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gratified to note that his cock hadn’t diminished one whit. It still thrust out
impressively in her direction.
She licked her lips as she stared. It jumped under her scrutiny.
“Con. I wasn’t hesitating because I didn’t want you. I was afraid you’d think I was
too old for you.”
“Good grief, you’re just right, just perfect!”
She opened her arms. “Then come here. We’re not finished. Not by a long shot.”
Suddenly he was all over her, kissing, stroking, laving swaths of her skin with his
tongue. “Giselle. You’re so kissable. I was afraid I wanted you so much that I willed the
same for you, whether you wanted it or not.”
“I do, Con. I do want you.” She let her mouth explore the vulnerable spot where his
neck connected with his torso, the bones of his clavicle, down across his pecs, his chest
practically hairless and oh so smooth. It had been so long since she’d tasted a man’s
skin, felt the sinew and muscle and bone so much stronger than her own.
She shifted to reach the hard bump of his nipple and sucked. Hard. Then fell to her
knees. He murmured a weak demurral, but she resisted his attempt to bring her
upright.
“Con, I need to do this. I need to taste, to feel…” And then her mouth was too busy
to talk, to explain. Oh, the heat of him! The delirious sensations of smooth, hard, hot
and throbbing that was his cock in her mouth ratcheted her frenzy up another notch.
She drew him in, hollowing her cheeks to hold him there while her tongue stroked and
the insides of her mouth and throat closed around him. Her hands were everywhere,
fisting in his soft pubic hair, stroking a hairy thigh and smooth hip, squeezing and
releasing his balls, snaking around to cup his tight, round ass cheeks.
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“Giselle, please. Wait, stop, hold on.”
She felt herself being lifted to her feet and, against her will, his cock popped out of
her mouth.
“Honey, when I come the first time, I want to be looking into your eyes. Please, let
me do it my way.”
She melted. How could she say no to such a heartfelt plea?
“Of course. Follow me.”
From the corner of her eye she noted he grabbed his bike pack and suddenly
wondered, did he have condoms in there? She certainly had no stash, hadn’t even
considered buying any, expecting his visit to be merely a drop-off of tax forms and
maybe a spin around a rural road or two.
But, oh, she was ready, and if he didn’t have any, there’d be hell to pay.
Snickering quietly to herself, she led him to the master bedroom, with its queen-size
bed still strewn with her hastily discarded motorcycle ensemble. She swept it onto the
reading chair near the window.
And then he was behind her, kissing her neck, pulling the scrunchie off her damp
ponytail to thread his fingers through her dark curls. He moved his hands to cup her
breasts, rolling her hard nipples between thumb and fingers then shifting his feet,
changing her stance as well. The reflection of the two of them in the mirror above her
dresser fascinated her as much as his ministrations aroused her.
“Look at that face,” he murmured into her ear. “Those heavy-lidded eyes, the
pouting mouth, the rosy skin. A beautiful woman in her prime, knowing how desirable
she is, and offering it to her lover.” He gently bit the lobe. “Just right. Just perfect.”
She snuggled into him, her back against his chest, his hot cock nudging its way
between her ass cheeks and, holding on to his hips, slowly gyrated like a wanton. She
felt wanton. And yes, desirable. In this dance of seduction, age was irrelevant.
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“Help me,” he pleaded as he pinched both nipples. “I don’t have enough hands.
Rub your clit for me while we both watch.”
Now she felt absolutely decadent. She dipped her fingers into her pussy to lubricate
them then stroked the hard nub with one hand, touching herself in exactly the right
way as she watched him pull and tug at her nipples. She thrust two fingers of her other
hand inside her pussy and stroked herself. A thousand volts of sexual electricity zinged
through her. Moisture gushed down her thighs.
He bit down on her shoulder and lights exploded behind her eyes.
“Con!” she screamed as her knees buckled.
“Yes.” He held her, one hand squeezing her breast, the other clamped atop her own
hand inside her pussy, until her contractions lessened and the shards of light coalesced
into the mirror reflecting their embrace. Then he swept her into his arms again and set
her atop the spring-flowered coverlet. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go away.”
She’d have laughed if she could find the energy. She wasn’t going anywhere until
his cock had been inside her for a good long time.
In seconds he slid beside her on the bed. “Miss me?”
At that she did manage a tiny, languorous laugh. “What took you so long?” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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gratified to note that his cock hadn’t diminished one whit. It still thrust out
impressively in her direction.
She licked her lips as she stared. It jumped under her scrutiny.
“Con. I wasn’t hesitating because I didn’t want you. I was afraid you’d think I was
too old for you.”
“Good grief, you’re just right, just perfect!”
She opened her arms. “Then come here. We’re not finished. Not by a long shot.”
Suddenly he was all over her, kissing, stroking, laving swaths of her skin with his
tongue. “Giselle. You’re so kissable. I was afraid I wanted you so much that I willed the
same for you, whether you wanted it or not.”
“I do, Con. I do want you.” She let her mouth explore the vulnerable spot where his
neck connected with his torso, the bones of his clavicle, down across his pecs, his chest
practically hairless and oh so smooth. It had been so long since she’d tasted a man’s
skin, felt the sinew and muscle and bone so much stronger than her own.
She shifted to reach the hard bump of his nipple and sucked. Hard. Then fell to her
knees. He murmured a weak demurral, but she resisted his attempt to bring her
upright.
“Con, I need to do this. I need to taste, to feel…” And then her mouth was too busy
to talk, to explain. Oh, the heat of him! The delirious sensations of smooth, hard, hot
and throbbing that was his cock in her mouth ratcheted her frenzy up another notch.
She drew him in, hollowing her cheeks to hold him there while her tongue stroked and
the insides of her mouth and throat closed around him. Her hands were everywhere,
fisting in his soft pubic hair, stroking a hairy thigh and smooth hip, squeezing and
releasing his balls, snaking around to cup his tight, round ass cheeks.
31
Cris Anson
“Giselle, please. Wait, stop, hold on.”
She felt herself being lifted to her feet and, against her will, his cock popped out of
her mouth.
“Honey, when I come the first time, I want to be looking into your eyes. Please, let
me do it my way.”
She melted. How could she say no to such a heartfelt plea?
“Of course. Follow me.”
From the corner of her eye she noted he grabbed his bike pack and suddenly
wondered, did he have condoms in there? She certainly had no stash, hadn’t even
considered buying any, expecting his visit to be merely a drop-off of tax forms and
maybe a spin around a rural road or two.
But, oh, she was ready, and if he didn’t have any, there’d be hell to pay.
Snickering quietly to herself, she led him to the master bedroom, with its queen-size
bed still strewn with her hastily discarded motorcycle ensemble. She swept it onto the
reading chair near the window.
And then he was behind her, kissing her neck, pulling the scrunchie off her damp
ponytail to thread his fingers through her dark curls. He moved his hands to cup her
breasts, rolling her hard nipples between thumb and fingers then shifting his feet,
changing her stance as well. The reflection of the two of them in the mirror above her
dresser fascinated her as much as his ministrations aroused her.
“Look at that face,” he murmured into her ear. “Those heavy-lidded eyes, the
pouting mouth, the rosy skin. A beautiful woman in her prime, knowing how desirable
she is, and offering it to her lover.” He gently bit the lobe. “Just right. Just perfect.”
She snuggled into him, her back against his chest, his hot cock nudging its way
between her ass cheeks and, holding on to his hips, slowly gyrated like a wanton. She
felt wanton. And yes, desirable. In this dance of seduction, age was irrelevant.
32
Adding Heat
“Help me,” he pleaded as he pinched both nipples. “I don’t have enough hands.
Rub your clit for me while we both watch.”
Now she felt absolutely decadent. She dipped her fingers into her pussy to lubricate
them then stroked the hard nub with one hand, touching herself in exactly the right
way as she watched him pull and tug at her nipples. She thrust two fingers of her other
hand inside her pussy and stroked herself. A thousand volts of sexual electricity zinged
through her. Moisture gushed down her thighs.
He bit down on her shoulder and lights exploded behind her eyes.
“Con!” she screamed as her knees buckled.
“Yes.” He held her, one hand squeezing her breast, the other clamped atop her own
hand inside her pussy, until her contractions lessened and the shards of light coalesced
into the mirror reflecting their embrace. Then he swept her into his arms again and set
her atop the spring-flowered coverlet. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go away.”
She’d have laughed if she could find the energy. She wasn’t going anywhere until
his cock had been inside her for a good long time.
In seconds he slid beside her on the bed. “Miss me?”
At that she did manage a tiny, languorous laugh. “What took you so long?” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]