Well Built
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He smiled lazily when he reached her panties, which were white silk and lace with a tiny pink bow right in the center of the waistband. Pure innocence worn by a temptress, all wrapped up like an irresistible present. He did another slow trek up her torso, and when he met her gaze, her eyes were already dilated and half-dazed with lust. As he watched, she bit her bottom lip, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back so that her wavy hair cascaded behind her and the delicate arch of her throat beckoned for him to taste.
Flattening his hands on either side of her hips, he leaned in and brushed his lips along her neck in soft, fleeting kisses, inhaling the familiar scent of sweet lemons. She shivered and sighed as he nuzzled his beard against her skin, then moaned long and loud when he placed hot, damp, open-mouthed kisses up to the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked out, he gently bit her skin, and she gasped and strained forward impatiently so she could rub her breasts against his chest.
Without pausing, he dipped his head lower and captured a pert nipple between his lips, sucking hard and strong while dragging his teeth across the hardened tip. She cried out at the unexpected sting of pain, which he instantly soothed with a slow, wet, swirling lick of his tongue before moving on to her other breast. As he worshiped her perfect tits, she squirmed impatiently and started to pant, then beg.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted softly, breathlessly. And when that didn’t make him speed up the process any, she finally moved her hands and clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle and tendons in a frenzied attempt to pull him closer. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees back slightly so that they were pressing against his sides and she could curl her long, slender legs around his waist and pull him forward, until the thick length of his pulsing cock nudged against the damp silk fabric covering her sex.
Kyle groaned, low and deep. He was a man who knew his limitations. It didn’t matter that they were both still wearing their underwear. With her using her best moves to seduce him, he didn’t stand a chance, and he wasn’t about to blow his load prematurely. And that’s exactly where this was heading, because Jesus fuck, seeing Ella so wild and uninhibited was making him hot as hell.
He didn’t have a condom on him, and besides, before he sank into her pussy, he intended to acquaint that part of her with his mouth, his fingers, his tongue. He wanted to eat her up and make her scream his name. He wanted to make her mindless with ecstasy. And for that, he needed a soft bed to spread her out on.
He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her into his arms. “Tighten your legs around my waist,” he said, and she immediately obeyed, clinging to him like he was her lifeline.
He started down the hall, and she slid her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to mold to hers once again, the taste of her intoxicating, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. Somehow, someway, he made it into his bedroom and laid her back on the mattress. She was reluctant to let him go, but he untangled their limbs because he didn’t have a choice.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and went into the adjoining bathroom to retrieve a few condoms. He left the light on so that it was just bright enough in the bedroom for him to see every part of her. Her gorgeous body and especially her expression when she climaxed.
When he returned to the foot of the bed, he found Ella exactly where he’d left her, except she was about to start the party without him. She had her hand in her panties, her fingers moving slowly, rhythmically between her legs, a naughty come-hither smile on her face. She looked stunning spread out on his bed, her hair tousled around her head, her breasts bared, and her hips subtly moving as she touched herself.
He watched, fascinated and aroused as fuck and feeling as though he’d had the breath knocked out of his lungs. When had she become so damn brazen? So shameless? The first time they’d had sex after dating a few months, they’d both been virgins. She’d been more shy and reserved, and he’d been gentle and patient, their lovemaking sweet and sensual and vanilla because he never wanted to hurt her.
But this woman in front of him now smoldered with passion, and now that he was older, he could appreciate her confidence, her provocative nature. Revel in it, even. But he also realized that her indecent behavior brought out a primal, possessive side of him. One he liked too damned much.
Her fingers moved a little faster beneath that silk and lace, pushed a little deeper, and her soft, carnal moan finally snapped him out of his trance.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, tossing the condoms onto the bed to have them nearby when he was ready for one.
The smile she gave him was sultry and teasing. “Getting things started for you,” she murmured.
He arched a brow as he moved up onto the bed and between her widened knees, and still, she didn’t stop fingering herself, and it was starting to make him a little crazy. “What makes you think I need the help?”
She gave a small, impudent shrug. “A little help never hurts when it comes to orgasms,” she said huskily.
Her comment took him aback for a few seconds. Jesus, had she had to help where Tucker had been concerned? Did she honestly think he wasn’t man enough for the job? The thought rankled, and before she realized what he meant to do, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out of her panties.
She gasped in surprise, eyes wide.
“No touching what’s mine tonight,” he growled fiercely, meaning it.
Her soft laughter taunted him. “Yours?”
“Mine,” he reiterated, and holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his mouth to prove his point. He sucked the juices from her fingers, watching as her eyes grew dark, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her body softened in supplication. “Your pussy, your orgasms, and your screams. They belong to me for the next eight hours. If you want something, just ask me for it, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need.”
She licked her lips, seemingly turned on by his authoritative display. “What I want right now is to feel your beard against the insides of my thighs.”
The muscles in his stomach clenched at her inviting, and unexpected, request, and he gave her a sexy smile that told her that her wish was his command. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he drew them off her and dropped them onto the floor, then he settled more comfortably between her legs. Starting at her knee, he rubbed his soft facial hair up her thigh and along her sensitive skin, alternating between a tickling sensation and a more abrasive caress that he knew would leave the insides of her thighs a tender pink to remember him by for the next few days. Her breath caught with every pass of his scruff, and her thighs quivered as he gently kissed away the burn, and when he finally turned his attention to her pussy, he knew she was beyond ready to add another level of pleasure to his endeavor.
Flattening his hands on either side of her hips, he leaned in and brushed his lips along her neck in soft, fleeting kisses, inhaling the familiar scent of sweet lemons. She shivered and sighed as he nuzzled his beard against her skin, then moaned long and loud when he placed hot, damp, open-mouthed kisses up to the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked out, he gently bit her skin, and she gasped and strained forward impatiently so she could rub her breasts against his chest.
Without pausing, he dipped his head lower and captured a pert nipple between his lips, sucking hard and strong while dragging his teeth across the hardened tip. She cried out at the unexpected sting of pain, which he instantly soothed with a slow, wet, swirling lick of his tongue before moving on to her other breast. As he worshiped her perfect tits, she squirmed impatiently and started to pant, then beg.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted softly, breathlessly. And when that didn’t make him speed up the process any, she finally moved her hands and clutched at his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle and tendons in a frenzied attempt to pull him closer. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees back slightly so that they were pressing against his sides and she could curl her long, slender legs around his waist and pull him forward, until the thick length of his pulsing cock nudged against the damp silk fabric covering her sex.
Kyle groaned, low and deep. He was a man who knew his limitations. It didn’t matter that they were both still wearing their underwear. With her using her best moves to seduce him, he didn’t stand a chance, and he wasn’t about to blow his load prematurely. And that’s exactly where this was heading, because Jesus fuck, seeing Ella so wild and uninhibited was making him hot as hell.
He didn’t have a condom on him, and besides, before he sank into her pussy, he intended to acquaint that part of her with his mouth, his fingers, his tongue. He wanted to eat her up and make her scream his name. He wanted to make her mindless with ecstasy. And for that, he needed a soft bed to spread her out on.
He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her into his arms. “Tighten your legs around my waist,” he said, and she immediately obeyed, clinging to him like he was her lifeline.
He started down the hall, and she slid her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to mold to hers once again, the taste of her intoxicating, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. Somehow, someway, he made it into his bedroom and laid her back on the mattress. She was reluctant to let him go, but he untangled their limbs because he didn’t have a choice.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and went into the adjoining bathroom to retrieve a few condoms. He left the light on so that it was just bright enough in the bedroom for him to see every part of her. Her gorgeous body and especially her expression when she climaxed.
When he returned to the foot of the bed, he found Ella exactly where he’d left her, except she was about to start the party without him. She had her hand in her panties, her fingers moving slowly, rhythmically between her legs, a naughty come-hither smile on her face. She looked stunning spread out on his bed, her hair tousled around her head, her breasts bared, and her hips subtly moving as she touched herself.
He watched, fascinated and aroused as fuck and feeling as though he’d had the breath knocked out of his lungs. When had she become so damn brazen? So shameless? The first time they’d had sex after dating a few months, they’d both been virgins. She’d been more shy and reserved, and he’d been gentle and patient, their lovemaking sweet and sensual and vanilla because he never wanted to hurt her.
But this woman in front of him now smoldered with passion, and now that he was older, he could appreciate her confidence, her provocative nature. Revel in it, even. But he also realized that her indecent behavior brought out a primal, possessive side of him. One he liked too damned much.
Her fingers moved a little faster beneath that silk and lace, pushed a little deeper, and her soft, carnal moan finally snapped him out of his trance.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, tossing the condoms onto the bed to have them nearby when he was ready for one.
The smile she gave him was sultry and teasing. “Getting things started for you,” she murmured.
He arched a brow as he moved up onto the bed and between her widened knees, and still, she didn’t stop fingering herself, and it was starting to make him a little crazy. “What makes you think I need the help?”
She gave a small, impudent shrug. “A little help never hurts when it comes to orgasms,” she said huskily.
Her comment took him aback for a few seconds. Jesus, had she had to help where Tucker had been concerned? Did she honestly think he wasn’t man enough for the job? The thought rankled, and before she realized what he meant to do, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out of her panties.
She gasped in surprise, eyes wide.
“No touching what’s mine tonight,” he growled fiercely, meaning it.
Her soft laughter taunted him. “Yours?”
“Mine,” he reiterated, and holding her gaze, he lifted her hand to his mouth to prove his point. He sucked the juices from her fingers, watching as her eyes grew dark, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her body softened in supplication. “Your pussy, your orgasms, and your screams. They belong to me for the next eight hours. If you want something, just ask me for it, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need.”
She licked her lips, seemingly turned on by his authoritative display. “What I want right now is to feel your beard against the insides of my thighs.”
The muscles in his stomach clenched at her inviting, and unexpected, request, and he gave her a sexy smile that told her that her wish was his command. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he drew them off her and dropped them onto the floor, then he settled more comfortably between her legs. Starting at her knee, he rubbed his soft facial hair up her thigh and along her sensitive skin, alternating between a tickling sensation and a more abrasive caress that he knew would leave the insides of her thighs a tender pink to remember him by for the next few days. Her breath caught with every pass of his scruff, and her thighs quivered as he gently kissed away the burn, and when he finally turned his attention to her pussy, he knew she was beyond ready to add another level of pleasure to his endeavor.
