He groaned and thrust into her tight grip. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, only to feel her bite his lip.
“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“Christ, Chantel. Are you sure?”
A sinful smile appeared as she reached up to his face, bringing him back to her. When his mouth was against hers, she told him, “Yes, I want to taste you on my tongue as you slide inside my soul.”
Grunting low, he closed his eyes and moved away from her. As she released his throbbing hardness, he straddled her waist.
Gruffly, he instructed her, “Scoot down the bed.”
As she followed his command, her breasts swayed. Leaning down, he couldn’t help himself from taking one of her ripe nipples between his lips. She reached out, clasping his head as she arched up into his mouth. He bit the hard little tip beforeprogressing to her upper body. Gently, he tapped her lips with the wet tip of his cock.
“Open your mouth, Beauty.”
She obeyed, and he slid deep between her warm lips.
“Fucking hell.” Putting his fists on the mattress to brace himself, he raised his hips. He lifted himself up on shaky arms then slowly brought his hips back down to push farther into her mouth. Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine how she was feeling.
With his cock plunging between her lips, he could hear her breathing in and out through her nose. Her talented fingers were on his hips and ass as she pulled him closer, taking him deeper down her throat until her nose was against his skin. He could feel her breath tickling him with each inhale and exhale.
“That’s it, Chantel. Suck me deep,” he growled as he slowly pulled away from her deep-throated squeeze. “That’s a fucking pretty sight.” He grunted while he looked down his body, watching when the tip of his cock slid out of her mouth as she leaned back.
Through aroused, unseeing eyes, she pulled his hips back toward her. “More.”
When she took him once again, her left hand moved to the crack of his ass. He closed his eyes as he tried to control himself. As she sucked vigorously on his engorged flesh, erotic noises started to fill the room and his head. Her finger skirted along the sensitive skin of his ass, and he white-knuckled the sheets, sinking his knees into the mattress.
Shaking his head and trying to hang on to some semblance of control, he groaned loudly as she dragged her finger down his ass to his tight balls, where she tickled the sensitive skin.
Biting his bottom lip, he started to fuck her mouth in earnest.
As much as he wanted this to be gentle and sweet, she was tapping into a part of him that he couldn’t control. He could already feel the climax skating along his spine, knocking for release.
“Fuck. Yes. Harder,” he roared, not really having a clue what he wanted harder. Her mouth? Her fingers? Or to get even farther down her amazing fucking throat?
Somehow, she knew. Right as the climax was about to slam into him, she slid a finger past his tight ring into his ass while she clamped her lips around his cock. He shouted her name as he came so hard that he thought he would pass out from the sheer force of ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ, Chantel.” He sent up a prayer and slowly slipped out of her mouth as he slid down her body. When he was in line with her lips, he took them in a kiss so erotic and decadent that he thought he might come a second time just from tasting himself on her mouth, lips, and tongue.
She smelled and tasted like him. Now, as she arched her hips toward him, he knew he wanted to return the favor.
Pulling back, he whispered, “That was the most religious fucking experience I have ever had, and I will never listen to this piece— What’s it called again?”
“Adagio for Strings.”
“I will never be able to listen to this piece without thinking of you, right at this very moment.”
She smiled and laughed softly before curving her back. She was aching, and he needed to tend to her.
“Do you need me, Chantel? Do you want to see heaven?”
Closing her eyes, she nodded and widened her legs. Phillipe scooted off the edge of the mattress to kneel on the floor between her spread thighs.Damn, she’s soaked. Her thighs were glistening from her excitement. He reached out and ran his finger through it, bringing it to his mouth for a taste.
“You’re aching. Aren’t you, Chantel? Did having me in your mouth turn you on?” Leaning forward, he took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet and spicy arousal. “I think it did, because your pussy is so wet that it’s dripping all over your thighs.”
He placed a kiss on her knee and then heard her whimper as he flattened his tongue to lick and kiss his way up her left thigh. When he reached her lush center, he leaned in so close that his nose bumped her clit. Taking one of her pouty lips between his own, he sucked on it, savoring her delicious arousal. When her taste hit his tongue, it went straight to his cock, making it rise and harden again.
“Put your legs over my shoulders, Chantel.”
