. She moaned then hissed with pleasure as he drove his tongue into her ear. He drew back, his breath fanning her hair. “I won’t let you go.”
He couldn’t promise her a future. But he could promise her this.
His wings unfurled and arced to the front in a semicircle. In one fluid movement he elevated her higher again. She released her grip on the fence as he placed her thighs over his shoulders, her arms draped along his wings.
In this position she really was dangling over a precipice, face first and high in the air, floating, flying . And soon, climaxing.
“Tell me what you see.” He needn’t tell her of the vista she provided. He had only to crook his neck a little to see her wet pussy with its vee of tight curls.
Her voice shook. “I see infinite darkness, pitch-black night with city lights far below, like sparklers.”
“What do you feel?”
She let out a shuddery laugh, her voice strained. “I feel exhilarated, aroused, yet scared I’ll fall into the abyss. I feel as if I’m caught right on the edge, between adrenaline and wild orgasm.”
He shifted her position slightly, aligning her pussy to his mouth. He scented her musk, but wanted even more to taste it. He licked her exposed pink flesh in one long sweep of his tongue. “And now, what do you feel?”
She didn’t—couldn’t—answer for a moment. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. “I’m…I’m not sure.” She shifted, giving his tongue better access. “I think I need an encore,” she said breathlessly.
With his wings and shoulders balancing her weight, his hands were free to open her wide as he licked and sucked, focusing on her clit like it was the only thing that mattered.
“Cray!” Her cry of ecstasy was pure, unadulterated abandonment as she abruptly convulsed and he had to grit his teeth against the bolt of lust filling his balls.
She was trembling with aftershocks when he unlatched her thighs from his shoulders. As his wings folded behind his spine, his hands snared hold of her waist and tugged her against him.
She writhed, clearly hot for more. She leaned
He watched her stare turn dazed then she closed her eyes for just a second or two, as if fighting for control.
He understood only too well. Their emotional journey had manifested into a profound, physical need that was unstoppable. Inevitable. He’d been crazy to think he could put a halt to their cravings. Crazy to think they could exist side by side without touching, kissing, fucking, ever again.
Inch by slow inch, he allowed her body to slide down over his, the points of her nipples drawing invisible lines over his skin, his rib cage.
His mouth dried. His temple throbbed simultaneously with his cock, which oozed pre-cum as Loretta’s curves slithered over his body. When she gained her stilettoed feet he demanded thickly, “Turn around.”
She did so without protest and he pressed a knee between her thighs. She gasped and spread her legs wide, clutching the rim of the fence.
From behind, he nuzzled her throat as one hand cupped her mound. Deft fingers teased the outer lips with its tight, dark curls before he peeled her pussy wide. Pressing kisses along her neck, he strummed her clit, feeling her tense and shift, undulating against his touch.
“You’re about to come,” he said huskily. “But not yet. I want to show you how to fly.”
He lifted her until her buttocks rested low on his stomach. She let out a startled gasp, keeping hold of the pool fence for support.
A fresh wave of heat fired straight through his cock at the press of her white, rounded ass cheeks, the sight of her perfect breasts suspended so very close. He nuzzled her gold-brown hair that flowed like silk along her spine, breathing in the delicate scent of apples and something elusive.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
Her spine unlocked, her body loosening. “Yes.”
He leaned close, licking the shell of her ear before gently nipping the lobe. She moaned then hissed with pleasure as he drove his tongue into her ear. He drew back, his breath fanning her hair. “I won’t let you go.”
He couldn’t promise her a future. But he could promise her this.
His wings unfurled and arced to the front in a semicircle. In one fluid movement he elevated her higher again. She released her grip on the fence as he placed her thighs over his shoulders, her arms draped along his wings.
In this position she really was dangling over a precipice, face first and high in the air, floating, flying . And soon, climaxing.
“Tell me what you see.” He needn’t tell her of the vista she provided. He had only to crook his neck a little to see her wet pussy with its vee of tight curls.
Her voice shook. “I see infinite darkness, pitch-black night with city lights far below, like sparklers.”
“What do you feel?”
She let out a shuddery laugh, her voice strained. “I feel exhilarated, aroused, yet scared I’ll fall into the abyss. I feel as if I’m caught right on the edge, between adrenaline and wild orgasm.”
He shifted her position slightly, aligning her pussy to his mouth. He scented her musk, but wanted even more to taste it. He licked her exposed pink flesh in one long sweep of his tongue. “And now, what do you feel?”
She didn’t—couldn’t—answer for a moment. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. “I’m…I’m not sure.” She shifted, giving his tongue better access. “I think I need an encore,” she said breathlessly.
With his wings and shoulders balancing her weight, his hands were free to open her wide as he licked and sucked, focusing on her clit like it was the only thing that mattered.
“Cray!” Her cry of ecstasy was pure, unadulterated abandonment as she abruptly convulsed and he had to grit his teeth against the bolt of lust filling his balls.
She was trembling with aftershocks when he unlatched her thighs from his shoulders. As his wings folded behind his spine, his hands snared hold of her waist and tugged her against him.
She writhed, clearly hot for more. She leaned
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