The second Natalieheard the fabric rip, her blood caught fire and she needed desperately to have this man, to touch him and hear his grunts of pleasure as she explored his body and he took her. She stood before him, her dress torn and baring her right leg and the G-string beneath. Vincent spotted it, too, but he was a man of patience.
His hands started at her ankles, massaging and caressing before they slithered higher. He kissed the back of her knee, and she gasped, knotting her fingers in his hair while those seeking hands of his reached up to cup her bare ass.
When the dress got in the way again, he tugged at the other slit, ripping the bottom part clean off. The act was so primal, Natalie’s heart threatened to pound out of her chest as her cleft quivered with anticipation of what this man would do with her. He kneaded her ass as his mouth licked and nipped along her thighs.
“Vincent,” she whispered, worried she would fall over.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’ll always hold you up.”
She believed him. When his warm breath brushed her soft curls, her eyes closed on a sigh. She had no idea what to expect. No man she had dated ever got past feeling up her boobs, and there was Vincent, kneeling at her feet and—
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
His mouth pressed against her clit and sucked hard through the thin, lacy fabric of her thong. She pressed his head closer on impulse, feeling his tongue poke and rub, circling her bead as his hands dragged the G-string down her legs. With the fabric gone, he tongued her cleft, spreading her legs wider with his hands. She couldn’t keep standing, there was no way, but his arm appeared around her waist again, and when he licked along her dripping cleft, she forgot why she cared whether she was standing.
He swirled around her wetness, sucking hard until her vision blurred and her hands slipped to his shoulders to keep herself upright. With each rub of his tongue, the pleasure built within her until her legs shook and she panted for air, moans slipping from her mouth. His tongue thrust within her, and she dug her nails hard into his shoulders. She thought this was as much as she could handle, but he managed to pick her up, carried her backwards to the bed, and laid her out. His mouth ravished her in seconds as he spread her legs even wider with his hands. Her hips rose and fell in time with his tonguing thrusts.
A small voice somewhere in the back of her mind said she should be embarrassed that his face was buried inside her vagina, but she was too far gone to feel anything but the ecstasy that damn mouth gave her. She rode hard against him as he grabbed her hips and held her to his lips. The orgasm grew before it shattered, dragging a scream from her mouth, the spasm shooting through her body before her limbs weakened. Gasping for air, she lifted her head to see him grinning up at her, licking his lips. Another shudder of ecstasy threatened to explode watching that single action, and she scooted to the edge of the bed. When she kissed him, leaning down over him, she tasted herself on his lips. She pulled him back with her onto the bed. Her hands worked at his belt, desperate to feel that hard cock in her hand, the one she’d felt so many times begging for her touch.
Their touches were urgent as she undid his pants, and his fingers finally found the zipper at the back of the dress. Their laughter filled the room as each worked to get the other undressed first. The second his pants were down, her hand surrounded his shaft, moving in a steady rhythm from the base to the tip. Her thumb lingered over the crown, admiring how soft the flesh was there.
He rolled them over, gently removing what remained of her dress from her body, and undid her bra with one pinch of his fingers. He tossed it over the bed and buried his face between the soft mounds of flesh. Natalie’s hand stretched lower, following the curve of his shoulders to the slope at the small of his back. His ass was taut and well-toned. She gave his cheeks a good squeeze, and he grunted before sucking her nipple hard into his mouth. Her back arched off the bed, and he spread her legs with his knee. When his tip pressed against her lips, she slithered out of his grasp and rolled him onto his back.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to taste you first.”
“If you play with him too much—shit, never mind,” he groaned. “Play away. Dear mother of God, woman.”
His hips bucked, and Natalie smirked as she ran her hand down his cock while sucking more of him into her mouth. Each time, she went down slow, lingering as her tongue massaged his flesh before letting him slip out again. While she explored what drove him crazy, his hand snuck up between his legs. His fingers spread her lips and twisted within her soaking sheath. She gasped as he spread her, stretching her. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, and he cursed, his fingers thrusting even faster within her body. Her breasts rubbed against his thigh, hardening her nipples and driving her closer to the edge again. His thumb pressed into her clit as his fingers continued their movement, each twist inside her rubbing against that small, sensual spot left untouched all this time. When she came, her mouth was around his cock, and she pumped her hand up and down, sharing her pleasure as much as she could with him before he gripped her around the waist and dragged her up his body.
When their lips met, she thought an inferno started somewhere deep in her soul. His crown pressed against her folds as his mouth trailed down her neck, kissing and caressing her breasts. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing against him until he grunted with need.
“Take your time,” he muttered, even though he clearly struggled to control himself.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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