top.
The sounds she made were driving him mad as he flicked her nipple with his tongue through the thin fabric. He stroked over the surface of her perfect smooth folds then opened his mouth and covered her plump nipple. He moaned in hunger, barely penetrating her wet slit.
“Daniel!”
He almost came right there. He stilled, grunting back the pulsing wave, punishing himself. Daniel knew he was going about this all backwards. Rules should’ve been set, not made as he went and certainly not made while he was horny out of his mind. He vaguely realized he’d asked her to call him by name. That was such a no no. It tended to develop an intimacy he distasted. And yet all he could think about was hearing her call his name again. Louder. Faster.
Chapter Six
Sofia felt like she was going to collapse into a heap of skin. The man had melted her very bones and she could hardly keep herself up. His hunger turned hungrier and he yanked the sheer bra aside and latched onto her breast, sucking greedily as much of it as he could. She cried out in abandon when his finger slid into her heat in a hungry yet careful searching manner. “Daniel, Daniel.” She thrashed her head and he groaned long on her tit, then pulled his head back, keeping a hard suction until her peak smacked loudly from his sexy lips. Wet lips now. Wet lips on her neck now, his finger seeking deeper. He suddenly stroked rapidly inside her. “Oh God, yes,” she cried, gripping his shoulders.
He pulled her head back by her hair and scraped her neck with his teeth. “Found it.”
He licked and sucked the skin on her shoulder, his finger exploring her core tentatively, discovering her secrets with amazed sounds.
He suddenly stood before her and lifted her leg. He slid his own leg under hers, his foot on the shelf behind her so that she was held open for him.
“I-I need to see you, ” she whispered.
The breathless words hinted at a beg and momentarily threw him. Took him only a second to recover from the odd request before he ripped off his t-shirt and caught her sent on his finger. He brought it to his nose and closed his eyes, sniffing slowly. She was clean…exotic…rich. He looked between her legs, the matching pink sheer panties peeking from beneath the slit in the twisted silk. “Hold your panties to the side for me.” He looked at her face, her lips. “I’m going to finger you.”
She whimpered. She wasn’t accustomed to being told such intimate things at all. And that made him harder than anything. He really liked that she was new to this. Her timidity required no restraints, she was going nowhere and doing nothing without his direction.
H e watched as he found her slit and stroked those full wet folds. He dipped his finger in a bit and found her clit, swollen like her nipple. He raised his gaze to her breast and leaned to recklessly devour it with greedy moans, making sure he tended precisely to her pretty clit with delicate circles.
He flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue and she did it again. “Daniel!” This time her fingers sank into his hair and pulled with the sweet beg. Oh fuck he was so dizzy, losing focus, driven to have her orgasm. Then he’d taste her, lick it all up and do it again, but with his tongue. He rotated between stroking her G-spot and pounding his finger into her deep, hitting the part of her that a cock would normally stimulate.
T he idea that he wouldn’t be able to sink his cock into her soft body was going to bring enough punishing agony for a lifetime. Lust crazed, he tugged at her nipple with his teeth, sliding his finger out of her heat to wet her clit. The way she grunted and moaned and mewled for his touch, hips pushing for more of his rapid smacking thrusts, was blowing his mind.
Sofia clutched at his shoulders, her cries ascending steadily toward that climax he craved. She was no longer panting, but giving those constant high pitched moans, his name on her lips with every other breath.
Daniela Fischerova, Neil Bermel