Opening Up
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“It’s incredible.” She gave in and pressed her cheek to his back. So hard. Yum. “Do you have a thing about octopus? Octopi? Octopuses?”
He spun quickly, his hands at his button and zipper, and she sort of forgot what she’d been saying.
“They’re smart. They’re capable of changing their shape and size to adapt to any situation.”
Asa Barrons was a survivor. A guy who was proud of how hard he’d worked and what he’d built, and from what she could tell, he had every right to be.
“Show me what else you’ve got going on.”
He unzipped his jeans torturously slow – the look on his face told her he enjoyed the tease – and stepped from them, along with his shorts and socks. Looking at him totally bare, she nearly fell over.
Not only was he powerful with muscled thighs and hard calves, one bearing an intricate biomechanical-style tattoo, but his cock. Hoo, boy.
“You’re pierced.”
He handled himself firmly, and she tucked that away.
“I am.”
He had a barbell frenulum piercing, right below the head of his cock. A shiver ran over her skin. She’d never actually been with anyone with a pierced cock. But she wanted it. She licked her lips and the sound he made was nearly a snarl.
“Go on then.”
She dropped to her knees, brushing her lips up his left calf, behind his knee, up the inside of his thigh to lick up the line of his cock, pausing at the barbell. She studied it, tongued it gently, tugged on it with her teeth, and then she looked up into his face and swallowed the head of his cock, down past the piercing, tonguing it.
“Goddamn, yes.”
He stared down at her, gaze fiercely lit. The hand that slid from the top of her head and down to her jawline was gentle until he shifted, wrapping her hair around his fist and holding her from taking the head back into her mouth.
Suddenly she wanted it so much it surprised her. Straining to get closer, she licked across the head, shuddering at the groan he gave in response.
“Starving for it.”
She hummed her assent.
Magic.
PJ on her knees, those pink glossy lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks rosy after struggling against his hold to get her mouth on him, was utterly breathtaking.
He rolled his hips, slowly fucking her mouth. She was tentative with the piercing. At first. Then she pushed a little, tugged a little harder, flicked her tongue faster.
He rode up to the thinnest of moments before climaxing and then pulled back. Her brow furrowed and she frowned.
Hauling her to her feet, he backed her to the bed and rolled on with her, tucking her body beneath his.
He had to take the reins and slow things down. Need beat at him with closed fists but he’d waited for this, fought it, and now that it was happening he needed to pay attention.
He shifted to keep the majority of his weight off her, his body between those luscious thighs. Her pussy was slick and he groaned when he brushed through it with the line of his cock as he settled.
When he reached her mouth, he took his time, kissing her long and slow until the heat between them was warm honey. He licked down her throat to the hollow there, circling it with the tip of his tongue.
She sighed softly, and the nails she’d had digging into his shoulders relaxed as he licked again and then nibbled across her collarbone.
“I love these freckles,” he murmured over a spot he’d licked and then blew over.
“Good thing, since I’ve got so many.”
He licked a trail down her chest, around the outer swell of her right breast, circling up to the nipple.
It drew tight and darkened as he twisted the barbell a few times. He loved the way women’s nipples looked when they were pierced. All that pretty, puffy glory of the nipple, feminine and soft, with a ring or a bar through it. The soft made even more alluring by the hard.
She gasped and shivered as he grazed the nipple with his teeth and then kissed his way over to her other breast to do the same there.
When she writhed, he lost a lot of his control as the scalding hot seam of her pussy slid against his cock.
He backed up a little, going to his knees between her thighs. This way she was wide open to him and he could get a look or a touch or a kiss of his favorite parts of her body.
She gazed up at him, her breath coming a little faster, lips glossy and swollen from sucking his cock and all those kisses.
He grabbed his cock at the root and slid the beads in his piercing and the head of his cock over her clit.
She sucked in a breath.
He did it again and then gave her clit a parting tap with his piercing. Her gaze blurred a moment and she got hotter and wetter against his cock.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Next time I want you to tell me, understand? I try something new and it revs you up, I want to know.” He tapped harder, and then once more. “I’ll be able to tell, of course. You’re so wet right now, just waiting for me to put my cock inside.” He dipped the head, brushing it against her entrance and having to shiver himself at how fucking good it felt. At how much control he had to use to keep from plunging inside.
“I’ll know, but I want you to tell me.”
Her gaze sharpened and that light came into it. A challenge. Damn it, she pushed his buttons. All the good ones.
Grinning, he shimmied down, ignoring her attempts to get him back to where he’d been. He spread her labia wide and took a lick and then another because she tasted so good. He played his tongue along the underside of her clit until she got very close and moved to her thigh, kissing and nibbling, and then over to the other side.
He spun quickly, his hands at his button and zipper, and she sort of forgot what she’d been saying.
“They’re smart. They’re capable of changing their shape and size to adapt to any situation.”
Asa Barrons was a survivor. A guy who was proud of how hard he’d worked and what he’d built, and from what she could tell, he had every right to be.
“Show me what else you’ve got going on.”
He unzipped his jeans torturously slow – the look on his face told her he enjoyed the tease – and stepped from them, along with his shorts and socks. Looking at him totally bare, she nearly fell over.
Not only was he powerful with muscled thighs and hard calves, one bearing an intricate biomechanical-style tattoo, but his cock. Hoo, boy.
“You’re pierced.”
He handled himself firmly, and she tucked that away.
“I am.”
He had a barbell frenulum piercing, right below the head of his cock. A shiver ran over her skin. She’d never actually been with anyone with a pierced cock. But she wanted it. She licked her lips and the sound he made was nearly a snarl.
“Go on then.”
She dropped to her knees, brushing her lips up his left calf, behind his knee, up the inside of his thigh to lick up the line of his cock, pausing at the barbell. She studied it, tongued it gently, tugged on it with her teeth, and then she looked up into his face and swallowed the head of his cock, down past the piercing, tonguing it.
“Goddamn, yes.”
He stared down at her, gaze fiercely lit. The hand that slid from the top of her head and down to her jawline was gentle until he shifted, wrapping her hair around his fist and holding her from taking the head back into her mouth.
Suddenly she wanted it so much it surprised her. Straining to get closer, she licked across the head, shuddering at the groan he gave in response.
“Starving for it.”
She hummed her assent.
Magic.
PJ on her knees, those pink glossy lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks rosy after struggling against his hold to get her mouth on him, was utterly breathtaking.
He rolled his hips, slowly fucking her mouth. She was tentative with the piercing. At first. Then she pushed a little, tugged a little harder, flicked her tongue faster.
He rode up to the thinnest of moments before climaxing and then pulled back. Her brow furrowed and she frowned.
Hauling her to her feet, he backed her to the bed and rolled on with her, tucking her body beneath his.
He had to take the reins and slow things down. Need beat at him with closed fists but he’d waited for this, fought it, and now that it was happening he needed to pay attention.
He shifted to keep the majority of his weight off her, his body between those luscious thighs. Her pussy was slick and he groaned when he brushed through it with the line of his cock as he settled.
When he reached her mouth, he took his time, kissing her long and slow until the heat between them was warm honey. He licked down her throat to the hollow there, circling it with the tip of his tongue.
She sighed softly, and the nails she’d had digging into his shoulders relaxed as he licked again and then nibbled across her collarbone.
“I love these freckles,” he murmured over a spot he’d licked and then blew over.
“Good thing, since I’ve got so many.”
He licked a trail down her chest, around the outer swell of her right breast, circling up to the nipple.
It drew tight and darkened as he twisted the barbell a few times. He loved the way women’s nipples looked when they were pierced. All that pretty, puffy glory of the nipple, feminine and soft, with a ring or a bar through it. The soft made even more alluring by the hard.
She gasped and shivered as he grazed the nipple with his teeth and then kissed his way over to her other breast to do the same there.
When she writhed, he lost a lot of his control as the scalding hot seam of her pussy slid against his cock.
He backed up a little, going to his knees between her thighs. This way she was wide open to him and he could get a look or a touch or a kiss of his favorite parts of her body.
She gazed up at him, her breath coming a little faster, lips glossy and swollen from sucking his cock and all those kisses.
He grabbed his cock at the root and slid the beads in his piercing and the head of his cock over her clit.
She sucked in a breath.
He did it again and then gave her clit a parting tap with his piercing. Her gaze blurred a moment and she got hotter and wetter against his cock.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Next time I want you to tell me, understand? I try something new and it revs you up, I want to know.” He tapped harder, and then once more. “I’ll be able to tell, of course. You’re so wet right now, just waiting for me to put my cock inside.” He dipped the head, brushing it against her entrance and having to shiver himself at how fucking good it felt. At how much control he had to use to keep from plunging inside.
“I’ll know, but I want you to tell me.”
Her gaze sharpened and that light came into it. A challenge. Damn it, she pushed his buttons. All the good ones.
Grinning, he shimmied down, ignoring her attempts to get him back to where he’d been. He spread her labia wide and took a lick and then another because she tasted so good. He played his tongue along the underside of her clit until she got very close and moved to her thigh, kissing and nibbling, and then over to the other side.
