“You don’t know how much I want this.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. The way this woman was fucking with his head, talking to himself wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.Desperate to return to his feast, he slid down her body until he’d reached his destination.
He hooked one leg over his shoulder, spreading the other until he had enough room to work. And work he did, diligently even, as his tongue, his fingers, and his mouth caressed every inch of her sex.
She didn’t know it, but eating pussy was probably more fun for him than it was for his partner. Sure, he made certain his partner climaxed, yet the joy he got from spreading a woman wide and having her ride his face as she came had brought him to his own climax more than once in his lifetime.
Tonight might add another instance. His cock was so hard, trapped between his thigh and the cotton linen, he was already on the verge of losing control. No matter how he tried to focus on her, every sound she made had him aching, throbbing, begging for a release of his own.
Her hips jerked in rhythmless motion, signaling just how close she was. He thumbed her clit, making his tongue stiff and sliding it inside her opening. The taste, the feel of her walls clamping down around him as she stiffened, her arousal raining down on him, brought him closer to the edge.
When she was done, he wiped his face, placing a brief kiss on her thighs before disappearing across the hall into the bathroom. He rooted around in the vanity drawer until he found what he was looking for.
Michael grabbed hold of the foil packet between his fingers and headed back into the bedroom where Vanessa was laying with one leg cocked up and her fingers disappearing in and out of her pussy. Without thinking, he opened the condom, sliding it carefully over the sensitive head and down his straining length.
“You obviously don’t want this to last, because me watching you play in that pretty pussy of yours is a surefire way to make me come right where I stand.”
She didn’t stop, just smiled at him as she picked up speed, chasing what looked to be another blissful climax. Desperate to know what her coming on his cock would feel like, he made it to the bed, sliding as slowly as he could inside her heat.
Whatever fantasy he’d concocted in his head, nothing compared to the viselike grip she had on his cock. She hadn’t mentioned if she’d had any partners since her divorce. By the way she was strangling his cock, he doubted it.
All he wanted to do was dive in until he was balls deep inside her. Except concern over whether she could take that demanded he take his time. He slowly slipped in and out, each movement taking him deeper inside her tight walls.
She buried her fingers in his hair, gripping the strands just tight enough to bite.
“I won’t break, Michael. I don’t need you to treat me like I’m glass.”
Something in him snapped, and the thought of mustering any restraint was gone. He tilted his head, staring at her for a moment before he spoke.
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
It was the only thing he needed to proceed. He flipped her over, her gorgeous ass in the air, taunting him like a red flag in front of a bull. He slid his fingers inside, scissoring and stretching to make sure she was prepared.
Satisfied that the woman knew what she wanted, he removed his fingers, loving the desperate and bereft whine that escaped her lips as he did. He paused for just a second more before he sheathed himself to the hilt inside her.
He stayed there, fully seated. Grabbing a handful of ass before sliding his hand down her back until he reached the delicate curve where her shoulder met her neck.
He applied pressure, not enough to hurt, just enough to make sure she couldn’t move unless he wanted her to. He pulled out,thrusting his cock in fast and deep, and watched to see how she responded. The deep mewling into the bedding and the fact that her pussy was gripping him tighter was the perfect reason for him to do it again and again.
God, she was hot and tight, meeting every thrust with one of her own, taking him deeper as he pressed harder and harder into her body.
He felt delicate fingertips caress his balls, sending lightning directly to his dick, bringing him closer to his breaking point. Determined that she topple over with him. He pulled on her shoulder until she was upright, wrapping one hand around the front of her throat and sliding the other over her hot, wet cunt. The dual stimulation of his thrusts while thumbing her clit sent her over into ecstasy.
A split second later, he howled. That first jet of cum ripped from him like a bullet through the barrel of a gun. He tightened his hand at the base of her neck, biting down onto her shoulder as spasms racked his body until he barely had enough strength to keep from falling over.
He removed the condom and tossed it toward the small trash can at the side of the nightstand, hoping it actually made it inside. And as he fell back onto the plush pillows, the only thing he could concern himself with was pulling Vanessa’s spent, naked form under the covers and into his arms, where they could both sleep off their post-sex weakness.
Chapter 14
“Wow, this is even better today than it was yesterday.” Vanessa looked around the splendor of Main Street, amazed at its transformation. Last night when they’d left, there’d been a few decorative lights up on shops, but nothing as detailed as what she was witnessing now.
The lampposts were bound in ribbons of lights. Huge bows anchored by them, welcoming everyone to the festival. Each shop they walked past had some kind of unique and festive display that invited passersby to stop and take in the spectacle of it all.
“This seems to surprise you.”
It did. “I live in a gated community with a strict HOA. They do not do decorative lights.”
“Not even for holidays?”
