perfect pink nipples.” He thumbed them as he spoke,
teasing them so that they tightened almost painfully.
“You’re pretty perfect
yourself.” Her voice was husky with passion, sounding unlike her. She framed
his face with her hands, pausing for a long kiss before speaking again. “The
minute I saw you in the lounge, I thought to myself that you were a perfect
specimen.”
His lips twisted. “Except for a bum knee and no future.”
Sandra kissed him again,
aware of the tension leaving him as she worked her mouth on his, her lips
tracing his. She sucked in his lower lip to nibble on it, and Jake’s body
jerked beneath her. “Perfect,” she said against his lips.
For the moment, he seemed
to have forgotten his woes. Jake lifted her higher, breaking contact with her
mouth, to bring her breasts closer. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall
back when he lowered his head to taste one of her breasts. Exhaling through her
teeth kept her from shouting her pleasure when he licked the contour of her
breast, slowly swirling his tongue around the areola before homing in on her
nipple. When he sucked the bud into his mouth, she couldn’t stifle a whimper.
Nor could she keep her hips from bucking against his stomach. Liquid heat
pooled in her pussy, and her clit pulsed with need as he sucked.
Jake tested the contours
of her breast with maddening thoroughness. His tongue swirled over every inch
before his lips repeated the process prior to returning to her nipple. She
moaned, once again thrusting against him in search of relief. He raked his
teeth across the sensitive bud, and she grasped handfuls of his hair, not sure
if she wanted to end the discomfort by pushing him away, or if she wanted to
pull him closer, to encourage him to bite harder.
He made the decision for
her by slowly, carefully applying more pressure with his teeth. A prick of pain
accompanied the action, but it faded when he soothed the nipple with his
tongue. The swipe of his tongue over the peak made her cry out. In an attempt
to ease the ache, she tightened her thighs around his hips and lifted herself
higher to push her pussy more firmly against his tight stomach.
The material of the dress
chafed her skin, and she shifted restlessly, wanting to feel her naked skin
against his.
Jake cupped her hips.
“What do you want, babe?”
“I want to be naked.”
Sandra licked her lips, still tasting his essence on them. “I want you naked so
I can touch every inch of you.”
He chuckled. “That’s
doable.” As he spoke, Jake leaned forward, hands at the hem of his polo shirt.
Sandra wriggled off his
lap, deliberately rubbing her pussy against his thigh in the process. Liquid
heat pooled between her lips when she stood up to kick off her shoes and push
down the dress. The miniscule black panties and stockings followed, landing
somewhere in the vicinity of where she’d tossed aside the dress.
“You’re beautiful,
Sandra.” Jake shed the rest of his clothes, but his eyes never left her pussy.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
When he’d disrobed, Jake
leaned back against the couch, palms splayed on the cushions. He didn’t move,
making it clear that she should take the initiative. While she could easily
envision climbing atop him again and sliding her body against his, it took her
a moment to stride forward. She was too taken by the mouthwatering sight of his
erect cock jutting upward, as if challenging her to look away. Long and thick,
it curved slightly, angling the purple head in such a way that she could see it
perfectly. A drop of liquid quivered on the tip before rolling down his cock.
She yearned to intercept
the droplet before it disappeared into his curly, blond pubic hair, but it was gone
even as the thought crystallized.
Finally, Sandra stepped
toward him, kneeling in front of the couch. Jake’s sharp inhalation and the
spasm of his stomach muscles betrayed his assumption that she was going to take
his cock into her mouth. She gave