fingers around the head, and
then her lips closed around him. Her mouth slid slowly down his
shaft and she heard the deep growl of satisfaction rumble through him.
His hand found the back of her head and guided her along his
velvet steel length. Feeling every groan, every lick and suck she made
on his cock. His balls tightened in anticipation.
Paige loved the feel of control. She could make him cum with just
a few quick moves, but she wanted to prolong his enjoyment. He was
young, compared to her anyway, and since she was this far into being
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bad, she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. Her fingers
found his taunt sack and massaged gently. Her tongue slid along the
length of him. When he twitched in her mouth and she laughed in
pleasure.
The vibration made him groan, his hand bunched in her hair to hold
her still while he quickened the pace, pumping in and out of her
mouth. Suddenly, he pulled back, reached down and lifted her so she
was standing. He moved fast. In the next instant, he had her in his
arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.
She was no lightweight. Having children and eating on the run, she
had packed on a few more pounds than she wished she had and
wanted to tell him to put her down. But this felt nice to be held in
strong arms. He didn't appear to be struggling to carry her, so she
didn't fight it.
She wanted to giggle when his shaft poked her in the back with
each step he took.
In a few short strides Casey turned sideways and was through the
bedroom door and next to the bed. Then he released her, dumping her
on the bed and she squealed, and then laughed at the sound she had
made. She wondered briefly if the full size bed was going to be big
enough for the two of them. Scooting towards the middle, he quickly
followed her, his mouth landing on hers in a deep kiss.
The button and zipper of her jeans were already undone and he was
tugging impatiently. The humidity of the midsummer night didn't
help and she felt a little self-conscious that she was perspiring until
she realized he was too. Lifting her hips, she helped him shimmy the
jeans down her hips. Then he stopped when he got to her shoes.
Looked up at her, his eyebrow cocked, he grinned and started
unlacing the boots. "Sensible woman, I like that."
It was all he said, but that made her smile, delighted that he wasn't
disappointed because she didn't wear sexy heels like Rosa wore. The
boots were tossed to the side and he finished pulling her jeans from
her legs, those were pushed mindlessly aside. Moving to stand at the
foot of the bed, he grabbed her by the knees and he pulled her to him,
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spreading her legs apart. She tried to close her knees in self-conscious
modesty, but he wouldn't allow it and held her still.
The bedside lamp was on dim, so they both could see, but it wasn't
blaringly bright. He looked down at the pair of black panties that
matched the bra she had been wearing. His fingers traced the elastic
along the top.
Her muscles twitched when he touched her skin.
His eyes jumped to hers.
She smiled nervously. "I don't normally do this." She finally got
out in a hoarse whisper. Her husband was the only man she had been
with in twenty years.
"You're beautiful, Paige." His voice was soft, a smile curved his
lips and the dimples that she had first noticed about him showed in his
cheeks.
Paige smiled in return and relaxed slightly. His fingers continued
running along the material, slowly inching its way to the heat between
her legs. When the tip of his finger touched the wetness that had
soaked through her panties, he smiled in satisfaction and brought his
fingers to his lips, tasting her.
Paige couldn't say anything. She sucked in her breath, waiting for
what he was going to do next. She watched him look at her, his eyes
following the path his fingers had taken.
His hand gently pressed her legs a little further apart. The fan in
the window blew hot air into the room,