the bathroom. He
slides forward on the seat of the chair.
“Kiss me,” he utters holding his erection. I glance up at him, and he runs his
tongue over his top teeth. It’s arousing, very arousing, to see his desire, his
naked desire for me and my mouth. Leaning forward, my eyes on his, I kiss
the tip of his erection. I watch him inhale sharply and clench his teeth.
Christian cups the side of my head, and I run my tongue over the tip, tasting
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he tastes good. His mouth drops open further as he gasps and I pounce,
pulling him into my mouth and sucking hard.
“Ah—” The air hisses through his teeth, and he flexes his hips forward,
thrusting into my mouth. But I don’t stop. Sheathing my teeth behind my lips, I
push down and then pull up on him. He moves both hands so that he fully
cups my head, burying his fingers in my hair and slowly eases himself in and
out of my mouth, his breathing quickening, growing harsher. I twirl my tongue
around his tip and push down again in perfect counterpoint to him.
around his tip and push down again in perfect counterpoint to him.
“Jesus, Ana.” He sighs and screws his eyes tightly. He’s lost and it’s heady,
his response to me. Me. My inner goddess could light up Escala, she’s so
thrilled. And very slowly I draw my lips back, so it’s just my teeth.
“Ah!” Christian stops moving. Leaning forward he grabs me and pulls me up
onto his lap.
“Enough!” he growls. Reaching behind me, he frees my hands with one tug
on my panties. I flex my wrists and stare from under my lashes into scorching
eyes that gaze back at me with love and longing and lust. And I realize it’s
me that wants to fuck him seven shades of Sunday. I want him badly. I want to
watch him come apart beneath me. I grab his erection and scoot over him.
Placing my other hand on his shoulder, very gently and slowly, I ease myself
onto him. He makes a guttural, feral noise deep in his throat and, reaching
up, pulls my blouse
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