slick channel. Will licked and nipped a wet path to her breast. His lips and teeth teased one nipple, his fingertips massaged the second while his other hand wound her to a frenzy, stretching her, stealing her control, winding her to destruction.
Awash in sensation, Rose clutched Will’s arms and her back arched in need. Tremors seized her body, rippling from her core, sending ribbons of fire fluttering down her veins.
“More,” she gasped.
He bit down on one nipple, pinched the other, scissored his knuckles inside her and Rose came again, the world turning black for a moment in a hiatus of unfathomable delight before she unraveled in shuddering ecstasy. Ooh, he’s good.
“Will, Will, Will.” She gasped his name over and over until the blurriness vanished from her eyes and she could see his upturned mouth.
He soothed her brow, blew whispery breaths along her collarbone and Rose’s heartbeat calmed. Then Will slid down to bury his face between her legs and her pulse jumped back onto a galloping horse. He pushed her thighs over his shoulders and tucked his hands under her backside, opening her to him. The heated look in his eyes when he raised his head, the way his Adam’s apple rose and fell meant she could deny him nothing. He’d put her pleasure first and no man had ever done that.
Will trailed his tongue along her swollen outer lips, sucking, lapping, kissing, and the increased ache in her womb dragged a series of louder and louder groans from her throat. The contractions began again, tiny tightening clasps that grew in intensity with every twisting swirl of his tongue, each panted breath, the rasp of his chin and the gentle nip of his teeth.
Her bones melted, stars burst in her head and she let out a sob. He had power over her. The first male she’d found who’d made her want with such desperation. Will had given her a taste of his strength and Rose both feared and desired him in equal measures. He was perhaps the most dangerous man she’d ever met because he meant her no harm, only pleasure. What would she give up to have him forever?
Rose shook the fog from her head. She could give him pleasure too, make him hers—but because he wanted to be, not through any trickery. She was already his, he just didn’t yet know it. She rolled Will onto his back and dropped off the bed to kneel on the floor, tugging him until his backside reached the edge of the mattress. Rose gazed at his straining cock, licked her lips at the sight of the thick purple veins that ran down its length and the glistening, velvety tip that invited her to taste.
His balls looked hard as stone, drawn up tight at the base of his cock, ready to burst with joy. One fingertip stroke along a bulging vein and his noisy intake of breath made her jump. Why couldn’t he speak? He leaned on his elbows, staring at her. For a moment his pupils didn’t look perfectly round. They reminded her of…Rose sighed…of something, but another glance and she decided she’d been mistaken. More interesting things to investigate.
One lick, base to tip, and Will growled, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer. Rose circled her tongue around the sensitive tip, dipping into the slender slit, drawing out a salty jewel of pre-cum. His thighs clenched around her. Rose shouldered them apart and kissed, licked, lapped her way to his balls. She took them in her mouth, separated them with her tongue and sucked gently.
When she raised her head to look at him, the intense pleasure on his face returned some of her power. He was as much hers as she was his. She released his sac with a sweet kiss. Using one hand to caress his angular hip bone, she wrapped the other around his root, drawing up the length of his cock, twisting as she sucked at the head until he trembled and gasped beneath her.
Rose closed her mouth over him, pressed down and swallowed until his cock bumped the back of her throat. Using her saliva and his juice as lubricant, she sucked him
Awash in sensation, Rose clutched Will’s arms and her back arched in need. Tremors seized her body, rippling from her core, sending ribbons of fire fluttering down her veins.
“More,” she gasped.
He bit down on one nipple, pinched the other, scissored his knuckles inside her and Rose came again, the world turning black for a moment in a hiatus of unfathomable delight before she unraveled in shuddering ecstasy. Ooh, he’s good.
“Will, Will, Will.” She gasped his name over and over until the blurriness vanished from her eyes and she could see his upturned mouth.
He soothed her brow, blew whispery breaths along her collarbone and Rose’s heartbeat calmed. Then Will slid down to bury his face between her legs and her pulse jumped back onto a galloping horse. He pushed her thighs over his shoulders and tucked his hands under her backside, opening her to him. The heated look in his eyes when he raised his head, the way his Adam’s apple rose and fell meant she could deny him nothing. He’d put her pleasure first and no man had ever done that.
Will trailed his tongue along her swollen outer lips, sucking, lapping, kissing, and the increased ache in her womb dragged a series of louder and louder groans from her throat. The contractions began again, tiny tightening clasps that grew in intensity with every twisting swirl of his tongue, each panted breath, the rasp of his chin and the gentle nip of his teeth.
Her bones melted, stars burst in her head and she let out a sob. He had power over her. The first male she’d found who’d made her want with such desperation. Will had given her a taste of his strength and Rose both feared and desired him in equal measures. He was perhaps the most dangerous man she’d ever met because he meant her no harm, only pleasure. What would she give up to have him forever?
Rose shook the fog from her head. She could give him pleasure too, make him hers—but because he wanted to be, not through any trickery. She was already his, he just didn’t yet know it. She rolled Will onto his back and dropped off the bed to kneel on the floor, tugging him until his backside reached the edge of the mattress. Rose gazed at his straining cock, licked her lips at the sight of the thick purple veins that ran down its length and the glistening, velvety tip that invited her to taste.
His balls looked hard as stone, drawn up tight at the base of his cock, ready to burst with joy. One fingertip stroke along a bulging vein and his noisy intake of breath made her jump. Why couldn’t he speak? He leaned on his elbows, staring at her. For a moment his pupils didn’t look perfectly round. They reminded her of…Rose sighed…of something, but another glance and she decided she’d been mistaken. More interesting things to investigate.
One lick, base to tip, and Will growled, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer. Rose circled her tongue around the sensitive tip, dipping into the slender slit, drawing out a salty jewel of pre-cum. His thighs clenched around her. Rose shouldered them apart and kissed, licked, lapped her way to his balls. She took them in her mouth, separated them with her tongue and sucked gently.
When she raised her head to look at him, the intense pleasure on his face returned some of her power. He was as much hers as she was his. She released his sac with a sweet kiss. Using one hand to caress his angular hip bone, she wrapped the other around his root, drawing up the length of his cock, twisting as she sucked at the head until he trembled and gasped beneath her.
Rose closed her mouth over him, pressed down and swallowed until his cock bumped the back of her throat. Using her saliva and his juice as lubricant, she sucked him
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