licked a burning line down my throat. “Favorite color?”
Arousal flickered and caught, spreading slow heat through my veins. “Green.”
“Favorite book.” A nip into the crook of my neck, and I dug my nails into his back.
“ Perla .”
He’d kissed his way to my breasts, and he flicked his tongue over a nipple. “Haven’t heard of it.”
“It’s by—” dear GOD he needed to do that again— “Carolina DeRobertis. It’s about the lost children of Argentina’s Dirty War.”
“Hmm.” His lips were sealed around my nipple as he hummed, and the sensation arrowed straight to my core. I wound my legs around his hips. “Favorite cartoon from when you were a kid?” The question came out a little ragged, and I rocked my hips against him, smiling when he hissed.
“ Thundercats ,” I murmured.
He resumed his torture, scraping his teeth over my other nipple, chuckling when I squealed. “Favorite 90’s band?”
I wanted him to stop talking. I wanted him to recite the phone book. Because his voice, in between the sensual taunts he lobbed at me with his mouth on my skin, had my hips rocking in greedy little thrusts. “Garbage,” I gasped.
His mouth moved over my stomach, and I tensed with anticipation. He wasn’t— Was he? He’d taste the latex, left over from the condom. He couldn’t—
He did.
The broad flat of his tongue swiped over my labia, parting the slick skin. “ Alex .” I propped myself up on my elbows. He lifted his head, fire in his eyes. Using his fingers, he held me open and traced the sensitive flesh with his tongue. On a moan, I fell back. If the taste didn’t bother him, who was I to complain?
He took his time, trying this or that, gauging my reactions, repeating maneuvers and discarding others. I squirmed as the pressure increased, seeking an outlet. My hips rose. Over and over. Pumping against his mouth. He lashed his tongue over my clit, then pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. “You gonna come for me, Hannah? You going to come all over my tongue?”
I was. He slid two fingers inside my cunt, crooked them, twisted them, scissored them to spread the swollen tissue. I cried out, the orgasm knocking me down in a brutal, hard punch.
Panting, I watched Alex prowl up my body, wiping his mouth and chin with his hand. He reached for a condom, but before he could roll it on, I took it from him, working it down his cock, circling the base with my fingers and squeezing tight.
“Lie back for me,” he rasped. I held out my arms for him, needing him close, needing his weight, his hips pinning mine. With a long, slow push, he stretched me again, and I wanted to weep, it felt so good.
I tilted my hips up and he growled, sliding in just a bit further. “Did I mention I love your cock?” I rasped. I clenched around him, needing to hear him moan. Needing everything. Needing him . “How thick it is. Fits me so well.”
To silence me, he plundered my mouth, tongue thrusting in concert with his hips, his cock stroking places inside I didn’t know existed. He hit something deep, over and over, the head of his dick rubbing it. “ Fuck! ” Whatever he was doing, it spun the dial on my arousal all the way up, and the power of it raced through me. I slid my hands down and pressed on his ass, trying to take in more of him. If I could tear myself open and swallow him whole, I would.
He licked a line up my throat. “You feel amazing. Tight. Hot. Will you come for me?” I would; the throbbing was almost unbearable. I whimpered in response. “Hold on just a little longer, sweetheart.”
I didn’t think I could. He plied me with deep, unhurried strokes, nerve endings lighting up with anticipation. He had me almost blind with need, the orgasm growing and growing, never breaking. I couldn’t take much more of this. I had to come.
“Bear down, Hannah.” He pushed the command out through gritted teeth, and I did as he asked. Release scorched me from the inside out, robbing me of air, of
Arousal flickered and caught, spreading slow heat through my veins. “Green.”
“Favorite book.” A nip into the crook of my neck, and I dug my nails into his back.
“ Perla .”
He’d kissed his way to my breasts, and he flicked his tongue over a nipple. “Haven’t heard of it.”
“It’s by—” dear GOD he needed to do that again— “Carolina DeRobertis. It’s about the lost children of Argentina’s Dirty War.”
“Hmm.” His lips were sealed around my nipple as he hummed, and the sensation arrowed straight to my core. I wound my legs around his hips. “Favorite cartoon from when you were a kid?” The question came out a little ragged, and I rocked my hips against him, smiling when he hissed.
“ Thundercats ,” I murmured.
He resumed his torture, scraping his teeth over my other nipple, chuckling when I squealed. “Favorite 90’s band?”
I wanted him to stop talking. I wanted him to recite the phone book. Because his voice, in between the sensual taunts he lobbed at me with his mouth on my skin, had my hips rocking in greedy little thrusts. “Garbage,” I gasped.
His mouth moved over my stomach, and I tensed with anticipation. He wasn’t— Was he? He’d taste the latex, left over from the condom. He couldn’t—
He did.
The broad flat of his tongue swiped over my labia, parting the slick skin. “ Alex .” I propped myself up on my elbows. He lifted his head, fire in his eyes. Using his fingers, he held me open and traced the sensitive flesh with his tongue. On a moan, I fell back. If the taste didn’t bother him, who was I to complain?
He took his time, trying this or that, gauging my reactions, repeating maneuvers and discarding others. I squirmed as the pressure increased, seeking an outlet. My hips rose. Over and over. Pumping against his mouth. He lashed his tongue over my clit, then pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. “You gonna come for me, Hannah? You going to come all over my tongue?”
I was. He slid two fingers inside my cunt, crooked them, twisted them, scissored them to spread the swollen tissue. I cried out, the orgasm knocking me down in a brutal, hard punch.
Panting, I watched Alex prowl up my body, wiping his mouth and chin with his hand. He reached for a condom, but before he could roll it on, I took it from him, working it down his cock, circling the base with my fingers and squeezing tight.
“Lie back for me,” he rasped. I held out my arms for him, needing him close, needing his weight, his hips pinning mine. With a long, slow push, he stretched me again, and I wanted to weep, it felt so good.
I tilted my hips up and he growled, sliding in just a bit further. “Did I mention I love your cock?” I rasped. I clenched around him, needing to hear him moan. Needing everything. Needing him . “How thick it is. Fits me so well.”
To silence me, he plundered my mouth, tongue thrusting in concert with his hips, his cock stroking places inside I didn’t know existed. He hit something deep, over and over, the head of his dick rubbing it. “ Fuck! ” Whatever he was doing, it spun the dial on my arousal all the way up, and the power of it raced through me. I slid my hands down and pressed on his ass, trying to take in more of him. If I could tear myself open and swallow him whole, I would.
He licked a line up my throat. “You feel amazing. Tight. Hot. Will you come for me?” I would; the throbbing was almost unbearable. I whimpered in response. “Hold on just a little longer, sweetheart.”
I didn’t think I could. He plied me with deep, unhurried strokes, nerve endings lighting up with anticipation. He had me almost blind with need, the orgasm growing and growing, never breaking. I couldn’t take much more of this. I had to come.
“Bear down, Hannah.” He pushed the command out through gritted teeth, and I did as he asked. Release scorched me from the inside out, robbing me of air, of
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