“Yeah, but you didn’t know it was me.”
She shrugged. “Now I will. So, what? Can we try it tonight?”
He punctuated his words with kisses all over her face. “You’resmackamazing,smackRoz. Ismacklove you.” He then possessed her lips like never before and kissed her until her toes curled.
***
Roz moaned and moved against him as he kissed her and rubbed her hips, her sides, and her bare ass on either side of the lacy thong beneath her skirt. Every part of her fit his palms as if made for his touch, and the way she rubbed her hard nipples on his chest nearly took away his control, but he held on.
In seconds, his hand moved between her legs, hiking up her skirt and finding her damp, ready pussy once more. This time, however, he did not stop at her swollen button. He thrust first one, then two fingers straight inside her.
“More,” she begged against his lips.
Konrad laughed. “Patience, angel.” As he flicked his tongue against hers, he fucked her slowly with his fingers.
She raised one leg and wrapped it around him, then rode him, moving back and forth, vaginal walls tightening on his digits with each rocking motion.
Konrad slipped his thumb over her clit, and Roz cried out and shattered.
“Incredible,” Konrad murmured. He slid his fingers out, lifted Roz to his chest, and carried her to bed.
She kissed his broad shoulders while he carried her, and when he laid her down, she spread her legs wide.
He undid the buttons of her blouse and studied her as he had when he first saw her revealed. Her full, round nipples jutted out toward him. Her large breasts seemed to beg for kneading, for kissing, for sucking. Her shape pleased him to no end.
She lay still as he removed her clothing. He stared at the red triangle of her thong, awaiting his hands and his pulsing cock.
The smell of her womanly musk roused Konrad’s desire.
“You are so beautiful. I have never seen, never imagined, a woman as perfect as you.”
“I’m not,” Roz started to protest, but the words degenerated to moans as Konrad leaned forward and snared one hard nipple between his teeth. In seconds his fingers were back inside her pussy, pumping away as she writhed and thrust herself against him.
Their connection was so strong he knew every thought, every muscle was ready for him. He sensed she wanted Konrad as she’d never wanted another man, and that knowledge pleased him.
“Fuck me,” Roz begged, her voice heavy with desire. “Your hands, your tongue, your cock. Fuck me anyway you want to.”
Mine,he thought-whispered again and again as he sucked her nipples.
Her mind told him what she wanted and he gave it to her with no reservations. Moving down on the bed, he removed her thong and opened her labia. He trailed his tongue around the ridges, occasionally darting inside. Her juices tasted rich and sweet.
She wriggled against his grasp on her hips. “Don’t make me wait.Please.”
Konrad heard himself growl as he traced the outline of her pussy, stopping to kiss and suck anywhere that struck his fancy.
“Tease!” She beat his shoulder.
He merely laughed. She couldn’t punch hard enough to hurt him if she tried.
He inched closer to her swollen center. His tongue moved in slow circles, making promises.
“Damn it, Konrad.” Roz’s breath came in rough gasps. She thrust her hips higher and rubbed herself against the stubble of his chin.
Giving in to her craving, Konrad slid his lips and tongue over Roz’s clit.
She cried out, shivering, as he sucked it gently and stroked it with his tongue. His cock felt close to exploding as she came, and he didn’t know how much longer he could ignore his own immense needs.
He guided her through every aftershock, then let up on the pressure, but didn’t stop.
