breasts and her shoulders, while his fingers searched for and found the core of her pleasure. She was hot, wet and swollen, ready. So very ready for him. And still he tortured her with his touch.
She plunged her hands between their bodies to capture the prize she sought. With his shaft throbbing in her trembling hands, she let her fingertips barely brush the fine hairs on the swelling below it. His hips heaved, as if he were holding himself in check only with colossal effort. She watched his face contort into lip-biting torment. She closed her hands on his shaft with a gentle pressure and his entire body shuddered.
His kisses burned their way down the side of her neck with little nips of his teeth and lips. As last he fastened his teeth on one nipple while his fingers massaged the other. Air whistled in and out of her lungs in tortured gasps, and her legs pushed apart to find the most comfortable position to take his weight. She was vaguely aware he was using his hands to protect her from the floor even as he thrust his body against hers in near demented movement.
Crystal bowed her head, awed by the sleek power of those hips and thighs held in check over her. She caressed his muscular back and his firm buttocks to urge him on. Her reward came when he buried himself inside her with one plunge. Sweet, hot waves of rapture drove through her as she took him in, gripped his length in a velvet casing of pure delight.
She no longer knew which of them the sobs were coming from and she didn’t care. All she knew was that this was perfect, even better than she had ever imagined it could be.
“Crystal,” he gasped. “Oh, Crystal, I can’t stop. So good.”
He drove into her time and again until she spasmed in climax, burrowing her mouth into his chest to muffle her cries of pleasure. With a shout, Key spewed his seed into her.
When he immediately slid free of her, she whimpered in protest, grabbing him in reflex. Only then did her brain finally transmit that the sharp noises he was making now weren’t exactly happy.
He was groaning something like, “Woo, woo, woo, knees, leg, cramp, hurts. Owwww!”
Alarmed, she tried to ease out of the complicated entanglement of their bodies. Now she was aware of not only his jerky movements, but also of her discomforts: the heaviness of his body on hers, his elbow jabbing her rib, the awkward angle of her head jammed up against the side of the couch and the scratchiness of the carpet under her. Her brain clanged with half-registered alarms. Awkwardly, they helped one another to their feet.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry!” she cried, reaching for his leg. Pained remorse edged out her satisfaction, while some bigger dismay churned around the edges of her consciousness. Something big was not right about all this. If she could have a single minute to get her head together she might be able to think, but all she could focus on right now, with foggy tenacity, was getting Key off his bad leg.
She wrapped her arms around his sweat-slickened chest, trying to support him as he hopped and skipped about her.
“What should I—?” she began, when his kiss cut her off. Her mouth opened to take all of his tongue and her head swirled with reawakened desires.
“Bed,” he mouthed against her teeth.
CHAPTER 5
Crystal awakened to the velvety steel shaft of manhood pressing against the back of her thighs. Even before she came fully awake, her body recognized Key at some elemental level: the texture of his skin, the smell of his body, the rhythm of his heartbeat. She gasped with the realization that this was no erotic dream. She was in Key’s bed and he was plastered against her body in a sweaty, sticky, gloppy joining. And they were both stark naked without even a sheet over them. It should have been nasty. But it wasn’t. Oh, God, it wasn’t.
Crystal lay in rigid denial, trying to come to grips with what must have happened. The room was dark and silent, except for the whish, whish of the
She plunged her hands between their bodies to capture the prize she sought. With his shaft throbbing in her trembling hands, she let her fingertips barely brush the fine hairs on the swelling below it. His hips heaved, as if he were holding himself in check only with colossal effort. She watched his face contort into lip-biting torment. She closed her hands on his shaft with a gentle pressure and his entire body shuddered.
His kisses burned their way down the side of her neck with little nips of his teeth and lips. As last he fastened his teeth on one nipple while his fingers massaged the other. Air whistled in and out of her lungs in tortured gasps, and her legs pushed apart to find the most comfortable position to take his weight. She was vaguely aware he was using his hands to protect her from the floor even as he thrust his body against hers in near demented movement.
Crystal bowed her head, awed by the sleek power of those hips and thighs held in check over her. She caressed his muscular back and his firm buttocks to urge him on. Her reward came when he buried himself inside her with one plunge. Sweet, hot waves of rapture drove through her as she took him in, gripped his length in a velvet casing of pure delight.
She no longer knew which of them the sobs were coming from and she didn’t care. All she knew was that this was perfect, even better than she had ever imagined it could be.
“Crystal,” he gasped. “Oh, Crystal, I can’t stop. So good.”
He drove into her time and again until she spasmed in climax, burrowing her mouth into his chest to muffle her cries of pleasure. With a shout, Key spewed his seed into her.
When he immediately slid free of her, she whimpered in protest, grabbing him in reflex. Only then did her brain finally transmit that the sharp noises he was making now weren’t exactly happy.
He was groaning something like, “Woo, woo, woo, knees, leg, cramp, hurts. Owwww!”
Alarmed, she tried to ease out of the complicated entanglement of their bodies. Now she was aware of not only his jerky movements, but also of her discomforts: the heaviness of his body on hers, his elbow jabbing her rib, the awkward angle of her head jammed up against the side of the couch and the scratchiness of the carpet under her. Her brain clanged with half-registered alarms. Awkwardly, they helped one another to their feet.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry!” she cried, reaching for his leg. Pained remorse edged out her satisfaction, while some bigger dismay churned around the edges of her consciousness. Something big was not right about all this. If she could have a single minute to get her head together she might be able to think, but all she could focus on right now, with foggy tenacity, was getting Key off his bad leg.
She wrapped her arms around his sweat-slickened chest, trying to support him as he hopped and skipped about her.
“What should I—?” she began, when his kiss cut her off. Her mouth opened to take all of his tongue and her head swirled with reawakened desires.
“Bed,” he mouthed against her teeth.
CHAPTER 5
Crystal awakened to the velvety steel shaft of manhood pressing against the back of her thighs. Even before she came fully awake, her body recognized Key at some elemental level: the texture of his skin, the smell of his body, the rhythm of his heartbeat. She gasped with the realization that this was no erotic dream. She was in Key’s bed and he was plastered against her body in a sweaty, sticky, gloppy joining. And they were both stark naked without even a sheet over them. It should have been nasty. But it wasn’t. Oh, God, it wasn’t.
Crystal lay in rigid denial, trying to come to grips with what must have happened. The room was dark and silent, except for the whish, whish of the
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