his hips and rose up to guide his cock into her pussy and sank down, sensation bombarding her nerve endings, stretched and joyously filled, she decided that was just as well.
Her knees splayed on either side of his hips, she began to move up and down on his stiff length, the motion liquid because she was so aroused her lubrication made it effortless, perfect, sublime…
Rick caught her rhythm easily, his hands holding her hips, thrusting upward into each downward glide, his expression intense, his skin flushed a darker hue, his breath audible with each exhale. She had the triumphant feeling he was trying to hold on to his control and having some trouble with it.
“Lace.” His eyes shut, his hands tightening on her hips. “Oh God. You’re so perfect.”
“No one is perfect.” She almost stopped moving, arrested, caught in the moment and the physical pleasure of it, but also aware that this wasn’t casual.
For any of them. If she thought so, she wouldn’t be doing it, she realized with blinding insight. That made it damned complicated.
Rick opened his eyes and stared at her. A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “The standards vary. And I happen to think you are about as close to perfect as it gets.”
“I agree.” Ran reached out and very lightly touched her thigh. “You’re driving me crazy here…don’t stop, sweetheart.”
Just what she wanted. To nudge him over the edge, to do it to them both, and so she took in a shuddering breath and slowed the pace a little, lifting to sink back down slowly. “How’s that,” she asked, her voice throaty, not sure which one she wanted to answer her.
Her own orgasm was starting to climb, to peak, and when Rick reached between her open thighs to rub her clitoris in a circular motion, she started to topple over the edge.
That fast.
The scorching sensation rose, set her on fire, and Lacey tightened her thighs and held fast, her inner muscles clenching against the surfeit of carnal sensation. Rick thrust up one last time with a low curse she didn’t catch, and he held them both there, his ejaculation pulsing so she could feel the throb of his release through her haze of sensual enjoyment until they both began to relax.
“Holy shit,” he finally said, cradling her close as she lay sprawled on top of him, his fingers brushing her hair.
Her face was pressed against his muscular shoulder and he smelled fantastic. Like clean sweat with a hint of cologne. And she had to laugh, though she agreed. “Very erudite, Doctor.”
“Best I can do.”
“Let’s see if I can improve on it.” Ran’s voice held a sexy rasp she’d heard before. His hands at her hips urged her up and then Lacey found herself suddenly flat on her back with him looming over her, his cock hard against her inner thigh. He kissed her first, urgent and a little bit wild, and then whispered in her ear, “That was so fucking hot. I love watching you enjoy it, knowing it feels good, the way you move, the little sounds you make…I need you now. This second, Lace…aah…God…”
He entered her in one long forceful stroke and she wanted to protest because her body was still trembling from her tumultuous orgasm, but anything she had to say was lost as Ran began to move inside her urgently, his tall body braced between her thighs, his breath brushing her temple in small bursts.
She was going to come again. It was a flash of realization and then conscious thought fled as she began to climax almost at once, her hands imploring at the small of his back, her hips lifting so that he went as deep inside her as possible with his next inward glide. Lacey splintered apart again and she was only vaguely aware that Ran had stiffened, the breath rushing audibly out of his lungs. Gradually he relaxed, rolling to his side, both of them panting.
It was possible she had made a lot of noise. In fact, she was pretty sure she had, but remarkably enough, didn’t care. At all.
Rick, she discovered a little
Her knees splayed on either side of his hips, she began to move up and down on his stiff length, the motion liquid because she was so aroused her lubrication made it effortless, perfect, sublime…
Rick caught her rhythm easily, his hands holding her hips, thrusting upward into each downward glide, his expression intense, his skin flushed a darker hue, his breath audible with each exhale. She had the triumphant feeling he was trying to hold on to his control and having some trouble with it.
“Lace.” His eyes shut, his hands tightening on her hips. “Oh God. You’re so perfect.”
“No one is perfect.” She almost stopped moving, arrested, caught in the moment and the physical pleasure of it, but also aware that this wasn’t casual.
For any of them. If she thought so, she wouldn’t be doing it, she realized with blinding insight. That made it damned complicated.
Rick opened his eyes and stared at her. A smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “The standards vary. And I happen to think you are about as close to perfect as it gets.”
“I agree.” Ran reached out and very lightly touched her thigh. “You’re driving me crazy here…don’t stop, sweetheart.”
Just what she wanted. To nudge him over the edge, to do it to them both, and so she took in a shuddering breath and slowed the pace a little, lifting to sink back down slowly. “How’s that,” she asked, her voice throaty, not sure which one she wanted to answer her.
Her own orgasm was starting to climb, to peak, and when Rick reached between her open thighs to rub her clitoris in a circular motion, she started to topple over the edge.
That fast.
The scorching sensation rose, set her on fire, and Lacey tightened her thighs and held fast, her inner muscles clenching against the surfeit of carnal sensation. Rick thrust up one last time with a low curse she didn’t catch, and he held them both there, his ejaculation pulsing so she could feel the throb of his release through her haze of sensual enjoyment until they both began to relax.
“Holy shit,” he finally said, cradling her close as she lay sprawled on top of him, his fingers brushing her hair.
Her face was pressed against his muscular shoulder and he smelled fantastic. Like clean sweat with a hint of cologne. And she had to laugh, though she agreed. “Very erudite, Doctor.”
“Best I can do.”
“Let’s see if I can improve on it.” Ran’s voice held a sexy rasp she’d heard before. His hands at her hips urged her up and then Lacey found herself suddenly flat on her back with him looming over her, his cock hard against her inner thigh. He kissed her first, urgent and a little bit wild, and then whispered in her ear, “That was so fucking hot. I love watching you enjoy it, knowing it feels good, the way you move, the little sounds you make…I need you now. This second, Lace…aah…God…”
He entered her in one long forceful stroke and she wanted to protest because her body was still trembling from her tumultuous orgasm, but anything she had to say was lost as Ran began to move inside her urgently, his tall body braced between her thighs, his breath brushing her temple in small bursts.
She was going to come again. It was a flash of realization and then conscious thought fled as she began to climax almost at once, her hands imploring at the small of his back, her hips lifting so that he went as deep inside her as possible with his next inward glide. Lacey splintered apart again and she was only vaguely aware that Ran had stiffened, the breath rushing audibly out of his lungs. Gradually he relaxed, rolling to his side, both of them panting.
It was possible she had made a lot of noise. In fact, she was pretty sure she had, but remarkably enough, didn’t care. At all.
Rick, she discovered a little
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