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but that was out of the question tonight. He could hold back that much. Oh, but he would touch her all over. All that porcelain skin that looked so cool, but was so hot beneath his fingertips. He couldn't let himself think about how hot and silky her pussy was. How wet and ready. Too much. No, just think about pleasing her. About making her come apart.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room, he could see the outline of her hot little body. And he could hear the panting edge in her breath. Just the sound of it made him throb for her. He wrapped a hand up in her long, silky hair, twisting until he felt the strands pull against her skull. A move meant to make her yield to him, yes, but he had to touch that glorious hair, like strands of dark fire. She moaned. He knew he had her, could do anything he wanted, and she wouldn't deny him. It was taking everything he had to keep it together, not to take advantage of her vulnerable state. He pulled her head back, baring her long, slender throat. He bent and tasted her skin again, sucked a bit of that tender flesh into his mouth. Almost as sweet as her hard little clit had been. Another long, hard throb in his cock at the thought.
Fuck. Pull yourself together.
He picked her up with a deep growl and carried her to the sofa, laid her down and slipped the scrap of lace panties over her long legs. She looked so soft and open lying there. And again he had to beat back the animal in him that wanted to jump on her and fuck her senseless. He pulled in a few deep breaths, trying to ignore that floral scent of hers that drove him crazy. Once he had himself under control, he began a slow exploration of her lush little body. Her skin was like pale satin in the blue moonlight coming through the living room window, and just as smooth. He ran his palms over her stomach, her thighs. Her muscles tensed everywhere he touched and she squirmed a little under his hands. What would she feel like under him, under his body, his cock pushing into her?
“Just feel me, Devin,” he murmured to her. “Just focus on the sensation. Let the rest go.”
Another quiet moan from her. Then a sharp intake of breath when
he cupped her breasts in his hands. They were gorgeous. About the
most perfect breasts he'd ever seen on a woman. And her nipples were coming up hard again under his palms. Too tempting. He pinched
them between fingers and thumbs, smiled when she squealed. Even more at the sharp, panting breath that betrayed her pleasure. “You like that, don't you? You like the pain.” “Yes.” The word was a single quiet breath.
He squeezed her nipples harder, then gave a sharp pull.
“Oh!”
“What is it, Devin? Tell me what you're feeling.”
“Like I'm . . . oh God . . .”
“Tell me.” He twisted the hard nubs in his fingers.
“ I . . . it hurts. But it feels too good.”
He pinched harder and heard her groan. “I knew you'd like the pain. I could see that in you the moment I laid eyes on you.” Jesus, her body responded to everything, pleasure or pain, in the same way. And he was rock hard, touching her, hearing her moans. He leaned in and took one nipple between his teeth and bit down. “Ah!” She arched off the sofa, into his mouth. Yes, she loved it.
He sat back and looked at her for a moment. There was so much he wanted to do to this woman. For the first time in his life he was at a loss where to begin.
He pulled in another deep breath, ordered himself to calm down. Then he slipped one hand between her thighs, into that damp heat. His cock gave a hard twitch. He could not believe how wet she was. She writhed, spread her lovely thighs for him. Almost too much for him to take, but he had to do it, had to make her come. There was nothing he wanted more in the world right now. He went to work right away with both hands. One hand inside her, moving his fingers in and out. The other hand teased her clit, tugged and pinched. She was panting in seconds. After only a minute he felt the hard clench of
As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room, he could see the outline of her hot little body. And he could hear the panting edge in her breath. Just the sound of it made him throb for her. He wrapped a hand up in her long, silky hair, twisting until he felt the strands pull against her skull. A move meant to make her yield to him, yes, but he had to touch that glorious hair, like strands of dark fire. She moaned. He knew he had her, could do anything he wanted, and she wouldn't deny him. It was taking everything he had to keep it together, not to take advantage of her vulnerable state. He pulled her head back, baring her long, slender throat. He bent and tasted her skin again, sucked a bit of that tender flesh into his mouth. Almost as sweet as her hard little clit had been. Another long, hard throb in his cock at the thought.
Fuck. Pull yourself together.
He picked her up with a deep growl and carried her to the sofa, laid her down and slipped the scrap of lace panties over her long legs. She looked so soft and open lying there. And again he had to beat back the animal in him that wanted to jump on her and fuck her senseless. He pulled in a few deep breaths, trying to ignore that floral scent of hers that drove him crazy. Once he had himself under control, he began a slow exploration of her lush little body. Her skin was like pale satin in the blue moonlight coming through the living room window, and just as smooth. He ran his palms over her stomach, her thighs. Her muscles tensed everywhere he touched and she squirmed a little under his hands. What would she feel like under him, under his body, his cock pushing into her?
“Just feel me, Devin,” he murmured to her. “Just focus on the sensation. Let the rest go.”
Another quiet moan from her. Then a sharp intake of breath when
he cupped her breasts in his hands. They were gorgeous. About the
most perfect breasts he'd ever seen on a woman. And her nipples were coming up hard again under his palms. Too tempting. He pinched
them between fingers and thumbs, smiled when she squealed. Even more at the sharp, panting breath that betrayed her pleasure. “You like that, don't you? You like the pain.” “Yes.” The word was a single quiet breath.
He squeezed her nipples harder, then gave a sharp pull.
“Oh!”
“What is it, Devin? Tell me what you're feeling.”
“Like I'm . . . oh God . . .”
“Tell me.” He twisted the hard nubs in his fingers.
“ I . . . it hurts. But it feels too good.”
He pinched harder and heard her groan. “I knew you'd like the pain. I could see that in you the moment I laid eyes on you.” Jesus, her body responded to everything, pleasure or pain, in the same way. And he was rock hard, touching her, hearing her moans. He leaned in and took one nipple between his teeth and bit down. “Ah!” She arched off the sofa, into his mouth. Yes, she loved it.
He sat back and looked at her for a moment. There was so much he wanted to do to this woman. For the first time in his life he was at a loss where to begin.
He pulled in another deep breath, ordered himself to calm down. Then he slipped one hand between her thighs, into that damp heat. His cock gave a hard twitch. He could not believe how wet she was. She writhed, spread her lovely thighs for him. Almost too much for him to take, but he had to do it, had to make her come. There was nothing he wanted more in the world right now. He went to work right away with both hands. One hand inside her, moving his fingers in and out. The other hand teased her clit, tugged and pinched. She was panting in seconds. After only a minute he felt the hard clench of