ion, my hair falling like a veil
around me, down to my breasts. His gray gaze holds mine as he gently
pushes my legs apart as far as they’ll go. I lean back on my hands—knowing
full well what he’s going to do. But . . . he’s just . . . um . . .
“You are so fucking beautiful, Ana,” he breathes, and I watch his copperhaired
head dip and plant a trail of kisses up my right thigh, heading north.
My whole body clenches in anticipation. He glances up at me, his eyes
darkening through long lashes.
“Watch,” he rasps then his mouth is on me.
Oh my. I cry out as the world is concentrated at the apex of my thighs, and
it’s so erotic— Fuck—watching him. Watching his tongue against what feels
like the most sensitive part of my body. And he shows no mercy, teasing and
taunting, worshipping me. My body tenses and my arms start to tremble from
the strain of staying upright.
“No . . . ah,” I murmur. Gently, he eases one long finger inside me and I can
bear it no more, collapsing back onto the bed, relishing this mouth and
fingers on and in me. Slowly and gently, he massages that sweet, sweet spot
deep inside me. And that’s it—I’m gone. I explode around him, crying out an
incoherent rendition of his name as my intense orgasm arches my back off
the bed. I think I see stars it’s such a visceral primal feeling . . . Vaguely I’m
aware that he’s nuzzling my belly, giving me soft, sweet kisses. Reaching
down, I caress his hair.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmurs. And before I’ve fully come back to
Seattle, Planet Earth, he’s reaching for me, grasping my hips and pulling me
off the bed to where’s he’s kneeling, and into his waiting lap and onto his
waiting erection.
I gasp as he fills me. Holy cow . . .
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“Oh, baby,” he breathes as he wraps his arms around me and stills, cradling
my head and kissing my face. He flexes his hips, and pleasure spikes hot
and hard from deep within me. He reaches for my behind and lifts me,
rocking his groin upward.
“Ah,”
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