away long enough to tear it over his head and fling it aside. That was better. She kneaded her fingers into his bare chest. Marveled at the combination of fine hairs and firm muscle dancing under her touch.
He leaned her back, feet still on the floor. The faint but intoxicating scent of his cologne flooded her thoughts. She wanted to dive into every new feeling and lose herself in all of them. When he lay on his side next to her, she tilted her head up enough to flick her tongue over a flat brown nub on his chest. He pushed her shirt up, scraping her skin with the hem.
His every touch was frantic and desperate, mirroring her own need. He shoved her bra out of the way and pinched her nipple. She gasped and squirmed against him with each new pull. His erection dug into her hip. Taunting.
He spent several minutes on one side. Tugging, twisting, and eliciting a combination of sharp pain and exquisite pleasure. Then he moved to the other, to give it the same attention. Every time she shifted, to draw closer, her legs rubbed together. Her pussy begged for attention. She covered his hand with hers and guided it down her stomach.
He kissed a trail along her jaw, to her ear. “I adore that you know what you like.” She felt as much as heard the growl in his whispered words. He made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans.
“Right now, I’m pretty fond of you.” Her words melted into a whimper when he glided below the waist of her panties and parted her folds.
“Only right now?” He trailed along her slit, drawing nearer to her clit with each pass, but never touching it. “I’ll have to make sure that lasts.”
He finally honed in on her aching center, and she jerked into his hand. He teased and coaxed, drawing back each time her breathing became stuttered gasps. When he focused his attentions on her clit, rubbing and not letting up, a wave rolled through and over her. Enveloping her. Flooding her senses with her orgasm. She screamed when she came, riding his touch, until it was too much and she shuddered away involuntarily.
He laid soft pecks along her neck, until he reached her mouth. “I think that’s become one of my favorite pastimes.”
Gwen struggled to catch her breath. “What’s that?”
“Watching you come.”
Her cheeks warmed, and she had to tell herself not to turn away from his gaze. She didn’t know how he stole her bravado and made her blush with a few simple words. In a way, she loved it. Wanted more. Another bit of her was terrified that she might be losing part of herself in whatever this was. She forced the sudden shyness aside and dragged her nails up his back. “I want you inside me.”
“I like that, too.” He stood. “Which drawer?”
She nodded at the nightstand. While he grabbed a condom, she peeled off her shirt and bra, and squirmed out of her pants. He let his jeans fall to the floor and sheathed himself. The little pauses were enough for her mind to wander, and she didn’t want that. Losing herself in now , in him, felt good. She scooted to the middle of the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, trying to look seductive.
He crawled toward her and knocked her back with a playful shove. “You really don’t have to try. I can’t take my eyes off you, even without the awkward poses.” He wedged a knee between her legs and moved forward. Supporting himself on one arm, he guided his cock along her slit. When he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt, she sank into the pleasure of being stretched out.
Each time he rocked against her, she met his movements, and the slow rhythm increased in tempo. Faster, harder, until he pounded her, pulling her deeper into each new plunge.
He rested a hand on either side of her head, watching her, brow creased. “. You feel so good. So tight.”
“That’s not all me. It doesn’t hurt that you’re well hung.” She hooked her legs on his hips, feet meeting over his ass, and held him close. “Or maybe it does. In the
He leaned her back, feet still on the floor. The faint but intoxicating scent of his cologne flooded her thoughts. She wanted to dive into every new feeling and lose herself in all of them. When he lay on his side next to her, she tilted her head up enough to flick her tongue over a flat brown nub on his chest. He pushed her shirt up, scraping her skin with the hem.
His every touch was frantic and desperate, mirroring her own need. He shoved her bra out of the way and pinched her nipple. She gasped and squirmed against him with each new pull. His erection dug into her hip. Taunting.
He spent several minutes on one side. Tugging, twisting, and eliciting a combination of sharp pain and exquisite pleasure. Then he moved to the other, to give it the same attention. Every time she shifted, to draw closer, her legs rubbed together. Her pussy begged for attention. She covered his hand with hers and guided it down her stomach.
He kissed a trail along her jaw, to her ear. “I adore that you know what you like.” She felt as much as heard the growl in his whispered words. He made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans.
“Right now, I’m pretty fond of you.” Her words melted into a whimper when he glided below the waist of her panties and parted her folds.
“Only right now?” He trailed along her slit, drawing nearer to her clit with each pass, but never touching it. “I’ll have to make sure that lasts.”
He finally honed in on her aching center, and she jerked into his hand. He teased and coaxed, drawing back each time her breathing became stuttered gasps. When he focused his attentions on her clit, rubbing and not letting up, a wave rolled through and over her. Enveloping her. Flooding her senses with her orgasm. She screamed when she came, riding his touch, until it was too much and she shuddered away involuntarily.
He laid soft pecks along her neck, until he reached her mouth. “I think that’s become one of my favorite pastimes.”
Gwen struggled to catch her breath. “What’s that?”
“Watching you come.”
Her cheeks warmed, and she had to tell herself not to turn away from his gaze. She didn’t know how he stole her bravado and made her blush with a few simple words. In a way, she loved it. Wanted more. Another bit of her was terrified that she might be losing part of herself in whatever this was. She forced the sudden shyness aside and dragged her nails up his back. “I want you inside me.”
“I like that, too.” He stood. “Which drawer?”
She nodded at the nightstand. While he grabbed a condom, she peeled off her shirt and bra, and squirmed out of her pants. He let his jeans fall to the floor and sheathed himself. The little pauses were enough for her mind to wander, and she didn’t want that. Losing herself in now , in him, felt good. She scooted to the middle of the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, trying to look seductive.
He crawled toward her and knocked her back with a playful shove. “You really don’t have to try. I can’t take my eyes off you, even without the awkward poses.” He wedged a knee between her legs and moved forward. Supporting himself on one arm, he guided his cock along her slit. When he thrust inside, burying himself to the hilt, she sank into the pleasure of being stretched out.
Each time he rocked against her, she met his movements, and the slow rhythm increased in tempo. Faster, harder, until he pounded her, pulling her deeper into each new plunge.
He rested a hand on either side of her head, watching her, brow creased. “. You feel so good. So tight.”
“That’s not all me. It doesn’t hurt that you’re well hung.” She hooked her legs on his hips, feet meeting over his ass, and held him close. “Or maybe it does. In the
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