hoped so. He lowered his torso until his
impressive rigidity was right where it should be. She had many
naughty dreams the last few nights. Catherine had always possessed
a vivid imagination. Nothing in her dreams had prepared her for the
raw lust that made her body hum and tremble with such
intensity.
Joey ground his hips into hers in answer to
her sensual movements.
"Feel me, Cathy. Feel how I want
you."
She moaned. Surely this desirous voice did not
belong to her. Oh heavens, she did not just growl and groan as a
wild animal in heat?
Joey's hand moved to her breast and cupped it.
Catherine was wearing what Joey called a 'bra' and it was certainly
was a nice change from the layers of restricting undergarments she
was used to. The warmth of his hand caused another heated moan to
escape her lips. Joey's thumb flicked by her nipple and her hips
rose off the couch in answer. He lifted her top until her bra was
exposed then he deftly freed one of her breasts from the
undergarment.
Oh.
Their gazes locked. She had heard the term
'smoldering desire' and believed it the tripe of naughty, lewd
novels until she saw the twin flames in Joey's denim colored eyes.
She now knew desire truly existed.
He lowered his head and caught her nipple
between his teeth, bit down, and then flicked his tongue across it.
Electric shock waves sparked her nerve endings. The sizzle went
straight to her womb. Moist, hot desire gushed from the most
private part of her. Catherine gasped and then her throat squeezed
shut. Before she could form another thought, Joey's lips were on
her breast, sucking and licking. His hand cupped her breast and he
squeezed and kneaded in time with his deep throated sucking. She
was going to burst into flame. Her breath rushed out in a jagged
huff.
She continued pumping her hips and Joey
matched her movements. How naughty, how utterly delicious. Joey's hot, masterful lips moved from her breast back to her mouth,
the thrusts of his tongue matching the thrusts of his slim muscular
hips. Her hands gripped both sides of his head, fingers entwined in
his black, silken hair. Catherine kissed him back with equal fervor
and passion. Time seemed to spin by. The temperature in the room
shot up several notches and the heat they were generating made her
feel like she was foreign presence in her own skin.
Their breathing became more ragged and raw.
Joey pulled back, his chest heaving.
"Jesus!" He gasped.
He started to move away from her but she
grasped a fistful of his shirt.
"I want more, I want it all."
****
Joey's eyes widened. Damn, she was hot. She
was a virgin, right? He never asked, he just assumed. He was so
close to spilling in his pants.
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb
caressing her red, swollen lips. "What do you want?"
"I want you to show me everything a man and
woman can do to each other to give pleasure. I want to see you
naked. I want this." Her small feminine hand grasped his erection.
He shuddered, moaned, and climaxed right in his pants . Friggin'
hell, how embarrassing.
Her hand darted away. "Oh heavens, what did I
do?"
He vibrated and shook from his release. She
sounded worried, a little frightened and her innocence was an
erotic jolt to his shuddering body. Cathy had no idea about any of
this. With shaky legs he stood, one hand braced on the back of the
couch and his other hand cupped his cock. His prick was hard,
sensitive, and he wasn't done. The orgasm was intense. His entire
body quaked. He shook his head then focused on Cathy.
"You didn't hurt me, far from it. Your touch
made me come. Ah..." How to explain this? "Do you know what
I'm saying?"
She shook her head, puzzled uncertainty on her
sweet, flushed face.
"Give me a minute. I'll be back." He limped
off to the bathroom, feeling foolish. Spilling himself like
teenager was humiliating. Cathy had him worked up. Joey closed the
bathroom door, leaned against the wall, and glanced in the mirror.
His face was flushed and his eyes burned with
impressive rigidity was right where it should be. She had many
naughty dreams the last few nights. Catherine had always possessed
a vivid imagination. Nothing in her dreams had prepared her for the
raw lust that made her body hum and tremble with such
intensity.
Joey ground his hips into hers in answer to
her sensual movements.
"Feel me, Cathy. Feel how I want
you."
She moaned. Surely this desirous voice did not
belong to her. Oh heavens, she did not just growl and groan as a
wild animal in heat?
Joey's hand moved to her breast and cupped it.
Catherine was wearing what Joey called a 'bra' and it was certainly
was a nice change from the layers of restricting undergarments she
was used to. The warmth of his hand caused another heated moan to
escape her lips. Joey's thumb flicked by her nipple and her hips
rose off the couch in answer. He lifted her top until her bra was
exposed then he deftly freed one of her breasts from the
undergarment.
Oh.
Their gazes locked. She had heard the term
'smoldering desire' and believed it the tripe of naughty, lewd
novels until she saw the twin flames in Joey's denim colored eyes.
She now knew desire truly existed.
He lowered his head and caught her nipple
between his teeth, bit down, and then flicked his tongue across it.
Electric shock waves sparked her nerve endings. The sizzle went
straight to her womb. Moist, hot desire gushed from the most
private part of her. Catherine gasped and then her throat squeezed
shut. Before she could form another thought, Joey's lips were on
her breast, sucking and licking. His hand cupped her breast and he
squeezed and kneaded in time with his deep throated sucking. She
was going to burst into flame. Her breath rushed out in a jagged
huff.
She continued pumping her hips and Joey
matched her movements. How naughty, how utterly delicious. Joey's hot, masterful lips moved from her breast back to her mouth,
the thrusts of his tongue matching the thrusts of his slim muscular
hips. Her hands gripped both sides of his head, fingers entwined in
his black, silken hair. Catherine kissed him back with equal fervor
and passion. Time seemed to spin by. The temperature in the room
shot up several notches and the heat they were generating made her
feel like she was foreign presence in her own skin.
Their breathing became more ragged and raw.
Joey pulled back, his chest heaving.
"Jesus!" He gasped.
He started to move away from her but she
grasped a fistful of his shirt.
"I want more, I want it all."
****
Joey's eyes widened. Damn, she was hot. She
was a virgin, right? He never asked, he just assumed. He was so
close to spilling in his pants.
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb
caressing her red, swollen lips. "What do you want?"
"I want you to show me everything a man and
woman can do to each other to give pleasure. I want to see you
naked. I want this." Her small feminine hand grasped his erection.
He shuddered, moaned, and climaxed right in his pants . Friggin'
hell, how embarrassing.
Her hand darted away. "Oh heavens, what did I
do?"
He vibrated and shook from his release. She
sounded worried, a little frightened and her innocence was an
erotic jolt to his shuddering body. Cathy had no idea about any of
this. With shaky legs he stood, one hand braced on the back of the
couch and his other hand cupped his cock. His prick was hard,
sensitive, and he wasn't done. The orgasm was intense. His entire
body quaked. He shook his head then focused on Cathy.
"You didn't hurt me, far from it. Your touch
made me come. Ah..." How to explain this? "Do you know what
I'm saying?"
She shook her head, puzzled uncertainty on her
sweet, flushed face.
"Give me a minute. I'll be back." He limped
off to the bathroom, feeling foolish. Spilling himself like
teenager was humiliating. Cathy had him worked up. Joey closed the
bathroom door, leaned against the wall, and glanced in the mirror.
His face was flushed and his eyes burned with
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