the hem of the t-shirt and pulling it over my head in one fluid motion. His eyes were transfixed by my breasts, barely concealed by the diaphanous material. “Fuck,” he exhaled, his voice deep and husky. A moment later, he was sliding his body downward so he could suckle one of my nipples through the material.
My back arched, bowing into him. Instantly, my desire deepened and pooled at the apex of my thighs as he nipped and laved over the lace. The thin, coarse texture created the perfect amount of friction and sensation. As I panted and moaned, he continued the pleasurable torment, mixing the right amount of pain from his playful nips to counteract the soothing, sweet relief of his tongue and lips. My hands were in his hair, then on his shoulders, clawing into his toned deltoids. If he continued any longer, I would reach climax with nothing more than this erogenous stimulation.
My breath came in ragged heaves, and he sensed I was getting close. As I dug my nails into his tight, toned muscles, he bit down a final time. I screamed his name, and my walls clenched painfully, finding nothing to grip. He covered my mouth with a brief kiss, and as I tried to catch my breath from this new experience, he planted soft kisses along the column of my neck and sucked gently against my pulse point.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I breathed.
He stopped his tender ministrations and smiled. “Actually, I think you did that.” I reached for the stiff protrusion seeking freedom from his pajama shorts, but he grabbed my hand. “This is my way of apologizing, so let me pleasure you.”
Lying back, I stared up at him expectantly through my lashes. “Then make love to me, now, Michael. Please.” My voice was filled with need and lust.
Without hesitating he reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a condom. He placed the foil package next to me as he stood up, removing the only article of clothing he wore –his pajama shorts. Slowly, he crept back up my body. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my thong, and I lifted my hips as he pulled it down my legs and flung it behind him. I giggled, and he bent and kissed the hidden bud nestled at the top of my folds, sucking it gently before swirling his tongue around the overly sensitive flesh. My body reacted, but I reached down, grabbing a fistful of that perfect length of dark brown hair, and pulling his head away from my center. He understood that I needed him inside of me.
Kneelin g above me, I ran my hands along his powerful thighs, enjoying the sight of the perfect muscular V that culminated with his full, throbbing cock. I licked my lips as he sheathed his member in the condom. He positioned himself at my entrance, and as I ran my hands up his washboard abs, he slid into me.
“Oh, Lexie,” he exhaled, burying himself to the hilt in my molten center. His eyes rolled back as he relished the tight, slippery heaven my body provided.
That first moment of complete fullness was unbelievable , and I rolled my hips, allowing my walls to fully stretch around him. Leaning over me, he held his weight on his forearms as his mouth found mine. Parting my lips, his tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues battled as he began rocking in and out of me, alternating his speed and force. I sucked his tongue hard as he thrust deeper. He groaned. His thrusts came in quicker, shorter strokes as he neared release. I tilted my hips, and locked my ankles around his waist, forcing him deeper and making sure he hit just the right spot with each delightful penetration.
His mouth released mine, and he buried his head at the crook of my neck. As he slammed his throbbing, steel-like cock into my pussy, my legs began to tremble. The trembling moved up my thighs and settled at my core, releasing in unstoppable quakes as my entire body was wracked with tremors. My pussy clenched in spasms, milking him and sending him over the edge. He cried out muffled expletives as he
My back arched, bowing into him. Instantly, my desire deepened and pooled at the apex of my thighs as he nipped and laved over the lace. The thin, coarse texture created the perfect amount of friction and sensation. As I panted and moaned, he continued the pleasurable torment, mixing the right amount of pain from his playful nips to counteract the soothing, sweet relief of his tongue and lips. My hands were in his hair, then on his shoulders, clawing into his toned deltoids. If he continued any longer, I would reach climax with nothing more than this erogenous stimulation.
My breath came in ragged heaves, and he sensed I was getting close. As I dug my nails into his tight, toned muscles, he bit down a final time. I screamed his name, and my walls clenched painfully, finding nothing to grip. He covered my mouth with a brief kiss, and as I tried to catch my breath from this new experience, he planted soft kisses along the column of my neck and sucked gently against my pulse point.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” I breathed.
He stopped his tender ministrations and smiled. “Actually, I think you did that.” I reached for the stiff protrusion seeking freedom from his pajama shorts, but he grabbed my hand. “This is my way of apologizing, so let me pleasure you.”
Lying back, I stared up at him expectantly through my lashes. “Then make love to me, now, Michael. Please.” My voice was filled with need and lust.
Without hesitating he reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a condom. He placed the foil package next to me as he stood up, removing the only article of clothing he wore –his pajama shorts. Slowly, he crept back up my body. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my thong, and I lifted my hips as he pulled it down my legs and flung it behind him. I giggled, and he bent and kissed the hidden bud nestled at the top of my folds, sucking it gently before swirling his tongue around the overly sensitive flesh. My body reacted, but I reached down, grabbing a fistful of that perfect length of dark brown hair, and pulling his head away from my center. He understood that I needed him inside of me.
Kneelin g above me, I ran my hands along his powerful thighs, enjoying the sight of the perfect muscular V that culminated with his full, throbbing cock. I licked my lips as he sheathed his member in the condom. He positioned himself at my entrance, and as I ran my hands up his washboard abs, he slid into me.
“Oh, Lexie,” he exhaled, burying himself to the hilt in my molten center. His eyes rolled back as he relished the tight, slippery heaven my body provided.
That first moment of complete fullness was unbelievable , and I rolled my hips, allowing my walls to fully stretch around him. Leaning over me, he held his weight on his forearms as his mouth found mine. Parting my lips, his tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues battled as he began rocking in and out of me, alternating his speed and force. I sucked his tongue hard as he thrust deeper. He groaned. His thrusts came in quicker, shorter strokes as he neared release. I tilted my hips, and locked my ankles around his waist, forcing him deeper and making sure he hit just the right spot with each delightful penetration.
His mouth released mine, and he buried his head at the crook of my neck. As he slammed his throbbing, steel-like cock into my pussy, my legs began to tremble. The trembling moved up my thighs and settled at my core, releasing in unstoppable quakes as my entire body was wracked with tremors. My pussy clenched in spasms, milking him and sending him over the edge. He cried out muffled expletives as he
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