While staring directly into her sultry green eyes, he lifted one of her legs at the knee, leaned forward and flicked his tongue along the soft skin there.
He would work his way higher but enjoy every second of her anticipation.
She already squirmed beneath his touch.
The flesh, inside her thigh, just above her knees, was delicate, tender.
He licked, and kissed it, and slid up a few inches.
Her hips rose off the bed and he tucked his hands inside the slick material of her panties.
He molded the flesh of her ass in his palms. And he squeezed as his lips moved higher.
By now, the scent of her arousal drew him even closer.
Woman. Nothing tasted like a woman.
Now he removed her last covering. She was his.
As he pressed his mouth against her, she cried out, knees falling open wide. She was hot and wet for him. He rolled his tongue around her swollen flesh and nub.
She was whimpering now and would have been squirming even more if he didn’t have tight hold of her. How could her sounds do so much for him? He loved it, the mewling, the high-pitched sighs.
He growled a little and her inner muscles twitched.
She wanted more. He’d give her more. He’d give her everything she wanted… a little at a time.
Lifting his head to watch, both what he was doing and the expressions on her face, he slid two fingers into her opening. She clenched at him and he slowly withdrew them.
Then pushed in again.
She moved with him.
Holy shit. Maybe he couldn’t do this slowly.
With her moisture around his hand, he watched her breasts quiver with each movement.
And her lips, and the sweet curve of her face.
She was coming already. Clutching around him, crying out in what he would only call ecstasy.
That was all he could take.
Fumbling, almost, he unbuttoned his pants and fell on top of her. His mouth seeking hers again.
And then she was tugging at his shirt. Sliding her hands over his skin.
He put himself at her opening and pressed inside. God, yes. Oh, fuck yes. She was wrapped around him, clutching around him.
He was gonna make a fool of himself.
He gave her everything, thrusting to the hilt, driven by her cries and sweet feminine gasps.
And again, deeper. She felt so fucking tight. So fucking right.
Everything about her stimulated his movements. The softness of her breasts and thighs, the taste of her mouth, mingled with the taste of her juices, her hair flowing over the pillow.
And her heat wrapped around his cock.
