couldn’t.
She sat on the bench in
front of him, grasping his shaft once again in her hands, adjusting to the way
it seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. She wanted to touch him all over,
to feel where his skin was soft and where it was covered with crisp, dark hair.
But not now. Now she needed to taste him.
She opened her mouth
and captured the tip of his penis. Thunder rumbled somewhere far off in the distance.
She licked the salty fluid that spilled onto her tongue. Aidan bucked his hips
and more of his delicious cock filled her mouth.
“Christ, Lissa!” Her
gaze met his and she triumphed at his clenched jaw and heavily lidded eyes.
Wanting more, she stood
and bent over him so he could watch her slide as much of him into her mouth as
she could hold. When he reached for her and caressed her hair, she moved her
mouth down until she could go no further. And still, there was more of him she
hadn’t tasted.
When she released his
cock he shuddered, his gaze riveted as she alternated stroking his shaft and
licking the tip. He tasted like hot, spicy sex, and she loved every second of
having him in her mouth. When she moved down and licked his balls he cursed in
French and nearly rocketed himself off the bench. Smooth, the twin satin sacs
tightened against his body. She laved them with her tongue until he begged her
to suck him.
From the way he moved,
she knew that he wasn’t going to last long, and even that thrilled her, knowing
she could take him this close to orgasm in a matter of minutes.
“Oh, man,” he mumbled
when she sucked him in deep and quickened her movements. He sat up and palmed
her face with his hands. She stilled her head and let him fuck her mouth, the sensation
unlike anything she’d experienced.
Sparks of intense
desire shot between her legs, and she instinctively reached down and slid her
fingers between her legs. Her pussy was soaked with the juices of her earlier
orgasm. She closed her eyes, imagining her body primed to receive his thick
cock.
Her strokes mirrored
his as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy in time to the thrusting
motions of his cock in her mouth. Tension built inside her like a gathering
storm, driving her toward the edge of reason.
“Yeah, baby, touch
yourself. Make yourself come,” Aidan whispered, now controlling the movements
of his cock in her mouth. She went with him, her fingers sliding deep inside
her heated core, nearly delirious in her desire to plummet over the edge with
him.
Listening to his groans
of pleasure heightened her own. Then it hit her, suddenly and without warning.
She moaned against his cock as the orgasm took her over, and he went with her,
a gush of fluid filling her mouth. She swallowed his come eagerly, a swirl of
incredible sensations sweeping through her as she climaxed.
After she’d licked and
sucked him until he started to grow soft, Aidan withdrew his shaft and pulled
her up against him, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She grabbed for his
shoulders and held on tight, feeling dizzy and exhausted but more satisfied
than she’d ever been before.
“Well, cher ,
that was certainly a great way to end our night,” he whispered against her ear,
nipping gently at the lobe until she shivered.
“Yes, it was.” She
stifled a yawn and blinked twice to force her eyes to stay open. The
aftereffects of her orgasms and the wine she’d consumed had finally begun to
take their toll. She sank against him, grateful when he wrapped his arms around
her, helped her pull up her dress and led her back to his car.
The ride back was
silent, yet not uncomfortable. Melissa’s wine-soaked brain refused to realize
what she’d just done, and she wasn’t about to fight it. Ignorance was bliss, at
least temporarily.
By the time he pulled
up to the hotel she was nearly asleep, fighting desperately to focus her eyes.
“Do you want me to walk
you inside?”
She shook her head.
“No, I think I can find my room.”
He stepped out of the
car
She sat on the bench in
front of him, grasping his shaft once again in her hands, adjusting to the way
it seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. She wanted to touch him all over,
to feel where his skin was soft and where it was covered with crisp, dark hair.
But not now. Now she needed to taste him.
She opened her mouth
and captured the tip of his penis. Thunder rumbled somewhere far off in the distance.
She licked the salty fluid that spilled onto her tongue. Aidan bucked his hips
and more of his delicious cock filled her mouth.
“Christ, Lissa!” Her
gaze met his and she triumphed at his clenched jaw and heavily lidded eyes.
Wanting more, she stood
and bent over him so he could watch her slide as much of him into her mouth as
she could hold. When he reached for her and caressed her hair, she moved her
mouth down until she could go no further. And still, there was more of him she
hadn’t tasted.
When she released his
cock he shuddered, his gaze riveted as she alternated stroking his shaft and
licking the tip. He tasted like hot, spicy sex, and she loved every second of
having him in her mouth. When she moved down and licked his balls he cursed in
French and nearly rocketed himself off the bench. Smooth, the twin satin sacs
tightened against his body. She laved them with her tongue until he begged her
to suck him.
From the way he moved,
she knew that he wasn’t going to last long, and even that thrilled her, knowing
she could take him this close to orgasm in a matter of minutes.
“Oh, man,” he mumbled
when she sucked him in deep and quickened her movements. He sat up and palmed
her face with his hands. She stilled her head and let him fuck her mouth, the sensation
unlike anything she’d experienced.
Sparks of intense
desire shot between her legs, and she instinctively reached down and slid her
fingers between her legs. Her pussy was soaked with the juices of her earlier
orgasm. She closed her eyes, imagining her body primed to receive his thick
cock.
Her strokes mirrored
his as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy in time to the thrusting
motions of his cock in her mouth. Tension built inside her like a gathering
storm, driving her toward the edge of reason.
“Yeah, baby, touch
yourself. Make yourself come,” Aidan whispered, now controlling the movements
of his cock in her mouth. She went with him, her fingers sliding deep inside
her heated core, nearly delirious in her desire to plummet over the edge with
him.
Listening to his groans
of pleasure heightened her own. Then it hit her, suddenly and without warning.
She moaned against his cock as the orgasm took her over, and he went with her,
a gush of fluid filling her mouth. She swallowed his come eagerly, a swirl of
incredible sensations sweeping through her as she climaxed.
After she’d licked and
sucked him until he started to grow soft, Aidan withdrew his shaft and pulled
her up against him, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She grabbed for his
shoulders and held on tight, feeling dizzy and exhausted but more satisfied
than she’d ever been before.
“Well, cher ,
that was certainly a great way to end our night,” he whispered against her ear,
nipping gently at the lobe until she shivered.
“Yes, it was.” She
stifled a yawn and blinked twice to force her eyes to stay open. The
aftereffects of her orgasms and the wine she’d consumed had finally begun to
take their toll. She sank against him, grateful when he wrapped his arms around
her, helped her pull up her dress and led her back to his car.
The ride back was
silent, yet not uncomfortable. Melissa’s wine-soaked brain refused to realize
what she’d just done, and she wasn’t about to fight it. Ignorance was bliss, at
least temporarily.
By the time he pulled
up to the hotel she was nearly asleep, fighting desperately to focus her eyes.
“Do you want me to walk
you inside?”
She shook her head.
“No, I think I can find my room.”
He stepped out of the
car
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