I wonder if I could make her spend from sucking her tits.
A man who enjoyed challenges, he redoubled his efforts, taking one nipple deep into his mouth while he played with the other, rolling the damp tip between finger and thumb. Her whimpering grew desperate, her squirming even more so. That was before he grazed her with his teeth. Her back bowed, and she let out a shocked cry.
He looked into her dazed eyes, steeped in the sultry violet of dusk.
“Did you come?” he asked.
Her nod was bashful and bloody arousing.
“Splendid. Keep playing with those lovely tits while I avail myself of your other delights.”
She stared at him. “Um…play with them?”
“Touch yourself. Don’t be shy,” he said huskily. “It arouses me to watch you. To see your pleasure.”
After a heartbeat, she brought her hands to her breasts, her slim fingers brushing the plump undersides. When she brushed her fingertips over the peaks, she trembled with pleasure. Hell, so did he. Biting her lip, she rolled an engorged bud between her thumb and index finger, tugging delicately.
He kissed his way down the gentle valley of her belly while enjoying the view of her naughty, ladylike hands. “Pretend those are my hands touching you. Squeezing your breasts. Teasing those stiff little nipples. How does it feel?”
“So good.” Her voice was slurred with pleasure.
“And this?” He spread her thighs and bent his head, swiping his tongue up her slit.
“Cull.”
Her cry was as sweet as the nectar coating his tongue. Fucking hell, she was delicious. He buried his face in her cunny, eating her with savage hunger. Feasting on her womanly bounty. When he tickled her pearl with his tongue, her sleek thighs tightened. He spread her wider, laving her nub and sucking it into his mouth. He thrust two fingers inside her, groaning at the lush constriction, imagining that snugness around his prick.
She came again, this time with his name on her lips, and the sound enthralled him.
Blood pounding, he raised his head, licking her cream from his lips. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she raked a hungry gaze down his chest to his heavy, rearing cock.
In a throaty voice, she said, “I want to feel you…inside.”
Christ, yes.
Gripping his prick, he rubbed the head along her satiny folds. Her abundant dew bathed him, made his stones throb in anticipation.
“Hurry,” she whimpered.
He reached for his discarded jacket, taking out the French letter. Her avid gaze as he sheathed his erection made the sheep gut feel tighter than normal. He crawled atop her, keeping his weight on one arm, using the other to guide his cock to her entrance.
Staring into her eyes, he thrust himself home. She was tight—God was she ever—but she was also soft and wet from her climaxes, blossoming around him. Pleasure poured over him in a hot wave as he hilted himself and held.
“How is that, love?” he said hoarsely.
“Oh, Cull.” Her expression was awestruck. “I never knew.”
Pride expanded his chest that he had been the one to show her.
I’m the luckiest bastard alive.
He pushed a tress off her damp cheek. “Ready for more, sunshine?”
“Yes, I want more,” she breathed. “Everything.”
Groaning, he claimed her mouth and began to move.
Pippa hadn’t known that coupling could be like this. This raw and full of need. As Cull pushed inside her, she gulped at the feeling of fullness. At his size and heat and thickness driving into the heart of her. He went deeper and deeper, touching places that had never been touched. Setting off sparks of bliss.
