Laid Bare
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Bursts of pleasure, feeling, emotion, colors, sounds and scents buffeted her as he ate her pu**y. His thumbs teased her gate, dipping in slightly and sliding ’round and ’round as he abraded her clit with his teeth, just before sucking it into his mouth as he feathered it with his tongue.
The deep moan she heard was her own, but she didn’t remember making it. All she thought of was the orgasm that boiled through her, taking over everything in its wake until she managed the strength to push his head away because she couldn’t take it anymore.
Todd struggled to take a deep enough breath, but when he did, he pulled her essence in deeper. Jesus God, he was in deep.
Her cunt tasted like spicy honey. Her scent teased him from his hands and mouth, and she lay before him like a buffet.
I like it hard.
He was fast losing perspective; the reins he kept so tight had begun to get away from him and he wasn’t so sure he wanted them back.
She opened her eyes and stared at him as he looked her over. The intricate tattoo on her belly connected to the one covering most of her back. The tree of life. On her belly lay roses and ivy. They embodied her. Sharp, barbed and yet beautiful and essential. Sweet and intoxicating.
“That was magnificent.”
Her velvety voice sounded lazy and satisfied, and he smiled. He’d planned to order a pizza and watch a baseball game. Eating Erin’s pu**y had been far better.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” He only barely resisted the urge to fist his c**k a few times. There was something about her that removed his normal inhibitions. He wanted to f**k her tits, wanted to come all over her pretty skin, wanted to eat her again. He wanted everything, and that rawness made him shake a bit.
“Your c**k is hard again. You gonna do something with it?”
“Turn over.”
She moaned then and flipped to her belly. “Condoms in my pocket.”
He lay across her back, sliding his c**k between the cheeks of her ass while he reached the top drawer of his nightstand. “I’ve got it.”
Unable to resist, he pressed a kiss to her back before getting to his knees and rolling the condom on.
“Ass up, Erin. I’m going to f**k you from behind.” The more he gave voice to his desires, the better it felt. The easier it became.
She got to her knees, her upper body still on the bed. She was going to kill him, but it’d be worth it. The long line of her spine led him past the sweet, high cheeks of her ass and down to her pu**y. Her thighs glistened with her honey as the scent of her hung in the room.
He nudged the head of his c**k down the line of her ass, the heat of her cunt guiding him as he pressed into her body in one hard thrust.
Her inner walls fluttered around his cock, but it was the soft sigh she made when he seated himself completely that nearly did him in.
“More.” She pressed against him, her ass fitting in the cradle of his hips.
So he gave her what she asked for. Hard and a bit rough. Increasing his speed, he grabbed her hips to hold her in position, placing her just the way he wanted as he f**ked into her body with deep, feral digs of his cock.
She received him, rolling her hips to take him as deeply as she could each time he thrust. The sounds she made buffeted him, soft moans, whimpers of entreaty—all because he’d made her feel that way. He’d controlled her responses.
The embrace of her pu**y intoxicated him, drew climax closer each time he pushed into her body and the wet clasp of her took him in.
“You feel so f**king good.” He said it because it was true. He wasn’t sure he wanted it to be, but it was.
“Yes. God, you do too.”
He was surprised, although he shouldn’t have been, when she slid a hand up to finger her clit as he f**ked her. Goddamn, she was sexy.
Her movements were less rhythmic as she met his thrusts, and he knew her orgasm must be close. Her pu**y spasmed around him as she caught her breath and gave a strangled cry.
It was all too much. He threw his head back and f**ked her, loving the way his balls slapped her cunt and then drew against him, loving the wet sounds of f**king, loving her sighs and moans.
When he came, he tasted it on his tongue, felt it in his scalp and his toes as wave after wave of climax took him away and he let it.
3
Erin drank a bottle of water and tried to get into the right headspace for the show. After a fairly sleepless night, she still had to be up and out for the early shift at the coffee shop attached to her older brother’s tattoo parlor.
She’d left Todd’s place after several more hours of wicked, mind bendingly hot sex. He’d blushed when she invited him to the show, and mumbled something about not being sure if he’d be able to make it.
The man was hard to pin down. He was ridiculously sexy and he totally owned it when he wanted to. The trouble was, Erin wasn’t sure he really wanted to. While they were naked and sweaty he seemed totally behind the idea of letting his freak flag fly, but afterward he’d distanced himself from her again.
Whatever. She knew who she was and what she was. There was no escaping it even if she wanted to. And she didn’t. If Todd Keenan wanted a woman comfortable with her sexuality, he’d come back.
He pushed his way to the front, near the stage, and watched her. She was magic up there. Unexpected and unique. Total rockstar in a short skirt with fishnets and black Docs. Instead of a T-shirt she wore a vest with no bra beneath. He highly approved.
His c**k throbbed in time with the music as his eyes caught a trail of glistening sweat between the exposed curve of her br**sts.
The deep moan she heard was her own, but she didn’t remember making it. All she thought of was the orgasm that boiled through her, taking over everything in its wake until she managed the strength to push his head away because she couldn’t take it anymore.
Todd struggled to take a deep enough breath, but when he did, he pulled her essence in deeper. Jesus God, he was in deep.
Her cunt tasted like spicy honey. Her scent teased him from his hands and mouth, and she lay before him like a buffet.
I like it hard.
He was fast losing perspective; the reins he kept so tight had begun to get away from him and he wasn’t so sure he wanted them back.
She opened her eyes and stared at him as he looked her over. The intricate tattoo on her belly connected to the one covering most of her back. The tree of life. On her belly lay roses and ivy. They embodied her. Sharp, barbed and yet beautiful and essential. Sweet and intoxicating.
“That was magnificent.”
Her velvety voice sounded lazy and satisfied, and he smiled. He’d planned to order a pizza and watch a baseball game. Eating Erin’s pu**y had been far better.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” He only barely resisted the urge to fist his c**k a few times. There was something about her that removed his normal inhibitions. He wanted to f**k her tits, wanted to come all over her pretty skin, wanted to eat her again. He wanted everything, and that rawness made him shake a bit.
“Your c**k is hard again. You gonna do something with it?”
“Turn over.”
She moaned then and flipped to her belly. “Condoms in my pocket.”
He lay across her back, sliding his c**k between the cheeks of her ass while he reached the top drawer of his nightstand. “I’ve got it.”
Unable to resist, he pressed a kiss to her back before getting to his knees and rolling the condom on.
“Ass up, Erin. I’m going to f**k you from behind.” The more he gave voice to his desires, the better it felt. The easier it became.
She got to her knees, her upper body still on the bed. She was going to kill him, but it’d be worth it. The long line of her spine led him past the sweet, high cheeks of her ass and down to her pu**y. Her thighs glistened with her honey as the scent of her hung in the room.
He nudged the head of his c**k down the line of her ass, the heat of her cunt guiding him as he pressed into her body in one hard thrust.
Her inner walls fluttered around his cock, but it was the soft sigh she made when he seated himself completely that nearly did him in.
“More.” She pressed against him, her ass fitting in the cradle of his hips.
So he gave her what she asked for. Hard and a bit rough. Increasing his speed, he grabbed her hips to hold her in position, placing her just the way he wanted as he f**ked into her body with deep, feral digs of his cock.
She received him, rolling her hips to take him as deeply as she could each time he thrust. The sounds she made buffeted him, soft moans, whimpers of entreaty—all because he’d made her feel that way. He’d controlled her responses.
The embrace of her pu**y intoxicated him, drew climax closer each time he pushed into her body and the wet clasp of her took him in.
“You feel so f**king good.” He said it because it was true. He wasn’t sure he wanted it to be, but it was.
“Yes. God, you do too.”
He was surprised, although he shouldn’t have been, when she slid a hand up to finger her clit as he f**ked her. Goddamn, she was sexy.
Her movements were less rhythmic as she met his thrusts, and he knew her orgasm must be close. Her pu**y spasmed around him as she caught her breath and gave a strangled cry.
It was all too much. He threw his head back and f**ked her, loving the way his balls slapped her cunt and then drew against him, loving the wet sounds of f**king, loving her sighs and moans.
When he came, he tasted it on his tongue, felt it in his scalp and his toes as wave after wave of climax took him away and he let it.
3
Erin drank a bottle of water and tried to get into the right headspace for the show. After a fairly sleepless night, she still had to be up and out for the early shift at the coffee shop attached to her older brother’s tattoo parlor.
She’d left Todd’s place after several more hours of wicked, mind bendingly hot sex. He’d blushed when she invited him to the show, and mumbled something about not being sure if he’d be able to make it.
The man was hard to pin down. He was ridiculously sexy and he totally owned it when he wanted to. The trouble was, Erin wasn’t sure he really wanted to. While they were naked and sweaty he seemed totally behind the idea of letting his freak flag fly, but afterward he’d distanced himself from her again.
Whatever. She knew who she was and what she was. There was no escaping it even if she wanted to. And she didn’t. If Todd Keenan wanted a woman comfortable with her sexuality, he’d come back.
He pushed his way to the front, near the stage, and watched her. She was magic up there. Unexpected and unique. Total rockstar in a short skirt with fishnets and black Docs. Instead of a T-shirt she wore a vest with no bra beneath. He highly approved.
His c**k throbbed in time with the music as his eyes caught a trail of glistening sweat between the exposed curve of her br**sts.
