sweeping motion she smoothed oil over his broad chest, savoring the glide of her hands over his skin. She allowed her fingers to travel along his well muscled pecs. Her thumbs stroked flat male nipples until they were tight and raised, and Kevin squirmed under her, arching into the touch. She closed her eyes and let her artist’s imagination take over as she learned his body. She loved the feel of his skin, like stretched silk over iron-hard steel. Her nails sketched a pattern of seduction along his flesh, and she felt the goose bumps rise, his breath hitch. Low moans from deep within his chest tickled her palms as she continued her slow exploration of his torso.
“Move up.” Kevin’s command was guttural, shaking Jo out of her own little wet dream. Move up? Was he serious?
“Move up and lower yourself on my mouth , Joanna. I want to taste you. I need to know if your pussy is as sweet as your mouth.”
Really, was he serious? But she could tell he was. Jo rose somewhat ungracefully and moved forward. Kevin scooted down on the bed as much as the restraints allowed. Jo was able to rise to her knees above his beautiful face. His blue-green eyes, the color of the lake on a sunny day, burned up at her. Her thighs spread, her feet hooked under his shoulders.
“Spread yourself for me Jojo, let me see if you’re wet for me.” Jo slid her hands between her thighs and gently moved her labia apart.
“Fuck , baby, you’re soaking.” Kevin hissed as he looked at her there for so long, she started to get embarrassed. He seemed to sense her discomfort, and rubbed his cheek over her inner thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Jojo. You smell so sweet, delicious, like cinnamon and honey and hot, tasty woman.” He gave a low groan of appreciation. “Lower yourself on my mouth.”
“What?” Jo wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. She’d always been sexually adventurous, but darn it, that had been when she was alone. She’d never had a man go down on her; their vague distaste for the act had been as clear to her as a sign, and had killed the moment for her. Kevin felt no distaste. He really did need to taste her.
“I said lower your pussy to my mouth Jo, now.”
Jo wondered how she’d lost control of the situation – hell, he was the one in restraints – even as she eased herself down, hovering over his parted lips. The first touch of his tongue sliced liquid heat across her clit and Jo squeaked with the pleasure.
“More ,” he growled against her lips, and she felt the vibration as another caress from her clit straight to her core. “Dammit, Jo, give me more.” When she didn’t respond fast enough he arched against his bonds. “Sit the hell down.”
J o sat more fully on his mouth, carefully holding herself above him. She was terrified she was going to suffocate him, but that didn’t happen. Instead, sparks flew behind her closed eyelids as Kevin’s tongue learned what secrets lay between her thighs. He was like a ravenous beast as he moved his head back and forth, alternating licks, sucks, nibbles and long pulls on her clit.
Jo began to rock into his caresses. The contrast of his rough stubble and soft lips just intensified the riot of sensations that moved like a sunburst from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.
His tongue was pure white hot magic , fucking her with bold, strong thrusts, taking her to places she’d never dreamed existed.
She moved with him, rocking dreamily against his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. H er orgasm moved down her body in a slow languorous slide, detonating with shocking intensity in her middle before exploding outwards. Kevin rode it out with her, burying his mouth against her and drawing out every last drop of her sweet, hot cream.
Chapter Four
Kevin groaned licking his lips as Joanna shifted back, taking that soft, ripe pussy out of his reach. He could have eaten her all night, but with his hands bound
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